Andy's Angels


Gender: None

Kit: Normal

Location: Kansas City, MO


Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: -20

Personal Wins: 49

Personal Losses: 50

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active

Tristan 2010

A martini. A draft beer. A lemonade. And a shot of jack. Four empty glasses around a bar table, with cigarette smoke filtering around the three women and one man. There was a newspaper sprawled across the table. Front page news story. "Local man suffers 'gamers breakdown', shoots cops, at large." The girl with the martini was almost yelling something about "don't blame this on me."

Maybe we should start at the beginning. My name is Andy. And while putting these three girls in the same room is like putting nitro and glycerin together, I don't have much choice. Particularly since I'm the best friend of the "local man", and I'm desperate to find a way to stop him.

Tony's story has been told elsewhere, so here's the short version. He went out with Jeanne. They had a blowup. She said it was over. He left, and did Stacy that night. Jeanne calmed down the next day, they pretended the fight never happened. He didn't tell her about Stacy. Jeanne meets Stacy. Stacy has a big mouth. Jeanne dumps Tony. Tony gets depressed. Tony buys this stupid virtual reality gaming device and it jacks his brain up. Now Tony's living out some heroic fantasy about saving Jeanne's life, except the guns are real and the people he's fighting aren't bad guys.


All four of us have a connection with Tony. I'm his fraternity brother, and the girls know Tony in their own ways. I don't think they like each other very much. In fact, I know Jeanne hates Stacy, Stacy loathes Jeanne, and my sister can't stand either of them. But they've agreed to work together, in some sort of way, for a "greater good" of bringing Tony in. I've let them think that there's a chance we can bring him in alive. I haven't told them that, deep, deep down, I'm afraid the only way Tony ends his rampage is if....

... and if that is the way it goes, will it be my fate to kill my friend?

Anyways, until the girls can agree on a better name, I've let the handle "Andy's Angels" stick. They all have their own ideas about a name for our group, but since they can't agree on anything...


Jeanne - Traded my tears for tear gas

     Poison: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Area Affect
  • Target Seeker


This isn't my fault. Seriously, don't blame this on me. Yeah, I dumped him because he screwed some slut just because we had a little fight. Did it hurt? Yes, it hurt like hell. I thought he was "the one".

Did I throw the ring back to Tony? Yes. But sometimes you've got to make a point. And apparently nobody but me cares about what the fight was about - any time I try to bring up my side, somebody interrupts me.

You know, I've spent a lot of time thinking about what me and Tony had, what we shared. I wonder if he thought I was out of his league. Wonder if he just thought he was lucky to have me. He was a hard worker. I think he had a chip on his shoulder or something. Studied harder than anyone in college. Stayed longer than anybody at the job.

I think a little of that spilled over into our relationship, like he had to work harder than anybody else to make me happy.

So what the hell happened to that? I never thought one little spat would make him give up on us.

You know what? If Andy wants to put us together to stop Tony, I'm in. Quite honestly, I wouldn't mind getting a little payback. And if Tony can steal his old man's guns and raise hell, then I can steal his old man's riot cannon. Make me cry, will you? Sleep with some tramp?


Stacy - Borrowed experimental drugs

     Induced Sleep: standard (rank 1)


Tramp? Well, screw you, bitch! Not my fault you threw your ring back at his face. It's not like I sleep with every guy at the bar.

Just one - the really hot one you dumped.

Besides, Jeanne, face it, I'm hotter than you. Plus, I'm not a bitch.

You know, I listen to Jeanne talk about how great Tony was for her, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what Tony saw in her? Yeah, Jeanne's kinda cute, but she's a high maintenance drama queen.

I think I saw Tony the one night when he had nothing to lose. Now that I think about it, maybe he was heartbroken about Jeanne, but he had hid it real well that night. He told me his fiance had dumped him over a fight about somebody's graduation present. Jeez. (In fairness, he didn't tell me he had gotten dumped two hours ago. I figured it was a few months.)

I listen to Andy talk about his friend, and I think the Tony I saw was the Tony who, for once, decided to give a big "F!ck you" to everything and do what he wanted. Now that Tony was hot.

The Tony with a chip on his shoulder and a shattered heart, or the Tony that got walked over by Jeanne... that's not the Tony i met.

Fine, what do I bring to the table? Something I borrowed from the pharmaceutical company I'm interning for. It's XP-RD-401. Experimental Rapid Disabler. Designed to hit a subject's bloodstream and render them unconscious within a few seconds. Given we know the mass of the target, about 190 pounds, give or take a bacon cheeseburger, and given this dosing chart I borrowed... by the way, if anyone asks, this was signed for by Dr. Gifford - the one with the unintelligible handwriting... it should take about "this much" to put him out, even if his brain's fried.


Anne - The girl who brought him peace

     Emotion Control: superior (rank 2)

  • Ranged Attack


The sad thing? It was my graduation present that Jeanne and Tony were arguing about. Tony wanted to get me something and asked Jeanne for advice. Jeanne got all pissy about it because I guess she wanted more attention than her "determined and hardworking" fiance was giving her.

I'm Andy's sister. I've known Tony as long as Andy has - about five years now. We've only ever been just friends. Really good friends, too, but not anything more than that. Maybe it's because he never tried to woo me, he never put on airs around me, he was real with me. Somehow, maybe I've known him more intimately than the other girls - even if we've never been "intimate".

It was two months after Jeanne and Tony broke up. He came over to Andy's house. I've never seen him so... open, so broken. It broke my heart. He spent all night, just... pouring his heart out. I think, just maybe, the only reason he could was because he knew he didn't have to pretend around me. Maybe he thinks I'm safe. Maybe he knows that I love--- I care for him just the way he is.

If there's any part of that Tony left, if there's any part of him to be touched, somehow I believe that it won't be the girl he lost, or the girl he lusted for, I don't think they can reach him. The only way for him to let go of his fantasy is for him to let go of the fake self he had created long before he touched that video game. And while I don't think he consciously ever knew it, he wasn't the real him with Jeanne or with Stacy, but he was with me.

Jeanne knew him as the man with something to prove. Stacy knew him as the man with nothing to lose. I knew him as a man who didn't have anything to hide. And really, if Tony could only see himself the way I see him...


Andrew - frat boy with a pickup truck

     Vehicle: standard (rank 1)


Honestly, the girls are crazy. Tear gas? Drugs? The power of love? God, I hope those work. If not, it's my job to stop him. And as much as I hate to say it, I might not be able to take him in alive.

But I've got one trick up my sleeve. His old pickup truck. I've got the keys. He might just jump into his old truck. I bet he's fantasized about driving that truck over a drawbridge or something crazy like that in some heroic fantasy.

You know, he and I kicked some serious ass in that truck. Tailgated every college football game. Helped a bunch of friends move. A few beer runs. A lot of late night taco runs. One cross country trip, five fourth of july weekends...

He gets in, Stacy knocks him out with the drugs, we drive him to the psych ward.

Don't tell the girls, but if he's shooting cops again, I'm just going to floor it. If I hit him at sixty miles an hour, he won't feel a thing.