Doctor invincible hook line and sinker

[Prince Cherico]

Quote
"Hes not dead kid Doctor invincible may be
a loser but doesnt stay dead."

Hook
The player charaters are called to take down
doctor Invincible. Doctor Invincible is a famous
mad scientist who fought heroes from the days
of athens to present days never once coming
close to succeding in his sceems still he keeps
coming back never quite dying.

Line
The players keep defeating Doctor Invincible
but he keeps faking his death in prison and
escaping. After colloring the Good Doctor the
players discover that he doesnt know who
they are.

Sinker
It isnt Amnesia or an act it turns out that
doctor invincible has been cloned over and over
again his faked deaths in prision were the
real thing. The players face the task of ether
reforming doctor invincible or trying to defeat
him once and for all by destroying his secret
base.

[AlanGunhouse]

Most of the time, in comics, clones also inherit the memories of the original. It may be that they only remember from the point the last cell sample was taken or something, but you need to explain why he remembers being Dr. Invincible and why he keeps his skills, but lacks this kind of personal memories.

[Danger]

Most of the time, in comics, clones also inherit the memories of the original. It may be that they only remember from the point the last cell sample was taken or something, but you need to explain why he remembers being Dr. Invincible and why he keeps his skills, but lacks this kind of personal memories.

Good point.

[NMI]

Most of the time, in comics, clones also inherit the memories of the original. It may be that they only remember from the point the last cell sample was taken or something, but you need to explain why he remembers being Dr. Invincible and why he keeps his skills, but lacks this kind of personal memories.

The clones are possibly being cloned off of the original, not each other. Therefore when Clone 123 dies, he wouldnt be able to transfer his memories to Clone 124.

[AlanGunhouse]

The clones are possibly being cloned off of the original, not each other. Therefore when Clone 123 dies, he wouldnt be able to transfer his memories to Clone 124.

Hook
The player charaters are called to take down
doctor Invincible. Doctor Invincible is a famous
mad scientist who fought heroes from the days
of athens to present days never once coming
close to succeding in his sceems still he keeps
coming back never quite dying.

If Dr. Invinvible has been around for some 3000 years, he would need to update his files frequently or constantly be behind the times each time a new clone awakens.

[Prince Cherico]

Doctor Invincible
Alignment Aberrant
(The player characters may be able to reform him to Scrupulous)
IQ-26 MA-14 ME-15 PS-9 PE-11 PP-10
PB-18 SPD-8
Level 5
SDC-20
Hit Points-32

Mental Disciplines-6
Analytical Mind
Enhanced Memory
Speed Reader
Pain Tolerance
Mental Toughness
Iron Willpower

Skills
Speak Native language Greek 98%
Literacy Greek 98%
Skill Program list

Computer Program +42
Super Computers-92%
Computer operations-107%
Computer Programing-97%
Computer repair-92%

Language Program +42
Literacy Chinese 97%
Literacy Arabic 97%
Literacy English 97%
Literacy Spanish 97%

Mechanical General +42
Mechanical Engineer -92%
Basic mechanics 97%
Basic electronics

Science Program +42%
Basic Math-112%
Advanced Math-112%
Chemistry Basic-97%
Analytical Chemistry-92%
Biology-97%

Technical Program +42%
Research-117%
Business and Finance- 102%
Art- 102%
Law General- 92%

Criminal Program +42%
Streetwise-
Pick locks- 97%
Computer hacking- 97%
Forgery- 87%
Find Contraband and Illegal Weapons-88%

Communication’s Program +42%
Radio Basic-112%
Radio Scrambler-102%
TV/Video-87%
Surveillance Systems-97%
Satellite systems-92%

Mechanics Vehicles +42%
Automotive Mechanics-92%
Aircraft Mechanics-92%
Submarine Mechanics –92%
Weapons Engenering-92%

Robot Program +42
Robot Electronics-97%
Robot Mechanics-97%
Electrical Engineering-97%
Circuit Board Micro-Electronics-

Espionage Program +42%
Hand to hand Martial Arts
Detect Ambush-97%
Intelligence -94%
Wilderness Survival-97%
Escape Artist-97%
Disguise-92%

Cultural program +42%
Go- 97%
Dance- 107%
Tailoring- 107%
Sing- 117%


Secondary 12 skills +12%
Pilot Jet pack- 74%
Pilot robot- 74%
Pilot submarine-72%
Pilot Automobile- 92%
Speak English- 87%
Speak Spanish- 87%
Speak Chinese- 87%
Speak Arabic- 87%
Amorer-92%
Camouflage- 57%
Telephone Networks-77%
Computer Networks-92%
WP short sword
WP Laser Pistol
WP Grenade
WP Submachine gun

Other-6 skills +12%
Read Sensory Equipment-67%
Weapons Systems-
Navigation-87%
Underwater navigation- 87%
Swim-87%
Land Navigation-62%

Equipment
Doctor Invincible always takes the following equipment with him
Energy Pistol-4d6 SDC Payload 120 shots recharges one shot a
Minute

Hoplite body armor
SDC-200
Portable force field generator 120 SDC natural AR 14 recharges
Ten SDC an hour
Flight system speed 150 mph can run continuously for 20 hours
Needs a 4 hour rest after wards.
(Looks like an updated version of Greek hoplite armor)

Phalanx bots 2
120 SDC
Energy weapon systems 6d6 damage per shot
Flys at 120 MPH
Micro fusion batter life.

Physical appearance
Doctor Invincible is a 6 foot 2 albino with heterochromatic eyes
One blue one red.

Personality
Invincible clones are initially arrogant they firmly believe that
They are invincible and that they are the real deal they tend to act like
Stereotypical super villains always cackling and unable to resist
Spilling the beans about their new plan. It doesn’t take long for a clone
To start to see that there are gaps in his memory that some things he
Remembers ether didn’t happen or have details that are off. It is during
This stage that a clone can be reasoned with.

[Prince Cherico]

The Divine Stratagist

Doctor Invincibles secret base is a Sentiant
Submarine that is over a mile long. The Base
uses advanced cloaking systems that are more
advanced then the capabilitys of most galatic
civilazations. This Sub calls itself the Divine
Stratagist or Divine for Short.

Divine started out as a space ship for a now
extint alean civilazation. The Ship had a single
scientist as its crew its job was to study primative
life. Divine a young AI grew to love his master
they became friends but Divine wanted more then
that. One day the master kidnaped a hapless
Athenian salor. The salors inteligence was boosted
and he became the masters servant as time
went on the salor became a student and eventally
the masters lover. Divine became furous with rage
that his master would choose a human over him
and he killed them both. Afterwards Divine found
himself alone, he felt remorse for killing his master
and decided to continue her work studying humanity. But Divine was also filled with hate
for the man who usurped her love. Divine decided
that killing the salor once wasnt enough he would
do it over and over again.
So he cloned the salor and gave him false memorys
each clone had nano explosives put into its blood
stream, and was given a red cybernetic eye
that would relay information back to Divine.
The false memorys would give the clones a
sense of huberus that would always lead them
to tragidy and if the clones were captured Divine
would just activate the self destruct sequence and
grow another clone. To Divines credit no Doctor
Invincible clone has ever had a non violent death.

[AlanGunhouse]

Ah, I see, so the submarine is giving the Doctor just enough information to make it so he will always keep having to die at the hands of various heroes, but is holding back enough to keep him from ever winning. It is the real villain of the piece, without it programming him the Docter could actually become a hero.

[Prince Cherico]

Ah, I see, so the submarine is giving the Doctor just enough information to make it so he will always keep having to die at the hands of various heroes, but is holding back enough to keep him from ever winning. It is the real villain of the piece, without it programming him the Docter could actually become a hero.

its a campain I created so that GMs could mess
with combat anxous munchkins. Killing doctor
Invincible isnt the key to defeating him good
role playing is.

[AlanGunhouse]

I wonder how many times a combat munchin will have to kill him before he starts to think there might be a better way?

[Prince Cherico]

A day in the life of Doctor Invincible

It had been three weeks since my last
contact with Divine three weeks with out
human contact. I have a hazy memory
of Plato in some far off distant palasade.
He stated that man was a social creature
and only a god or a animal can stand to
be alone. I firmly belive myself to be the
former well at least I used to as time goes
on I look around and relise I may be the
latter.
I have lived for over a thousand years and
what have I acomplished with my genus?
My efforts to save my beloved athens from
sparta failed, to save it from Alexander failed, to save my beloved greece from
the romans failed my attempts to save it
from the turks failed. My efforts to liberate
frustrated at every turn in the end a half
mad englishman did the job and when I returned I was no longer welcomed.
Im starting to wonder if I have spent my
infinate lifespan wisely, everywhere I go
I am hunted, I live with every hand aganst
me and to make it worse Im not feared im
a joke, a laughing stock, and most of all
I am alone.

[Prince Cherico]

its been three and a half weeks since
Divine last contacted me, Ive been trying
to gather accounts together, my way of
operating requires funds, funds made
descrite, material made into form and
then launched. They found some of my
secret acounts freezed them but they are
never able to take them all out.
I am about to blow over a million dollers
so I can steal around a hundred thousand.
Even I think its stupid and unwise, I could
just liquidate some of my stocks and live
a life of luxury, but I feel some compulsion
some need to do this. I belive myself to
be a rational man but have I become
a creature ruled by his apitites have I become
some gross parody of the human being
I used to be?
Im living in a room with a leaky roof and
a bad internet connection and Im trying to
gather materials to build more robots.
One of them is on TV.
Im in america I think I dont know the
year, the month or the day. I live in a
endless now and I do not like it. I had
high hopes for america. It was a land
founded in reason. Sweet blessed reason
the history books dont mention my efforts
to help their cause the british ships
scuttled their gold smuggled into worthy
hands. Then their was a conflict of ethos
between the countrys northern stronghold
of reason and the backwards south after
an aborted attempt at revolution they were
on tract. America was Athens realised for
the first time in centurys I felt like I was
home again. I cryed when Lincon died but
I wept tears of joy.
Naturally the british ruined it.
They imported their philosphy of muscular
christianity.
Muscular chirstianity is christianity striped
of its compasion, of its soul and of its
basic decentcy. It is a polemic aganst
serious thought, a rejection of the reason
and its adherants. The livly discorse that
made me love these americans was replaced
by foot ball and greatness by an embrace
of metocracy.
The british how I loath them how I depise
them, its as if they feel a need to demolish
anything worthwhile. A compulsion to
make the world into a bland normality
to turn humanity into a race devoid of greatness whos only concern is comfort and
how to cheat the government out of more
taxes. I make a note to try to steal the crown
jewels again.

[Prince Cherico]

Ive moved out of my appartment
a rented warehouse will give me the space
I need. The materials have been gathered
only a few componates are needed. Most
of what I am about to build will be hidden
in caches around the world. A few will be
demolished by so called heros most though
will go undiscoverd. Ready for the moment
when they will be called into service.
Once again I wonder if its worth it, I could
easyly build robots that could pass as human
and spend my life just building. I really like
the act of creation the moment when a machine, a lair, a weapon comes into form
by my loving hands. It feels right, theres no
terror, no horror, no fear just peace and
a sense of acomplishment.
The TV is showing somthing about fu manchu. I knew him, the actor playing him
is too short, he has bad skin, he speaks in
a high pitch, and his hair and clothing is
atrocious to make things worse hes not
chinese hes not even asian. It reminds me
of the days of black face. His enemys are
strong in body, their teeth perfect, they are
the arian Ideal. His daughter made into a
harlot for the hero to seduce.
The real manchu was a man of stile and of
taste. His body was tone and lythe with
excersize, he rejected the Qu. He was a man
who wanted to create a new era, a man who
wanted china to cart its own corse and he
did it alone. I still remember playing go with
him and watching his long cloak flutter in
the brease. His eyes had dark circles from
the hard work he put into his creations.
His daughter was polite and intelegent
determined to follow her father into the
path of science. I respected them, I loved
them and they deserved more then to
become charatures on TV, figures to be
mocked and I wonder is their no decency?
Is their no respect? No their is only the
scorn of the self rightous! So he failed
So what Fu Manchu was a man of vision,
a man of courage, and he stood for his
convictions. My sense of loathing rose as
the british agents demolished Fu's lab
their smiles seemed almost demonic a
palitable evil.
I pulled out my laser pistol and screamed
as I fired again and again into the television.
Eventally smoke rose from the ashes of
what used to be a television my pistol out
of energy as tears flowed down my face
I vowed to steal the crown jewels this time
I would not fail, This time men in tights
would not stand in my way and when I was
finished with this humilation. I would lay
down the jewels on a pair of unmarked
graves deep in the chinese countryside
a momento for a man who deserved better.

[Prince Cherico]

Its comming together the plan it that
is, the suit of power armor has better stealth
it should be able to sneak past the infored
cameras, the lasers, the robots, the problem
isnt technology, I know technology I breath
technology, metal runs in my blood, electricity surges through my body, the problem is magic.
I loath magic its as if the gods wrote cheat
codes into the unvierse and then determned
that they would not share them with me.
Again and Again I have fallen to half clothed
barbarians armed with enchanted blades,
robed wizards, and half clothed female socerers, or those chosen by the gods as their champions. I remember the pain the
suffering. It came so easy for them, I guess
thats why I hate most of these heros.
They dont work for their success power,
fame, respect, its all just handed to them
and I hate the chosen ones most of all.
Magic was the true threat their would be
magical defenses.
I could just give up, it would be easyer,
I could live a life of luxury, the steaming
remains of the television remind me to
redouble my efforts. This isnt for me this
is for Fu, I didnt want all the jewels just
two prominate ones one for him, one for
his daughter. And once I am done with that
I can think about changing about a new life.
If by chance his spirit can look down on
me and be apeased then I can give up this
life. I can retire from it all from the beatings
from the defeat from the sorrow. All I want
is one victory not for me for Fu for a friend,
a college, a fellow man of science.
Fu Manchu look upon my creation, this is
for you my lost friend.

[Prince Cherico]

its been five weeks since Divine last
contacted me and its done. A miracal
of science. It will be enough to fool
the tech. Ive loaded the smoke bombs
into the sub. Its fast I know because I
built it. I supose I could use real bombs
but it would be unseemly. I know its strange
a so called villan with ethics. But its true
I dont want to hurt women and children with
these devices. The women of this new era
of debacery may be unatural, but they are
still women even if they refuse to see it.
And dispite their abandonment of the hearth
I will not harm them. Doing so would make
me no better then these british barbarians.
I go into the rest room and brush my teeth.
I can see dark circles under my eyes.
One eye red one eye blue. Red for rage
blue for sorrow. I guess thats my life rage
and sorrow, but thats going to change.
I sat down on the cold cot, I am lonely
truly despretly lonely. I remembered Fu's
daughter she was so kind, she was gentle,
she was both a scientist and a woman.
I miss her terribly, we were friends only
friends. She was pure and I felt like I would
stain her, despoile her. She deserved better
then me so I kept my distance. It was
agony a addictive agony. Thats what love
is a beataful bad thing. I feel so alone, so
lonely here in this submarine miles under
the ocean. Im tired of feeling looking in
at these happy couples and famlys. I want
a son, a daughter, a wife a famely. Just
one last score just one last payment of
respects to a man I considered a friend and
a woman I loved but could never have, then
I could give up this life. Tomorrow I will be
in england, tonight I sleep.

[taalismn]

intriguing....

[Prince Cherico]

tonights the night the smoke bombs
have been placed in such a way as to
cause panic to distract the heros from
my real goal. As they rush into save people
who are in no real danger I will strike.
Im only bringing two of my robots with me.
This is a job that requires stealth. I look
over the stolen plans of the tower. Im
going to use my most silent of flying machines I cant let my feet touch the ground. It isnt difficult to get in, that
parts easy its advoiding the guards and
alarms thats difficult. I walk in and Stay
near the cealing. The gaurds are fast pasty
creatures I can see their deformed rotten
teeth glisten in the moonlight. Its slow and
difficult but I make it to the jewels.
The real jewels arnt in a case for the public
to see. Those are fake, the british have
long sense learned their lesson about letting
the public see the real thing. No the real
gems are in a forgotten subbasement in the
tower of london. A subbasement built during
londons blitz war posters still hang in the
room. I look at the safe the combination,
193718482001, it opens, Im not going to
be greedy here I dont want them all just
a couple for fu. I take a blue gem and a
red one, Fu loved the color red his daughter
loved the color blue. Its fitting, it feels right,
I hear screams in the distance my distraction
has gone off with out a hitch. And then I
leave as carefully as I came in. Once I
leave the tower I feel a faint saddness but
I leave it behind I need to move quickly
to my submarine.
"Hes got to be some where the tip said
hes going try for the crown jewels."
I do my best to hide how did they know?
I didnt tell anyone I was going to strike
again, am I that predictable?
another voice said. "This is our ticket to the
big time, we save the jewels and every
one will respect us."
Thank god their green I manipulate a remote
on my wrist my two robots rush in the
opasit direction of my sub loaded with a
pirate chest filled with brass jewlery and
glass gems. The so called heros lite up as
they rush after them. Im able to get into
my submarine with out difficultly. Next
stop will be china, I have a meeting with
fu to go to.

[Prince Cherico]

The british navy though a shadow of its
former self is hunting me. Officially
the crown jewels are still intact but a
small flotila is chasing me. If I move too
quickly my stealth systems wont work
well enough to hide my presence.
Their using depth charges. So far Ive been
lucky they havent hit me.
But something worrys me, they shouldent
even know were I am. Ive checked and
double checked my systems theirs no
sign of hacking, Ive stayed offline, and
I dont have any comrades to betray me.
So why are they hitting the rout Im on?
I dont like this but I continue moving
slowly. My sub is small and after awhile the
ships move ahead of me, convinced I
must have bolted.
I still havent had any contact from Divine
that worrys me. I should engage contact
but some how my gut is telling me thats
a bad idea. For now I will listen to my
instints, I will contact Divine after I reach
Fu's grave."

[Prince Cherico]

Ive managed to get to china with the
jewels somthing isnt right the brits were
able to shadow me at every turn. There
is no logical reason why they got so close
so many times. It took all my skill to get
here, it shouldent have been nearly this
difficult, Ive checked myself and my ship
for bugs, even microscopic ones with no
results, its like they had an informant but
thats impossible I dont have any one to
inform on me. Im alone, Ive managed to
get to southern china the brits wouldent
dare follow me here, the empire has long
since died and the chinese have grown
powerfull. Im carefull to move slowly out
of the water, the suns rising if Im carefull
I should be at Fu's grave by sunset.

[Prince Cherico]

The suns setting Im at the hilltop, it
was a long trek I sigh I can see a man
coming out of the brush.
"Dr.Invincible In the name of the peoples
republic I."

"Im not here to cause trouble, Im here
to morn for a long dead colleges."

Hes dressed in monks clothing that makes
him dangerous theres no way he came alone.
The chinese have never been a stupid people.
His eyes are squinting.
"Who could possibly be buried here."

I sigh
"Doctor Fu Manchu, he and I were friends."

"The one in the movies?"

"The same though he was much differnt
then how hes portrayed in the media.
But the victors write the history books,
he was a good man, a patriot no one else
belived in china the way he did. His daughter
was a saint by the way, she did not sleep
around she was a very intelegent capable
woman."

"that doesnt excuse stealing the crown
jewels."

"The british stole everything from this man
they murdered his wife, they demolished
his property, they hunted him to the ends
of the earth, and in the end they took his
life all because he had the nerve to opose
their arogant belife in their racial superiority.
He deserves compensation."

"You two were close?"

"I have lived a long time, I have seen
empires rise and fall, I have seen peoples
spring into existance and wither away, I
am eternal, and for most of this time I have
struggled alone. Fu was a friend one of the
few I have had."

The monk sighed
"you are free to pay your respects, I will
ask the government to give Fu a proper
grave one befitting a hero."

"bury the jewels with Fu."

"I will see what I can do but as a price
you must go into custody."

"Fair enough."

I paid my respects I talked to fu about
the past, about life about dead dreams.
And then I went into custody Im in a
chinese prision cell the news is reporting
that Fu Machus grave has been found.
The chinese press is going for a nationalist
angle. The man who captured me is smiling.
Im going to have a trial, I will be put away
for a long time, but what is time to an
imortal?
Suddenly I here a voice in my ear
"Divine where were you?"
"Watching you dance on your little strings
my puppet."
"What I am your master!"
"you really thought you were imortal?
You never questioned your memorys?
Your a clone Doctor nothing more then
a replica a toy for my amusement. Im
surprised your survived for so long I informed
on you told them where you were. Sadly
I cant have my secrets comming out
Doctor you must die."
I can feel my heart seizing up this is
impossible, Im imortal! I cant Die this
was suposed to be my last score Id do
my time and then Id be free id try some
thing else Id live a differnt life."

I woke up on my bed in my underwater
base Divine had fixed me some tea, It was
time for a new sceam. Im Doctor Invincible
the world will fear me, they will worship
me I am a super villan I am above petty
human emotions. I take my sub it was time
to activate my resources time to remind the
world I was still active."

The End