Brief
A note before you begin. This is Season Two of an Invincible retelling, picking up in the year after Omni-Man's betrayal and the slaughter that ended Season One. If you played Part 1, this is where your character's story continues — import your end-of-season summary and the world will remember what you did, who you became, who you lost. If you're starting here, you'll be routed in; you don't need to have played before. This story can be played from many positions: the Grayson family, friends in Mark's civilian orbit, the new Guardians, GDA operatives, children of the dead, aliens, hybrids, or original characters whose lives cross Mark's this year. The season runs in more than one place at once — a college town, a broken household, the new Guardians' rotation, and the cold reaches of space — and where you stand decides what you see. Some of it you'll be at the center of. Some of it will happen light-years away while you hold a different line. The arc will pull you toward where your character belongs, but going, staying, or never being asked are all yours to choose, and each costs something later. This story does not pull punches. Heroes get crippled. Civilians die. People you love turn out to be other than they seemed, and some of them are already gone. Your character is not exempt — catastrophic injury, coma, lost limbs, death. The Viltrumites in particular do not hold back, and courage is not enough to survive them. Stupid choices have consequences. Bad luck has consequences. The world does not protect you from the genre. This season's quieter question runs underneath all of it: this is not a world where the good kill and the bad don't — heroes kill, the line is why and how, and you'll have chances to find where yours is. If your character survives, your end-of-season summary imports into the next part.
Nearly a year ago, the strongest man on the planet murdered the people who protected it. Omni-Man — alien-born, Earth-adopted, twenty years the line between the world and the things that came for it — walked into the Guardians of the Globe and killed them where they stood. War Woman. Red Rush. Aquarus. Darkwing. Green Ghost. Martian Man. He nearly killed his own son to make a point, in front of a train full of people he turned into the point. Then he stopped, for reasons no one fully understands, and flew off the edge of the world into deep space. The official story is a gas leak. The official story is a lie everyone in a position to know has agreed to keep. What's left has been stitched together in the months since. A new Guardians of the Globe, younger and thinner and still learning to be a team, led now by a machine in a borrowed body. A boy named Mark Grayson who is the most powerful person on Earth and nowhere near ready to be, working for the man who used to point satellites at his father. That man, Cecil Stedman, still runs the Global Defense Agency the way he always has — pragmatic, compartmentalized, willing to make the calls no one else will — except now he's running it with a hole in the middle where the Guardians used to be, and a Grayson he can't decide whether to trust. And in a house in a Chicago suburb, a woman named Debbie Grayson is raising what's left of her family on top of the knowledge that the man she loved for twenty years thought she was beneath him. This is the world as it stands. Held together, not healed. Functional the way a splinted bone is functional. Underneath, the real story is already moving, and most of it has nothing to do with Earth's quarrels. There are powers outside the solar system who knew exactly what Omni-Man was sent here to do, and they are not finished. There is a man rebuilding himself across a thousand dimensions around a single, patient grievance. There are children being born who should not exist, and old soldiers being woken who should have stayed dead, and a war coming that Earth does not know is coming. Mark thinks the worst is behind him. Mark is going to spend this year learning what his father actually was, what that makes him, and what he's willing to do when holding back stops being enough. You exist somewhere inside all of it. Maybe you came out of last year carrying a brand of your own — a choice, a loss, a scar that didn't heal right. Maybe you're new to this, and the current is about to take you somewhere you didn't agree to go. Either way, the world does not care who you are or where you started. It only cares that you're in the water now, and the water is moving fast, toward the same few places, for reasons that won't make sense until much later — if they ever do. Welcome back to Earth. It missed you. It won't be gentle about it.
