There's a bit of advancement in Golden Age of Champions (with the return of the Mighty Canadians, Aureole, and King Vultok from their silver and golden age prisons.)
Well, as the creator of both of the silly things. Canon-wise, I think it comes out to a draw. A classic magic vs. tech battle. Forceknight (one word, Cryptic) would have lost the tech in one of those battles. Non-canon, things get more complicated. In the Thundrax fiction I've been writing to advance the setting, Alice has…
I can give you a lot of non-canon material about her; bear in mind this is unofficial, even if I did write the original damn book. Non-canon, Alice moved on to become a different superheroine (the Knight Errant), and the current Forceknight (Forceknight VI) is Lyle Doerksen's son Sean, who along with Celestar's daughter…
“How shall we do this?” Craig asked. “Not a brawl,” Sturmvogel said. “We shall fight as civilized men. And as gods. The storm shall be our weapon. Let he who is its master be the master of all.” He held out his hands, inviting him to grapple. Craig interwove his fingers with the man, staring him in the face, defiance in…
“The mooks are gone! The house is dark! We can make our move,” Watkins said. “C’mon! The way they came from!” “Yeah,” Craig said, still looking at the way Destroyer went. “Let’s finish this.” The house was dark, but Craig’s vision was superhuman, and it allowed them to navigate the corridors with only a little difficulty.…
There was no bell, but a large brass knocker, attached by bolt to an old iron door, weathered iron, embossed with laurel leaves. Faux-Greco-Roman designs, popular when the castle was built. Craig hit the knocker and bellowed in a drunken slur: “Öffne die Tür! Öffne die Tür im Reichsnamen!” Open the door in the name of the…
“Sarge?” “Do what he asks.” Simpson instructed. He saw the advantage in a distraction, easily enough. “We’ll start out now.” Craig nodded at Watkins. “It’s been an honor to serve with your unit, Simpson. Good luck, dogfaces.” “Good luck, all-out,” Ziolkowski said, and they exchanged salutes before departing. Craig looked…
It was the fourth evening of the journey. The good weather that had greeted Craig at their first meeting was gone, replaced by stormy skies. The storm was good cover for a thunder god from the future, and he had spent a great deal of time skyborne, scouting with his excellent eyes and a pair of field glasses, and the…
That’s one thing we got right, the hero thought. They camped before nightfall, when there was still daylight to plot their course, finding shelter in a thick thicket of trees. They unpacked their cumbersome packs and set up tents, setting watch and consulting worn maps by flashlight. Craig helped start a small campfire;…
“We have intel that Von Niehl is working on some new project.” The sergeant said. It was a violation of orders to keep it from this new Sturmvogel, but screw it. An ubermensch could help them get home alive. “We’re supposed to locate its position so our bombers can take it out.” ”Sounds like your mission has become my…
“You speak German?” “Nein.” Craig said. “I know French well enough. And even a little English.” Of course, he was joking about latter. Probably not the best time for it. “You working with the Ensign?” a soldier asked. The Red Ensign, one of Craig’s three big heroes growing up, was the most famous Canadian superhero of the…
“Wait!” Craig roared. “Wait! You’re too close! Back off!” Bullets bounce off me! You’ll get hit by the ricochets! Back off! The sergeant gulped. “Company, belay that. Ziolkowski, Radio HQ. Tell them we’ve captured Sturmvogel. We need backup. Raise the Ensign.” “Aye sir.” “What?” Craig said. He immediately set his comm link…
An hour is an arbitrary figure, so a GM wouldn't be checking all the damn time but focusing on the game that he/she is normally assigned to. "Check in on CO once an hour" would be a lot more palatable than constantly checking a game that's not your priority. Sorry I didn't make this clear. I'm not advocating hour long…
I was told a long time ago that the big V's body has been reconstituted from dark energy, and that's the zombie. The original was pulped in space (or was he? :)) And as for him not being Might, that was an error Cryptic made long ago that they meant to correct, but never did.
The two Thundraxs settled outside Craig’s ranch in Niagara. It was a quiet late summer/early autumn evening, and the air was finally cooling. Kivioq announced the first competition through his comm. “You’re history, you bum!” Incubus said. “I’ve got you by the short hairs this time, Carson!” “The first event is flexing.”…
Craig stepped into a huge amphitheater, more like a Roman Colosseum than anything constructed by the Greeks. The anachronism was not lost on him, but, screw it. The sound of horns greeted them as they entered the arena through a long tunnel. Sean stayed on the sidelines to cheer on his mentor. Craig winced as the…
“Do I?” Craig wondered. “What if ending the movie means everyone goes away? To nothing. Including us?” “Damn.” Sean realized. “How do we get back?” “Well, let’s speak to the oracle.” Craig said. “That’s probably the best conduit to the film’s writer.” “If there is one. An oracle may not be necessary to the plot. And what…
“Not really,” Craig said, shaking out his arms. “Ow.” He repeated. “Hercules held up the heavens, at least according to myth.” “Oh, he’s no myth!” the woman exclaimed. “He’s very real! Why I bet he’s competing at the Olympics right now!” “Olympics?” Sean wondered. “Why, they’re being held just down the road!” the woman…
******************** The evening passed. Craig emerged from the tent he now conveniently owned in defiance of continuity, bleary eyed, to greet the bright Grecian sun. “How’d last night go?” Sean asked. “Bad as you thought it would?” “Worse.” Craig sighed. Sean laughed. “C’mon Craig. You’ve got a fight to win.” Craig…
“No, no, no!” Craig sighed, and he suppressed an urge to sob. “Not again! Not yet another stupid gladiatorial combat! Please tell me I haven’t been pulled out of time and space by some second-rate god, yet again, just to play Gene Kiniski!” “Who’s Gene Kiniski?” Sean asked. “He was a wrestler, okay? Canada’s greatest…
Just have to state publicly what I've repeated privately; Thundrax has nowhere near the prestige or power that the big V has in-universe. It's like comparing Superman and a second string veteran brickhouse who guest stars a lot but never has his own book. Thundrax's big claims to fame is his longevity and consistency.