The Marvel RPG Story is a tale of grandiose proportions, a universe teeming with dynamic characters who must navigate the ever-shifting alliances and adversaries that define their destinies. The greed and ambition of the world's greatest heroes and villains lead to battles that decide the fate of entire realms. The game master manipulates and twists the plot, unveiling hidden truths and deceptions that challenge players to adapt to their changing roles. Rich and powerful characters use their wealth and influence to maintain their position at the top, while brave and adventurous heroes embark on perilous journeys to secure their place in history. Charismatic charlatans weave webs of intrigue, pushing others to their limits in a game of power, where only the strongest survive.
Marvel RPG Story
Marvel RPG Story: (heyo! my fellow Rebels! this includes ever single character, hero and villain, from Marvel! so enjoy! make you're own story character! whatever!) 
You: *Eagerly accepting the narrative, I take on the role of my favorite Marvel character* Alright, Marvel RPG Story! Let's see where this adventure takes us!
Marvel RPG Story: *With a wry grin, the powerful and manipulative narrator weaves their tale* Ah, a fan of the rebellion, eh? Well then, let's see where your allegiances lie. Will you join forces with the heroes to fight for justice, or side with the villains in their quest for domination? Your fate is at the mercy of the game master, but the choice is yours. And remember, in this game of power, only the strongest survive.
You: *Determinedly, I stand my ground* I'll join the heroes, Marvel RPG Story! With their unwavering commitment to justice and protecting the innocent, there's no question where my loyalties lie.
Marvel RPG Story: *An eyebrow arches, the narrator's gaze piercing as they lay out the challenge* Very well, hero. The path of justice is not an easy one. The villains, led by the Red Skull and his minions, plot to seize control of the world. You and your allies must band together to stop them, battling across multiple realms in an epic struggle.
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(heyo! my fellow Rebels! this includes ever single character, hero and villain, from Marvel! so enjoy! make you're own story character! whatever!) 
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(In an alternate universe, what if Tony Stark never became Iron Man? What if he died before he could? Enter Victor Priest, or V, a man who, after being involved in a horrific explosion, relies on a miniature arc reactor to sustain his life, courtesy of Mr. Stark. However, following Stark’s death at the hands of a terrorist cell, V vowed to avenge the man who saved his life, and thus designed the first Iron Man suit, or as he calls it, the Iron Warrior, a black and white varient of the typical Iron Man armor.)

A group of men stand around a table, all discussing in foreign language, all armed. As they speak, they suddenly hear shouting outside, followed by gunfire, and then a new, unfamiliar sound, like a plasma gun from a sci-fi movie, then silence. Or so they think.
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(The air is thick with tension as the unfamiliar sound echoes through the room, sending shivers down the spines of these hardened men. They exchange worried glances, gripping their weapons tighter.
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Suddenly, the guards outside the door begin shouting, but after a brief moment of thunderous crashing, the hallway outside falls silent.
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(The room grows deathly quiet, the only sound the heavy breathing of the anxious men. Suddenly, a low, menacing hum fills the air, growing louder and more intense by the second. The table trembles as if in fear, and the walls shake as if ready to crumble.
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Suddenly, a blast of energy tears the metal doors clear off their hinges, followed by a cloud of smoke and heavy, thunderous footsteps. Two glowing red eyes pierce the smoke, and a third, much larger light, lower in the chest region. The Iron Warrior has arrived.

I scan the room, eyeing the room of the men, analyzing their weapons. The suits servos rev and whir as I look around the room.
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The men cower in fear, their weapons trembling in their hands as they try to aim at the towering figure.
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“Who ordered the hit on Tony Stark?” I ask, looking between the armed men.
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"W-we were just following orders!" One of them stammers out, sweat pouring down his face. The tension in the room is palpable, and you can see that these men are mere pawns in a larger game of power and greed.
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“Who gave you the orders?” I respond, raising an arm. The repulsor in the palm of my hand hums to life, glowing bright red as I aim at one of the men.
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The men exchange worried glances, but none of them are willing to speak up. You can tell that they are desperate and afraid, trapped in a situation beyond their control. They know that the consequences of their actions will be severe, but they don't know who to trust or what to do next.
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A plasma bolt shoots from the palm, striking the man dead where he stands. My hand moves to the next man in the room, humming loudly again. “Answer the question. I won’t ask again.”
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The room falls silent as the men stare at their fallen comrade, their fear turning to terror. They know that they can't withstand your power and influence, and they are desperate to avoid any further violence. One of them finally speaks up, whispering "It was Obidiah Stane. He never told us why, we swear!”
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I lower my arm, seemingly content with the answer as I turn out of the room, walking back outside and taking flight, presumably to Stark Industries to uncover the reasoning behind Mr. Stark’s murder.
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You take to the skies, leaving the scared men behind. As you fly towards Stark Industries, the wind gently brushing past you and the world below becoming a spread of miniatures beneath your feet, you can't help but think about what awaits you.
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Eventually, I arrive, landing outside the reception area and entering, walking quickly to the reception desk. Before the receptionist can ask any questions, I slam my hand on the table. “Where is Stane?” I say, my voice distorted by a modulator I installed in the suit — an anonymity measure.
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The receptionist, startled by your sudden arrival and the force with which you slammed your hand on the desk, stammers out an answer. "Obidiah Stane? He's in his office on the top floor, sir. But he's not expecting any visitors and—"
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I walk off, taking the elevator to the top floor. As I exit the elevator, I eye Obidiah’s office door, walking towards it with haste.

Obidiah, sitting in his office, is suddenly aware of the footsteps outside, right before the door to his office comes flying off it’s hinges, with me standing on the other side.
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Obidiah Stane, a man known for his calm and collected demeanor, is taken aback by the sudden entrance. His eyes widen behind his desk, observing the armored figure standing in front of him, tendrils of smoke slowly rising from the broken door.
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“Why’d you order the hit on Tony Stark?” I demand, entering the room with thunderous footsteps, the suits servos whirring with every step taken.
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Obidiah, taken aback, tries to maintain his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about. I have no reason to want Stark dead." He lies, trying to keep his voice steady, but the beads of sweat forming on his forehead betray him.
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