The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
If Lenna were nerdier, she'd of made a comment about Son Goku... of course she wasn't, so no comments about blowing up the moon.
Mars's moon.
No no, she simply averted her eyes and thought of what the Ranger had told her. His worry he'd be stuck... a light sigh passed her lips at the thought. Somehow, in the course of the day, she'd gone from silent fury and self-medication, to flirting, then gunning, to owing a gender-trapped person a favor. She'd went with it, passively. Whatever got her away from the scene they'd made worked for her, right? But now, this... in a different situation Lenna would have considered ditching Michael. Would of left him to trip, fumble, be unfashionably-dressed, and alone with his bad self.
Now, the thought of doing something like that left a bad taste in her mouth. Lenna could relate... barely... with what he was going through. Helpless. Out of his element. Trapped in a situation on terms that weren't his own... the kinda thing that made you scream inwardly, and find ways to lash out, vent, blow off steam...
He was alone. Wasn't he? In someone else's body, with less than 300 dollars on her person to live.
Lenna was not without conscience. Maybe... she stopped herself, shook her head. She couldn't possibly be considering helping him out more than she'd already agreed, could she?! Jesus. What? No.
But still...
Butt. ..Still...
Lenna caught the femme-trapped man staring at Mars's full moon and blinked. Uh. Was he blushing? He was worse off than she'd thought...
>>“Next stop, gun totes?”
>>"Definitely!" The Ranger replied.
Lenna rolled her eyes at the perkiness of the reply. Almost like a giddy schoolgirl, he was. And oh, with the arm wrapping..
Well. That cemented it.
"Honey. We have got to get you better things to stare at." Lenna slid in on the pink giant's other arm, and followed suit with the clinging. "Let's get something nice and functional... hey Charge. If you were worried about having a place to stay later, I could help you out..."
~~"Honey. We have got to get you better things to stare at." "Let's get something nice and functional... hey Charge. If you were worried about having a place to stay later, I could help you out..."
He could get used to this, a pretty, powerful, gun toting woman clinging to both arms, It was all he could do not to strut. “there’s nothing wrong with what she was staring at, though im a bit pale and thin this days” the word thin applied to his linebacker physic was laughable if you didn’t know he should have be a couple hundred pounds heavier and nine inches taller Mars wanted to say of course she didn’t need a place to stay, she had a place to stay, probably a few places to stay she didn’t know about. Well at Least Lori was coming around, and finally clinging to him….maybe she hit her head or something and was confused.
He walked the woman all the way to the purse section, somehow it was much more tolerable knowing that guns would end up in the hand bags and not a bunch of useless junk that someone might want but couldn’t possibly need. After this they would be able to check out and then their little shopping intermission would be over. He liked the idea of getting to the subway. The subway was a great source to flee a crime scene and pop in another area unscathed.
"Honey. We have got to get you better things to stare at." L commented as she seemed to mirror what the Ranger had done with the clinging to the ape-man. In response the Ranger just looked down slightly and off to the side in shame. "Let's get something nice and functional... hey Charge. If you were worried about having a place to stay later, I could help you out..."
The Ranger hadn't put too much thought into where he would stay. Perhaps he could stay at his hotel, but he would have to procure another key. Also there was no way to guarantee Elle wouldn't have checked out by the time he could make it there. Jumping on the chance to have a less stressful bid for a bed the Ranger answered, "That would be most appreciated."
“there’s nothing wrong with what she was staring at, though im a bit pale and thin this days”
'There may have been nothing wrong with it, but there was everything wrong with me staring at it!' Thought the Ranger, while remaining silent.
The ape-man walked them to the purse area of the store. The Ranger assumed that L would pick out a purse for him/her. S/He may be able to match foliage for a ghillie suit and other tactical attire, but matching female, civilian attire that is pretty bright colors was well beyond his realm of skills. And surveying the racks and shelves holding different bags and purses a lost look crossed the Ranger's face.
>>“there’s nothing wrong with what she was staring at, though im a bit pale and thin this days”
Lenna hid a faint smirk. Had she touched a nerve? "No, really. I meant purse-wise. Those duffel bags aren't much to look at." She nodded to the bags. "You're fine..." And now that the ego-padding was out of the way.
>>"That would be most appreciated."
Lenna nodded, silently. "Sure."
The trio approached a rounded rack of ladies purses that sat like a spindle of thread by the register, with multiple tiers displaying different brands, different sizes, and alternate colors. The colors shifted from purse to purse on the rack like the spectrum of a rainbow. It was all very beautiful, very impressive, and very dull. Lenna plucked a red handbag and a yellow handbag up off the rack casually, and turned to hand Michael his.
“Yellow should be fine. It suits you.” She was certain he wouldn’t be picky. And according to the giant, red suited her. Why stop now with a good trend? “That should be everything…” Lenna spoke slowly as she turned towards the man on her arm. “Could you pay for Charge and I, please?” And to the cashier, she aimed a smile bright enough to guide home ships. “We liked these dresses so much, we’re wearing them out. That’s alright, isn’t it?”
The cashier nodded. Lenna stepped forward so she could scan the price tag on the red dress and the purse, then she retreated to let the men handle the rest.
"No, really. I meant purse-wise. Those duffel bags aren't much to look at."
"hmmm." he indulged her with skepticism instead of pointing out the obvious.
"You're fine..."
"Now that I don't mind hearing."
Sacre bleu! Was Lori feigning shyness or was that actual shyness....ok that was it, either she had been hit hard on the head and was currently amnesiac or she was way too good at pulling scams. he was now triple guessing him self.
Mars stood back and obsevered with Relish that Lenna was utterly and fabulously efficient at purse shopping. She grabbed two purses that would hold guns and were matching colors as the dresses and then she was done...that was it. these are the same colors and are big enough. done. amazing. she shopped quicker than Venus! He would have to throw that in his brothers face, not that he would care. Mars pulled out a pocket of tags including the bags that he didn't offer for inspection.
~~“Could you pay for Charge and I, please?”
"of course."
~~ “We liked these dresses so much, we’re wearing them out. That’s alright, isn’t it?”
He put the handful of tags on the counter and then presented his black credit card holding it between two fingers like a cigarette for the cashier to take whenever ready.
There were no bags, once Charge presented tag and purse they'd be home free. Mar's eyes fixed on the cashiers as he observed the two women closely.
L moved toward the purses and made short work of the purse selection. A red purse for herself and a yellow purse for the Ranger. She handed to the Ranger who took it and slid it up his female arm to hang from the shoulder. “Yellow should be fine. It suits you.” Started L,“That should be everything…” She turned to the ape-man, “Could you pay for Charge and I, please?”
Which the ape-man responded to with, "of course."
L then asked the cashier, “We liked these dresses so much, we’re wearing them out. That’s alright, isn’t it? To which the cashier nodded and L walked up to let the cashier scan her price tags. The Ranger walked with the ape-man up to the counter and when he set a handful of tags on the counter s/he retrieved the tags from the purse and dress and set them down on the counter as well, then pulled down on the ape-man's arm as s/he lifted one leg and then the other to find the price tag on the heels. Finding it the Ranger set it on the counter as well. S/He searched around the dress and found it odd it lacked a magnetic anti-theft tag.
The Ranger stood there holding onto the ape-man's arm as the cashier rang up all the items and then took the card and swiped it. S/he leaned his now female head over and rested it against the ape-man's arm. It felt right, but that made the Ranger also feel uneasy.
Purchases were performed, business was concluded, and the trio were home-free. Lenna plucked the red shoes up off the counter (she'd tossed them on to be rung as as the giant dumped down tags), then slid them onto her feet, one heel at a time.
"Thank you," She smiled at the cashier as she worked unsteadily at wearing the second shoe. Lenna's shoulder pressed against the giant as she rocked on a heel. Another helpless smile. This was harder than it looked. Her left foot slapped down as both shoes were secured. Lenna let the giant wheel them towards the doors.
Outside of Macy's, the department store was near-empty. The occasional person drifted by them as Lenna and Michael and the Big Pink plonked their way through the halls, but the eeriness of the situation was obvious. There was nary a sound. Lenna's eyes shifted up and down the wide hallway, hopping through shop window after show window, searching for a sign of the cause of silence.
Nothing... "... Strange. You'd think there'd be more people."
The group slid past a shop with televisions blaring in the window. A bit of the silence was lapped up. Lenna's eye slid casually over the sea of screens, to land on a familiar face. She blinked at the headline that trailed by beneath the mugshot. 'Brickson Behind Bars'.
Where had she heard that name before...? "... Bacchus Brickson..."
Mars casually stroked Lori’s arm as they stood there, yes Lenna was on his other arm but Lori was finally being affectionate. He almost felt like he should have gotten a brighter suit and a hat with a feather in it. He wouldn’t mind Venus seeing him either just so he could grin.
As they finally finished dealing with the cashier They got out of the store and into the mall, it was eerie. Much two quiet, old people weren’t even making their laps around the walk ways…od.
~~"... Strange. You'd think there'd be more people."
“It is almost as if someone isn’t letting civilians in, because there are dangerous folks around here.” He said wryly, they spent too much time changing clothes and not enough time hauling their criminal butts outta of there.
~~"... Bacchus Brickson..."
“Crap, looks like the Giant nees another helping hand, I swear that one is about the most trouble someone can be.” Had he done anything useful for the order? He wasn’t sure, he certainly riled up the city and got himself in trouble though.
“You know Bacchus?” He glanced around the mall and came to a stop urging the ladies on his arm to stop too, red and blue lights could be scene just around the curve near the exit they were heading toward.
“After we get out I was thinking we take a subway to the other side of the city, but I got nothing as far as leaving unnoticed, what about you dolls?”
The ape-man had taken to stroking the Ranger's female arm. S/He found it enjoyable, and wondered why the hell s/he did. He was a man, stuck in a woman's body but still a man damn it! There wasn't much time for thinking about it as the cashier finished ringing them up and after L had put her heels back on they were off.
The mall was empty, scary empty. It was obvious something was up, and knowing that they were on the run it wasn't hard to assess that the police were camped outside. And it seemed the ape-man had reached the same conclusion because following a comment from L regarding the lack of people he chimed in,
“It is almost as if someone isn’t letting civilians in, because there are dangerous folks around here.”
"Question is, what is the process for getting out?" Obviously the police would have to have a way to filter out people who wanted out. And since the information on the perpetrators' appearances was so limited there would more than likely include a quick weapons search. Although if the duffel bags were floating up in the air than they may be able to just walk out. And this body's power would be perfect for that if needed.
"... Bacchus Brickson..." L muttered
“Crap, looks like the Giant nees another helping hand, I swear that one is about the most trouble someone can be.”“You know Bacchus?” The ape-man replied and then brought the three of them to a stop with the red and blue of police cruisers now coming around a bend.
The Ranger was about to ask who this Bacchus person was but as s/he opened his female mouth it dawned on him. That must be the giant who had been arrested at the mutant brawl.
“After we get out I was thinking we take a subway to the other side of the city, but I got nothing as far as leaving unnoticed, what about you dolls?”
"As far as I can tell they would have to filter out the people trying to leave based on how close their appearance is to that which they have from the first responders. Also, since we used firearms they will be on the lookout for those. So our duffel bags will be an attention magnet. But if we have guns in both than perhaps I could slide them out behind us and either get them floating above us or slide them around outside of the officers line of sight. And then we could just walk out, who would suspect a pair of pretty ladies and a sharp dressed man with a tail."
>>“It is almost as if someone isn’t letting civilians in, because there are dangerous folks around here.” >>"Question is, what is the process for getting out?"
Good question. There was the roof, there was the front, there was the back, there were the many street-side entrances to other shops around the mall. The police couldn't cover every single one, could they? Her hand went dutifully towards the duffel bag, and unzipped it. She slid the purse in close, and maneuvered her gun into its depths, keeping it obscured by her body. To cameras, it'd look like she was messing with her purse, that was all. She pushed the purse up onto her left shoulder and zipped the bag once more.
Her eyes were drawn back to the television screen at the pink man's reply.
>>“Crap, looks like the Giant needs another helping hand, I swear that one is about the most trouble someone can be.”
Her eyes snapped to the not-so-giant-in-comparison-to-aforementioned-giant, and did all they could not to narrow in suspicion. He knew Bacchus!? ... and she knew Bacchus. That last part of the thought was a bit harder to grasp.
>>“You know Bacchus?” Once-Red queried.
Lenna groped her mind for answers.
“… Yeah.” Her voice was hesitant. “I’m familiar with the drunken galoot.” Columbia. That was right. She’d wanted to forget that night, wanted to forget that time, forget Cortez, her troubles, and drink her cares away. She’d done a lousy job at forgetting and regretting. It dawned on Lenna now that the two were impossible to do at the same time… and she’d accomplished neither. Lenna remembered Bacchus quite well… her eyes shifted to the floor. “That idiot. Someone ought to bust him out of prison so I can slap him.” He’d gotten himself caught and incarcerated. She’d almost forgotten how sloppy he was.
Pink-man-group ground to a halt at their arm buddy’s insistence. Lenna’s eyes rose to watch the swirl of red and blue on the wall.
Yup! There they were, right on cue. Suspicions, confirmed. Oh joy.
“Subway sounds fine to me,” Lenna muttered. The grip on her purse’s strap tightened.
>>"As far as I can tell they would have to filter out the people trying to leave based on how close their appearance is to that which they have from the first responders. Also, since we used firearms they will be on the lookout for those. So our duffel bags will be an attention magnet. But if we have guns in both than perhaps I could slide them out behind us and either get them floating above us or slide them around outside of the officers’ lines of sight. And then we could just walk out, who would suspect a pair of pretty ladies and a sharp dressed man with a tail."
It was times like this she valued The Ranger’s input. “Alternatively, there is the back. Docking area for shipments,” Lenna added the last part for clarification. “Bust through mall security (tantamount to no security), and out the back entrance, perhaps into a waiting truck. Better than into the awaiting gunfire of a suspicious bunch of blue-jays, yes?”
She reached into the duffel bag to grab Michael's gun, and held it out for him, insistent.
~~"Question is, what is the process for getting out?"
“Hmmm, the clothing change is walking down the street good; I don’t think they are passing a security check point good though.” His tail climbed up toward his back and wrapped in to a small hidden circle, he wasn’t used to this whole quiet subtle thing. His brothers would have barreled through the front door and into the fray. How nice it was to have the opportunity to think about one’s actions before others stole the chance to do anything well planned. He pursed his lips in thought.
^^^… Yeah.” “I’m familiar with the drunken galoot.” “That idiot. Someone ought to bust him out of prison so I can slap him.”
“If you’d slap him, I would absolutely help break him out. “ He grinned, he wanted Isabel to slap the nuisance for awhile he seemed a bit too 1920’s I am the man and you’re in the kitchen for Mars’ liking.
^^^“Subway sounds fine to me,” “Alternatively, there is the back. Docking area for shipments,” “Bust through mall security (tantamount to no security), and out the back entrance, perhaps into a waiting truck. Better than into the awaiting gunfire of a suspicious bunch of blue-jays, yes?”
Mars shrugged. Decisions and plans lost theit appeal for a moment, as either way that they took seemed to make sense.
“I am game for either way ladies, front, we definitely go through them, back door we have to wait on a truck to move.”
He stretched slightly and waited for the pretty things on his arms to make up their pretty minds….speaking of chauvinistic thoughts…getting his mind away from what they could all do to pass the time he put his apt mind on something worth thinking about. He glanced toward a long pictureless hallway that had to have been one that only employees used, there would be advertisements if it was meant for consumers. I am guessing that’d be a good place to start, seeing as all these shops probably go to to the same loading doc.
L presented an alternate plan and then insistently held out the m1911. Obviously she had decided that hers was the better option. Hers had the best chance of avoiding flying lead so s/he wasn't going to protest. The Ranger reached out and took the gun from L and then after checking it was on safety and had a round in the chamber, slid it inside the yellow purse. The Ranger was glad to have the gun back on his...or her...person. Even if hidden away in a purse, it gave the Ranger a sense of situational control that was otherwise at a loss as of late.
“I am game for either way ladies, front, we definitely go through them, back door we have to wait on a truck to move.”
"Well, now that I've got possession of this gun again, her plan will most likely work out best for us." Getting on the truck and then waiting for someone to drive it off would more than likely present a lesser danger. Question was, how long would they have to wait in that truck before it headed out? "Although, we may need to hope that the truck is soon to leave. Otherwise we might be waitin' a while, unless we want to just drive it a short hop out'a here and ditch it."
The Ranger adjusted the purse as it was now trying to slide down his female arm since s/he didn't set it back up very well after settling the gun inside. If a few days ago someone would have told him he would be standing in a mall, wearing a yellow dress, in heels, with a purse, and arms wrapped around an ape-man's arm, he wouldn't have believed it. Yet, there he was. And worse yet the longer s/he was around the ape-man the more attracted the female body seemed to cause his mind to be. Hell, s/he now loved standing there holding onto the ape-man's arm and the occasional ill thought toward L bubbled up as she hung on his other arm.
>>“If you’d slap him, I would absolutely help break him out."
"..." Noted.
The group pushed towards the exits. Lenna said her part, and the others said theirs.
>>“I am game for either way ladies, front, we definitely go through them, back door we have to wait on a truck to move.”
One was for whatever.
>>"Well, now that I've got possession of this gun again, her plan will most likely work out best for us."
The other was for it.
>>"Although, we may need to hope that the truck is soon to leave. Otherwise we might be waitin' a while, unless we want to just drive it a short hop out'a here and ditch it."
Although, although... they both seemed to expect her to wait on a moving truck. Tch.
Lenna's eyes cut down the barren hallway. Now was crunch time. Every passing second counted. She let go of the ape man and broke ahead. Red heels clicked down the hall.
Back and forth, back and forth, eyes skipped. Lenna held the strap of her purse icily, letting her eyes dart from door to locked door. Broom closet, office, private bathroom, security office. Her hand clamped down on the door to the security office and twisted the handle quickly. There wasn't even a rattle of the lock. Her shoulders lurched forwards as she broke into the office. The security guard heard heels tapping, and shifted his donuts dumbly to turn his swivel chair around...
Right into the butt of a gun concealed in a purse. His eyes wavered a split second as consciousness flickered like static on a TV. Lenna loomed above him, purse held high above her head like a rock. Then he rolled back into his chair and passed out. Wheels rattled as the weight of the guard caused the swivel chair to topple. Lenna swung the strap of the purse back over her shoulder, focus snapping back to the doorway.
Good. The tall, once-again RED, man had made up his mind, and followed her. Excellent. More excellent still, the blond had chosen to bob along behind. ... or was it that the Ranger, with his arm glued to Ape Man Red's, could not help but follow?
Lenna pointed to the security feed on the multiple television screens in front of the unconscious guard, pointed to Charge. Nodded once.
"Either of you want to erase the feed on this security station?"
Eyes, still focused like a hawk's, met those of the red giant. The... now-half-naked- giant. A subtle smile slipped on a banana peel, landed on her face. She tilted her head to nod at the overweight and over-sized security guard now plastered to the floor. A spot of drool trailed like a lake from his mouth.
Mars kept a fast pace as he followed along with Lenna as she decided that it was time to move fast, sure they had time to walk about all over the store, but when closing on the security office they had to run.
He looked to Lori and while she was having fun learning to walk in heels he refused to make her try to run, he didn’t want to through her over his shoulder just to keep up, as fan as that sounded. She got out of the immediate area and it was like a light switch, He was a mild mannered 6 foot tall gentle man, and the next moment he burst the seems of his clothing and his shirt buttons went flying. As he moved and his muscles flexed more and more of his clothing became tatters…he felt like saying Mars smash or…you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry…he couldn’t exactly say why.
He looked to lori with a pleasn’t smile as he shook out of the suit coat and shirt… the pants were a tattered loin cloth that was slowly but surely trying to cut into his skin.
“I guess she didn’t take the lesson to heart about staying near me if she didn’t want to blow our cover.” He shrugged as they closed on the door way.
“Either of you want to erase the feed on this security station?""And what luck... just your size.
Mars looked to Charge, she was the obvious answer to erasing film, but then she knew how to run in heels normally too.“Well, I suppose either you wanted to see me like this, or you didn’t like my suit. You didn’t like my suit?”Mars quipped.
L let go of the ape-man bolted down the hallway, and the ape-man with the Ranger hanging onto the ape-man's arm followed. The Ranger and the ape-man kept up a fast pace behind L, but it wasn't a run. Were it not for the ape-man though, even the not quite so running speed they were traveling at, the Ranger might have fallen flat on his female face. Yet without them running behind L she moved too far away and the sound of ripping could be heard as the ape-man returned to his mammoth red self. The suit was destroyed. It was a shame that he had bought it to help them escape unnoticed and he ended up with it trashed. The Ranger figured the ape man could have just picked up the female body he was in and kept up with L.
Well, what's done is done. And his suit might as well have had a fork in it. The red again ape-man looked to the Ranger with a smile and shook his way out of tattered clothes. Thankfully though, enough of his pants had remained intact to hide his gone commando self. “I guess she didn’t take the lesson to heart about staying near me if she didn’t want to blow our cover.” The ape-man commented as they closed on the door.
"Our cover would've been blown if the move on security was too slow, I'd say she took the lesser a two evils."
When they entered the security room L pointed to the camera feed on the screens and then to the Ranger, then nodded. "Either of you want to erase the feed on this security station?" The Ranger gave the room a quick look over. As far as s/he could tell there was just the one server with the closed circuit DVR data on it. The Ranger then moved closer to, and knelt next to, the data storage as L and the ape-man discussed his attire change.
The Ranger moved his female hands near the device, careful not to touch it, and using the body's power began to magnetically wipe the drives. And then to protect the, from data reconstruction, pulled the arms in between the disks into the disks permanently destroying them. The inner destruction was made known by a loud scratchy whine emanating from the device. This being accomplished the stood up and made his/her way back to the door and taking the hem of the yellow dress pulled it up and used it to wipe the handle L had grabbed with it. "You don't want your prints in some database later on."