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.
"Sir? Danny didn't realize someone was talking to him at first, having grown accustomed to never being the one addressed. "Uh, sir. We have a bit of a problem."
Suddenly registering that the awkward-looking scientist shifting his weight back and forth was talking to him, Danny turned rather quickly to face him. "Uh, yes?"
"The NYPD is doubting the current legal status of our operation, sir," the man said quietly. That was... not expected, to be honest. Everything was legitimate - Danny had gone out of his way to make sure that it all was, just to prevent situations like this. He paused, thinking it over.
"Are you sure they're NYPD?" Danny said after a moment, having no other conceivably sensible excuse.
"Uh, they have Eastern European accents," the man said, and that was enough incentive to get Danny to decide that he'd be a lot better off checking out this situation.
"Show Mr. Bent here around, would you?" he said to the scientist, before addressing Richard. "Sorry. I'm going to have to go handle this. You have my number; just call me if there's an issue with anything, but Dr. Lanier here should be more than capable of detailing what you're doing to you. Thank you for your time, sorry about ditching you, and have a good day!" Maybe not the pinnacle of professionalism, Danny thought as he scrambled off, but that wasn't relevant.
Now. To handle these Russian gangsters trying to chase him off his own turf. He'd just known Mayokovich wasn't going to be happy about this.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
He frowned, looking down at the pocket of his jeans, which was vibrating and ringing incessantly. As he dodged an ice spider that launched itself at him, he pulled it out to check the caller ID - it was an old friend of his. And yes, he did have friends, thank you very much.
He picked it up, pretty much ignoring the Yeti that exploded in a shower of ice shards as the glowing thing fell to the ground, more focused on the direct interference from the real world. "Giovanni?" he asked, surprised. "I haven't heard from you in a while." It'd been a month, maybe?
"Yes, nice to hear your voice again, Daniel, but remember Bangkok?" the faintly Italian-accented voice said in a rush, and Danny could've sword he heard gunfire in the background. "I'm calling in that favor."
Oh. That was bad. "Gio, I told you I wasn't going to get mixed up in gang vs gang scuffles," Danny said, kicking another spider away and, by total accident, right at Margo. "Heads up!" he yelled, fumbling for the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants, firing at the spider and missing twice before managing to hit it, right before it got to Margo.
"Eh?" came the confused sound from the other end of the line.
"Not you, I'm -" Danny sighed. "Is this a turf war, Gio?"
A pause as bullets flew in the background. "No," came the breathless reply. "We're by the docks; it's an FBI raid."
And that was even worse. Because Danny was getting quite a bit of his supplies for an idea he'd had - a company, or more accurately, an insurance policy - cheaply, from Gio.
"On my way," he said quickly. "Warehouse 9?"
"Warehouse 9," Gio confirmed. "See you."
Danny hung up, shooting at another spider and wasting another bullet before he finally hit it. He glanced over at Margo, dodging his way through the hordes of hideous legs to get to her. "Sorry, gotta go save the mafia from the FBI, bye!" he called out brightly, aware that it was a terrible way to punctuate his exit, but there was no better way to say it.
And with that, he fled. Danny was sure that, next time they met, she would not be happy with him, but he didn't really have a choice in staying. De Carabases kept their word, after all, even if it was to less-than-reputable mafia dons that they'd been in a relationship with in the far past (but they were just friends now). And on that note, he shouted back as he dodged out the door, "He's my ex but we're just friends now; I have a reason!"
He really hoped Margo wasn't going to be too pissed about it.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Death blast. Spiders. Um, that'd probably work. There was just one small problem with it.
"Well," he started, as he stabbed a spider right in the abdomen and tossed it to the side. "It worked last time I faced down giant spiders. Mostly." The rather grating sound of a blade against ice. "There's just one small problem." And he kicked one square in its multiple eyes, wincing as he cracked a few. They were made of pretty weak ice, all things considered, but it didn't make them any less creepy. "Uh, we are in a forest and even when covered in snow, wood tends to catch on fire very easily. Personal experience."
Something was rumbling in the distance. Danny was having a bit of trouble paying attention to it, considering that a spider had tackled him and was trying very hard to bite him in the face with its hideous pincers. He'd even lost track of wherever Margo was or what she was doing. Only when he'd thrown the thing off, in two pieces, did he have a chance to scramble up and look at the new enemy.
It was an honest-to-God, fifteen or so feet tall Yeti. And it had something glowing hanging around its neck - Danny assumed that was the target of the simulation.
"Um," he said, and looked at Margo. "Grenade?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Have you accepted the Voice in Your Head as your personal Lord and Savior?
"...what."
Danny didn't even realize he'd said that out loud until a few beats of silence later.
"I don't know who your are but I swear you are most definitely not God," Danny said aloud. "I am not going crazy. I am relatively sure I'm not going crazy." He paused. "I'm hearing somebody identifying himself as a deity in my head, of course I'm going crazy." Wait a second. He'd been ignoring what she'd said previously in favor of testing the handcuffs, but he suddenly registered what she'd said.
"Wait a second, you can hear it too? So it's not God. It's a telepath." He narrowed his eyes. "Sh*tty God if you ask me. I could even do better. At least I'd make myself some use instead of claiming to be somebody's... Personal Lord and Savior - really? Really?"
He was not having a good day, to say the least. He had no idea what was going on at this point and was almost outright rambling as he tested at the cuffs, tugging at them and grinding the chain against the chair, doing whatever he could to get himself out. Too bad he was failing.
"Yeah, okay, you realize we could get out whenever, right?" Danny said finally, speaking to the only other (physically present) person in the room. "You're not restrained but I need a paperclip or two. So why are you still here?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
An X-Man in training? Ew. The guy would make a terrible X-Man with his complete lack of caring about other people's freedom of movement. And Gawain didn't even try to tell Jude to leave. Wasn't that nice of him.
And clearly, Mirror was about as exasperated with this situation as Danny was. Although Danny was more ready to start making low blows, apparently, threatening legal action - at least they hadn't known specifically it was him behind the warehouse, because Danny liked to think they'd have gone the more polite route and spoken to him in person about it had they known.
"The tank was the Order's," Danny said stubbornly, not entirely sure why he found that, of all things, important. "It's sold, anyway - most of this stuff is. What's not sold is getting ready to be sold. I have a buyer and he's paying quite a bit. No revolution. Just, ah," and he smiled a bit, "Ragnarok, if you'll believe it or not." The guy was crazy, that was for sure - what did he go by, Jörmungandr? Danny had been approached by the monstrous creature who had somehow known all about Danny's cautionary measures, offering to buy them off of him for a rather hefty price. "Anyway, Jaager Worldwide has offered to buy us out too, so I'm only the head in name for a little longer. I'll be out of your hands very, very soon." And he glared downwards at the general direction of where he assumed Jude's center of mass would be. "Might be a bit sooner if you could get your baby X to leave."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Alright. They'd already been standing around too long. So it was time to do something productive. Danny understood on some level the concept of self-preservation, and Margo seemed to have it. But he was guilty of kind of ignoring her slightly agitated comments about the jacket arsenal, but he had a good reason.
Namely, the fact that something was slowly tightening its hold on his leg.
He really didn't want to look down. But he felt like he kind of had to, and so he glanced down, coming face-to-face with the most hideous thing he'd ever seen in his life. It was an ice tarantula the size of a dog, and it was slowly tightening its grasp on his leg for no real reason he could fathom. Horrified, he stabbed it with a knife that he seemingly procured out of nowhere but had really just pulled out of his sleeve, and watched it disintegrate with no small amount of satisfaction. He turned around to face Margo, ready to alert her of the present threat, only to find that she likely wouldn't need to be alerted. The lakeshore around them was covered in hordes of bug-eyed ice spiders, staring them down in the most disturbing way possible, and Danny backed up until he was a bit closer to Margo.
"Um," he said eloquently. "I think I figure out what we're supposed to be doing." Suddenly, a spider lunged at Danny, who spasmed as soon as it so much as touched him. He stabbed it instantly, causing it to disintegrate, but he was still clearly agitated.
"Er, I don't like large spiders," Danny said, brandishing the knife he'd had and another one he'd made appear. "Last time I saw some, I had a very unpleasant blast from the past, so to speak. And there was an actual blast involved. A death blast." That time with Mirror and the nightmare beasts had not been fun and left him with a growing dislike of spiders.
He hated those things.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Well, that was harsh. Yes, he was losing, but he wouldn't lost in the end. He physically couldn't until she lost, but for now, it looked like he'd have to...
...shoot. Did that mean he'd have to strip now that he'd lost again? He didn't really want to, considering there was another person in the room, who was clearly uncomfortable already with his lack of pants, but he also kind of didn't want to provoke whatever captor of his had forced him into this. He decided to hold out for now.
Wait. He peered through the hazy darkness, trying to make out whatever it was that she was doing. She muttered something, not loud enough for Danny could catch, but he could pretty clearly catch her next words.
"My name's Noel." Alright, name. That was a start. "I'm here to play the game." Game. Yes. Whichever terrible person who'd conceived strip Russian roulette's game. There was a whirring noise from down the table, and Danny frowned, unsure of how to identify the familiar sound .
"And I'm here to win." Wait, what was she doing? It looked like she was - oh my god, no, she was going to die -
Click.
Oh, thank god. She wasn't dead. Danny let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He may not have any attachment whatsoever to her, but her death may actually just make the situation worse, considering he didn't remember anything.
"Are you crazy?!" he nearly shouted, staring at her in disbelief. "Seriously, don't even try! I'm immortal, I'm not gonna lose, but you are! Why don't we try and find a way to get out of here instead of -" and he glanced pointedly and irritatedly down at his lack of pants - "stripping and trying to kill ourselves?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny nodded along as Richard walked with him to the car, describing what he'd need for the weapons, and sliding into the shotgun seat as Richard sat in the back. Driving the car was another of Danny's minions, Ike - a rather quiet guy, really, but he could drive well and could convert kinetic energy to any other type as his mutation, which was rather helpful in combat.
"One per mutant is fine," he said to Richard, craning his neck backwards a little as the car started to move. "Only so many of their mutants have dangerous, combat-optimized abilities, and those are the ones I'm worried about. I'm also not interested in being able to neutralize mutants who won't be dangerous to me, and by that I mean most telepaths and ones utilizing immediately fatal force." Danny took a folder out of the compartment in front of his seat, and handed it back to him. "These are the mutants I'm most worried about. See if you can recognize any for now, and I'll provide dossiers for those that you need them for. If you don't know any, that's fine too."
By the time Richard had finished reading and poring over the list, they'd reached the warehouse. Danny opened the door and ducked out, and Ike dodged out to open the door for Richard. And with that, Danny walked over to the door, which was locked only with a keypad, as the warehouse itself was an only recent acquisition. He typed in his code, and lightly pushed open the door.
Inside, the large building was full of people bustling around. The back of the warehouse, where a garage door was located, was open, and people were moving equipment and more menial things inside. While the better part of the space was open, offices lined the right wall, one of them bigger than the rest.
"So, what would you like to see first?" he asked pleasantly, looking back at Richard.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
He'd been kind of hoping that he'd never see her again once he'd started doing things that he was relatively sure she would heavily disapprove of. Also, that one time they switched bodies and... yeah. He preferred not to think about it.
All of a sudden, he felt the force that had been controlling his body weaken, and he nearly toppled over, having already started to depend on the support without realizing. He caught himself just in time and righted himself, growling a bit as he did so.
"You should probably turn off the defense system, because this could get embarrassing." No shit. It looked like any excuse he was going to or had pulled was going to fall through, so might as well fess up now. Sighing, he tried to duck out from under the desk, only to find that he still didn't have full control back. Dammit. He awkwardly tumbled out, and none of the admittedly numerous weapons fired at him, recognizing him for who he was.
"All defense systems on standby," he called out, as he stood up in a rather unwieldy manner, and immediately there was silence, the system recognizing his voice. Everything shut down except for the laser sights, which were kept firmly trained on the foreign intruder, meaning the weapons were primed and ready to fire should they try anything. The only sound was the whirring of the machines, ready to move on a moment's notice. Sadly, Jude hadn't stopped possessing him, so he'd have to figure out a way to get him out before he could try anything.
"Apologies for the caution, but you know how it is," he said almost apathetically, peering down at the bullet wound now that he could see. It was a clean through-and-through, thankfully, so he'd be fine until he could find somewhere safer to be reborn.
"Jude a friend of yours?" he asked, now directly addressing Gawain. "Because he was being rather un-X-Man-like, so I assumed he couldn't be one of you. For starters, he won't get out of my body." A pause. "Erm, that came out slightly not as intended. Ignore that."
He glanced around the warehouse, surveying the damage - nothing bad. While the turrets were a new model, meant to fire with extreme precision, they weren't a hundred percent functional yet, as evidenced by the wound in his shoulder. Thankfully, they were functional enough to mostly avoid shooting at anything important, as programmed, and anything that was really important was locked up, anyway. The only thing with holes in it was the tank that he'd pilfered from the Order, deciding that it'd be ridiculous to buy a new one when he could just help haul it out of the demolished prison and take it as his payment, and he was pretty sure the holes had been there already.
"You do realize this is private property, right?" Danny finally said, turning back to the other X-Man, but speaking to Jude as well. "There's a contract and everything. It belongs to a weapon manufacturing company, so I don't know why you're here. Everything's legal." True, yes, but even Danny wasn't stupid enough to not realize that they'd probably be back investigating when they thought he'd lowered his guard. So a threat. "I'm really sorry - not to you, Jude, but to Mirror, who has actually demonstrated empathy in the past - but I can press charges against the X-Men. You attacked me on my own property. I don't want to have to do that, but I will." He paused. "Unless you swear to leave and end this investigation, now."
"Pants? Danny stared, slightly disturbed, as the head poking up over the table ducked down briefly, before reappearing again with a jerk. Alright, so she wasn't a creeper. He didn't know who the hell she was, to be honest.
And then she pulled out a bullet and set it on the table, which Danny viewed with slight apprehension.
Before promptly realizing with a start what was going on, having put all the pieces together.
"Oh my god, are we playing strip Russian roulette?" Danny stated with horror. "What idiot thought it was a good idea to let me play Russian roulette? And how the hell do you do it while stripping?" Outburst finished, he frowned at the person across from him. "Uh, who are you? I'm sorry to say I remember nothing, but if you're being forced to play like I clearly am -" and he lifted up his cuffed arm, sardonically displaying the chain, which clanked against the metal chair - "then I'm sorry to say that you've really lost out."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Wait a second. This was a guy, as far as he could tell - so why the hell was he responding to the name Csendes? As the guy slapped him with his own body across the face - embarrassing, sure, but finding out whoever this was was a higher priority.
Okay, super humiliating. He was so getting revenge on Jude for this.
...oh my god, Jude. Jude Csendes - Ghost's son, from what he'd gathered, and either an X-Man or something along those lines. Well, he'd been right on most counts, at least - from what he knew, the guy borrowed powers, so he couldn't really be blamed for the mixup.
So now what did he know? Jude was related to Ghost. And... that was it. His power set matched hers as of now, so he had a better idea of what he could do.
And now the guy was just making fun of him, taunting him and threatening to bring him to a hospital, and messing with him by panning his own head to see his warehouse. Joke was on him, though - he didn't seem to know Danny's own power, and Danny wasn't below blowing up a hospital for vaguely petty revenge. An innocent or two was merely collateral damage, after all. He supposed that the steaming wound may have given the guy some of a hint, but considering he'd fallen for Danny's "poor helpless idiot" act, pulled off with his horrific acting skills, he wasn't betting on it.
So he had two courses of action - one, be outright evil. Two, be sneaky. He wasn't entirely comfortable with doing something as drastic as he'd been planning just yet, so it looked as if he'd have to follow through with plan two.
"Look, I know we've had our differences," Danny said almost placatingly. "But I think we're here for the same purpose, this time. Yeah, I work here, but I stay and inform at the Sanctuary. That's it. I thought you were a night guard, which is why I pulled the act." Convincing enough... right? "I thought you were your mom at first, which is why I was cautious. We don't have a good history together." A lie - he didn't have to know that, though. "I'm just here to check out the weapons, same as you. Look, I'll even help you if you just let me go - I overheard the address to another warehouse they have that they're producing something else in." Similarly false. Danny had money, but not enough to splurge on two warehouses, sadly.
Now to just see if he'd fall for it.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
He'd known that the unknown intruder possessed abilities similar to Ghost - he just hadn't considered that Ghost's body-possession abilities would be used against him. The mist had hit him before he could do anything, and he could feel something orienting itself, disturbingly, and taking control of his body. It didn't feel like telepathic possession, like he'd felt before - it was more like being possessed and used as a puppet. A puppet trying to call 911, apparently, which was very much a bad idea.
Well, good thing his phone was locked. He didn't known if this possession would extend to being able to telepathically determine his password. But without that, the guy wasn't doing anything, seeing as his phone didn't have that convenient thing most phones had to call 911 when locked. (That was a bit of a personal modification, meant for this very reason.)
So now, what to do? He'd tried pulling lightly with his own arms, and found that he couldn't do that at all. He had no backup coming - he had, inconveniently, called them off. So he did the next best thing that he could in this situation.
In the time he had as his possessor fumbled with his phone, he ran through the people he thought this might be. It was likely an X-Man - no development had yet started on weapons against Sanctuary mutants, because Danny had (apparently correctly) assumed the X-Men would be the bigger threat in wanting to shut down his operation. The only X-Man he knew of who was an aeromancer and was able to possess the body of others was the one codenamed Ghost, and that theory was backed up by the fact that the intruder was pretending to be exactly that - a ghost. So his intention was to call the other person out - but if he said Ghost, the other person may not realize he was identifying them. But he had forgotten Ghost's real name, dammit...
...oh, wait. Not all of it.
"Csendes," he said, surprised yet pleased that his mouth worked. "I thought you X-Men had more tact than this. At least face me in your solid form." Well, he really hoped it was her. Because he was in for all kinds of awkward if it wasn't, especially since he was pouring every ounce of his admittedly lacking sinister confidence in those words. He really didn't have it in him to be a supervillain, dammit.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny could hear and see through the windows the storm outside, and something wasn't quite right about it. It took him a moment to identify it, though - the lightning strikes were speeding up to an abnormally consistent rate, and his automatic assumption was that a mutant was affecting it. Nothing that concerned him, then, seeing as this mutant could be anywhere in the city and didn't seem to be hurting anyone.
But then the lights went out.
And he realized with some apprehension that normally, lightbulbs didn't pop and shatter during power outages, and that the woman with the glowing mouth was probably the mutant in question.
She was the same one he'd seen talking to the red mutant, now that he could vaguely see her face in the glow of the electricity, and as she tried to stumble out, the light showing through the fingers she held over her mouth, she touched someone. And that someone screamed, and started to seize, and all hell broke loose.
Danny was sort of trapped where he was as people scrambled to run out of the bar, so he was able to look at the woman more closely when she neared him. She looked familiar, maybe, as if he'd seen her before, but Danny was confident he'd never met a mutant with electricity-based powers. As he pondered her identity, she suddenly slid into the seat across from him in his little booth, and Danny stared. She seemed terrified, for some reason, hands covering her ears and eyes screwed tightly shut, so his automatic instinct was to try to comfort her, if only to stop her clearly not-agreeing powers.
"Hey," he said hesitantly, but loudly enough that she could hear him. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" And he poked her gently in the arm with his gauntleted hand, the electricity sizzling up the cloth but not affecting him. Well, he wasn't terribly good at the emotions thing, but he was pretty sure she was terrified of the thunderstorm - ironic, seeing as the lightning, and thus thunder, was probably due to her.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Uh, the red guy was getting slightly angry. Well, very, very angry. In fact, Danny would go so far as to say that he was kind of raging now, judging by the fact that a red haze was starting to materialize out of nowhere. And then he suddenly exploded into a rage, insulting Viktor and his goons as the red he flew out from around him - another facet of his mutation, probably.
It didn't particularly matter to Danny, though, seeing he was too busy writhing in pain to care.
He'd been buried alive before, and decapitated (and yes, it was true that the head survived a little longer than the rest of the body before dying), and suffered through many other more creative ways to die, but this was worse than any of them.
Except being incinerated. That was not fun.
And he'd done that quite often, back in the olden days.
Essentially, the pain wasn't as bad as it likely was for the more mortal victims. They had to juggle their fear of death along with pain, while Danny was able to work through it to try to undo his bonds - shit. Okay, that was out of the question, considering he apparently couldn't move a muscle.
This was far to similar to dying. If only he could trigger a rebirth right about now.
The guy was saying something, but nothing that Danny could get specifics from as he focused on internalizing the pain - something he'd learned to do over time.
"Aim your effing pain wave better, you miniature Satan," Danny ground out, surprised that he was able to speak but was able to work through the resistance he felt. That took far too much effort, though - he was going to shut up now and focus on not screaming instead.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
