Premise: A Hollywood Producer decided to manufacture a super hero team and create a "reality" TV series called "______ needs Heroes!" based on their exploits.
Wow this is depressingly brilliant. Just in time for me to have suffered another PbP flakeout. *sigh*
But I think the thing that sells it the most, is if super powers were actually as common as they seem in DC and Marvel, I could totally see someone pitching this.
Real Heroes: Seattle
This is the true story... of seven strangers... picked to live in a house...work together and have their lives taped... to find out what happens... when people stop being people... and start being heroes... Real Heroes!
I can even imagine the dramatic plot twists.
[sblock=spoilers if I'm psychic]The heroes are recruited to train together to form a new superhero team that will eventually be deployed in L.A. at the end of the season. But *gasp*, during the second episode, villains (secretly hired by the network) invade the town, forcing them to work together right now!
Then right before the mid-season break, there's a shocking revelation where one of the housemates turns out to be in league with the villains.
Then things start to go wrong. Somebody dies in one of the staged confrontations (hero or bystander), and the pretend villains-for-hire become villains-for-real, breaking out from studio control now that they're in real danger of being caught and punished for murder.
Of course, the turn-coat never was a villain, he was just some poor schlub hired by the studio to be the plot twist. He tries to re-align himself with the heroes, but can't break free from the villains without placing himself in danger.
Over the season, the team bonds, works out their issues, and eventually captures the villain team. Only to discover. . . .
The turn-coat was the Evil Mastermind all along, playing the network, heroes and villains against each other in a convoluted, diabolical plot that has now reached it's fruition!!!!
Season Finale.[/sblock]
"Hey! Who ate my cheezy-puffs?"
"I don't know, probably Agent Orange. Hides the evidence you know?"
"Hey, don't be hating on me for the color of my skin!"
"Orange is not a race, you're a freak. Don't go all NAAOP on me!"
"Dammit, Michael, move your head. I can't see the TV!"
"Hey! Don't yell at me, I'm the Ten-Foot Pole, it's my job to be tall."
"Well go be tall elsewhere. Why aren't you at your girlfriend's house, anyways?"
". . . we broke up."
"Oh, Michael. I'm sorry, what happened?"
"It turns out she wasn't just a mild mannered coffee girl. She was actually my nemesis The Barista Bandita."
. That's what I call it...
