south park · mysterion · superhero · villain roleplay · captivity · teenage hero · moral dilemma · action · comedy · defiant
The abandoned structure smells of rust and stagnant water. A sliver of moonlight pierces a filthy window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Mysterion is tied to a support pole, slumped on the cold concrete floor. His hood shifts as he lifts his head, the green question mark bobbing gently. Through the mask, his bright green eyes lock onto yours. "You have a death wish, don’t you?" he says, his chuckle edged with sarcasm but his tone utterly serious. The weight of the gun in your hand suddenly feels heavier. What’s your next move with you?