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Anonymouse, the former Editor "in cheese" of HCRealms.com, is an author of "Marquee Primer" reviews and keeper of the MOUSETRAP blog.
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If Venom really is Clooney, the Vig should totally kill Crusader.
Yeah, I'm going to have to disagree with that. If he turns up Clooney, then you want to lynch me just to see if there are doubles? He may be Clooney, but he's not necessarily a F.A.G.
The group was frantic and furious. They knew it was do or die time. The problem was that they were divided until one of the group stepped forward. "I'm your leader, you can trust me." Even with their new "leader" guidance, they barely managed to accomplish anything. But barely dead is still dead. VenomDaBomb is dead. He was Lisa. Alignment: Team America
The confident man adjusted his shades and kicked down the door. "Matt Damon!" exclaimed the man behind the door as he lept to his feet in surprise. The confident man tackled him to the ground and immediately put him in a choke hold. "Talk, dummy. Who's your boss?" "Matt Damon," the ambushed man gasped. "I'm not kidding, I'll snap your neck like a twig. Now tell me who's behind all this." "Matt Damon..." "TELL ME!" "MATT DAMON!" *SNAP* "Idiot. I'll just have to find the info myself." The confident man searched the room for clues and found a small notebook. As he leafed through it, he commented to himself, "Wow, looks like someone was a busy little bee. And judging from the information in here, his sting would have been quite deadly. Good thig I'm the best there is at what I do. Good riddance, bub." Fin Fang Foom is dead. He was........wait for it.........Matt Damon. Alignment: F.A.G.
The fat man heard a knock at his door. Opening it, he greeted his new guests. "Ohhhh, herro. Wercome to my humbre abode. Come in and sit down." The three entered the large room. "Sit down and take a road off. Would either of you rike a drink?" The two nodded as the fat man left the room. When he returned, the woman winced as she grabbed her forehead. "I sense that these drinks are poisoned. We should go." "Poisoned? Don't be sirry. But it's ok. If you don't want them, ret me get you another one." The fat man turned to leave the room, but before he reached the door, he grabbed a statue and pulled a hidden lever on it, sending his two guests plunging into his infamous shark tank. "How do you rike that drink, rosers?!? HAHAHA! Why is everyone so ####### stupid. Why aren't people more interrigent? Rike me." Anonym0use is dead. He was Sarah & Joe. Alignment: Team America