Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[NiteMare Shape]

Forsaken
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Forsaken stands in the shadows of the large oak tree that stands in the middle of the yard. He looks toward the small white house that he once viewed as a second home. The home of the one person in the entire world who understood him, the woman that he had intended to marry, Rebecca. However, it seems as if a lifetime has passed since he last gazed upon this particular house. And in a way, it has been. While only nine months have passed, the man that he once was is dead. In his place stands this monster, this thing that thinks nothing of taking someone's life, and almost to his horror, rather enjoys it.
As he stands silently watching over the house, he thinks back to the way that things were before the day he was taken away by The Coven. Or rather, he tried to think back to those times. Over the last several weeks he has found that he is finding it harder to remember his life prior to his confinement at the hands of The Coven. He doesn't know if this loss of his identity is by design, or a symptom of another problem, though he doesn't much care. The only constant in the few memories that remain aside from the pain and torment that he suffered at the hands of The Coven, is the love that he had felt for his Rebecca.


Before long he feels himself moving forward, out of the safety of the shadows provided by the large oak, and out into the clear night, moving closer and closer to the house. As he arrives at the back door, he feels the sudden urge to burst through the door and into the house. He instead begins to knock on the door, which he finds almost comical. He hears someone coming to the door and a thousand thoughts go through his mind, jumbling all together. Finally the door opens, and there she is standing in front of him, his beloved Rebecca.


"Can I hel-" she trails off as the sight in front of her registers in her brain. Her eyes go wide and she gives cries out as the monster in front of her begins moving toward her.


"Rebecca, don't." He says softly to her.


Although the voice is distorted, she recognizes it as someone that she had thought died months ago.


"Matty? Is that you?" She asks and then stands there in a stunned silence as he responds.


"Not anymore Rebecca, look what they did to me. They turned me into...THIS."


"Who did this Matt? Who did this to you?"


"It doesn't matter."


"Yes it does, they did this to you, they can fix it."


"No, this is what I am now, nobody can fix it."


"Well, get into the car, we'll go to the hospital. Maybe they can help you."


"You don't understand. There is nothing that anyone can do for me now, this is what I am and nothing can change that."


"But Matt?-" She was cut off


"I am no longer Matthew Copeland, he is dead. I am now Forsaken, this is what I am." He goes on, in a cold, calm tone.


"You see Rebecca, I have done some terrible things. I have killed many times over, and I have relished it. You don't know the power that you feel when you take someone's life with your own hand. It is liberating. It is a feeling that I have come to enjoy. Rebecca, I am no longer a man, I have been given great gifts. I have powers that makes me more. More than a man, more than one of these mere 'superhumans' that have been overpopulating this earth as of late. I have transcended...I am something else entirely. I am the thing that these 'superhumans' will fear. He pauses for a moment.


"There is only one problem, and that is you. For months I have committed atrocities against mankind. While I was locked away, I learned to hone my skills. My practice subjects were the first victims to suffer at my hands, I beat them...I tortured them...I made them beg me to die. When I finally escaped my confinement I continued to hone my skills against those who locked me away. Man after man, woman after woman, they all fell. And for the most part I enjoyed it. I knew that I was superior. But there was something....Something in the back of my mind yelling at me, screaming at me to stop. It was you, Rebecca. The memories of my past life, my memories of you and the way that you made me feel. It was then that I realized that it wasn't our genetic make-up that makes us human, it is our feelings, our passions...our love. It is you Rebecca, that makes me human. It is you that gives me conscience...it is you, Rebecca, it is you that makes me weak."


With that Forsaken reaches out and grabs Rebecca by the throat and forces her to him. He holds her several feet off the ground as he chokes the life out of her, his grip so tight that she can't even cough. He holds her up so that his eyes are the last things that she sees before she dies.


"That's enough son, your little adventure is over."


Forsaken tosses Rebecca's lifeless body aside as he gazes upon a man who is a stranger to him, but somehow is very familiar.

 

[Saved]

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Gang Wars Part XI

District: Blitzen

City: Cellville

Location: Police Department

FBI Agent John Stevens sits with Police Chief Conner O’Brien at a large desk, discussing the current crime, and the new threats ahead.

“Well.” John starts. “I hear Rudolph Pinlen is loose. How’d he manage to escape?”

“Pulse bailed him out.” John scoffs.

“Pulse is a criminal and vigilante! He’s no hired hand.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Pulse nearly died beating the hell out of Pinlen! You think he would let him escape?”

“Well, when you put it like that. No.”

“He was probably there to kill him. Now he’s most likely pissed as hell your men let him escape.”

“Well, look. Aside from Pinlen being a loose merc again. I’m sure he’ll only be after Pulse. That makes our job that much easier by eliminating two potential threats.”

“That’s true.”

“Now, on to the guy who attacked you. Did he say his name?”

”Yeah, Sear or something.”

“Well, we know he won’t hesitate to attack police.”

“That’s for sure.” John derides.

“Ok. In a few minutes, I will have the police units and SWAT teams cover the streets. If he’s working with the gangs, he obviously is protecting their dealers. If he sees a police car, he’ll attack it, and we’ll have his location pinpointed.”

“Ah, and then we can apprehend him within minutes.”

”Exactly.”

“Excellent. Now, I understand the Reds have a base by the docks.” O’Brien looks at John funny for a moment, and then changes the subject.

“So, our units can sweep this part of Blitzen, and then-“

“Hey, Conner. Why did you change the subject? If we go after the Reds on their turf, we can beat them.” O’Brien sighs. And gets up from the table toward the door.

“You’re new here, so I’ll be nice. No one touches the gangs on their turf. We take them on ours.”

“But that’s ridiculous! Civilians die when its in the city!”

“Casualties of war. Now, I’ll be back here in a few minutes. I’m going to get the midnight patrol ready.”

Police chief O’Brien walks out of the room, and John sits speechless at the desk. He looks through the files sitting on the table, and then sits back in his chair.

“My God. They corrupted the whole damn city.” He sighs.

District: Blitzen

City: Cellvile

Location: Warehouse 23

Outside the Warehouse, three unmarked vans pull up. Crosshair stands on top of the warehouse, fully clothed in his gear. He watches as men in yellow clothes carry crates out of the back of the vans, and bring them to the front of the warehouse, where gang members carry the crates safely inside. Crosshair takes his two way radio off his belt, and talks into it.

“Alright Rockfist. The crates are coming in as planned. No problems so far.” He puts the radio back on his belt, and folds his arms. “Ha. This’ll be a good night.”

Beneath him, as the drug runners rush to empty all of the crates from their vehicles, something lurks in the shadows. One block away, ten cars drive toward the warehouse.

“Oh, come on Treads. Driving over there in cars to take them out? How cliché.”

“How else are we going to ambush them, Sear?”

“Some other way than this.”

“Ok, we’re pulling up to the street.” Treads picks up his cell phone, and begins to dial. “Hey, Pete. Tell the others to load their guns. When we stop, we get out and start shooting. Got that? Good.” Sear stares at Treadlin sitting in the front seat.

“Why does this remind me of some really bad gang movie? And why the hell am I in the back seat?”

“Look, you may be some class A bounty hunter, but down here in Blitzen, this is how we do things. There hasn’t been a an all out assault like this in months. Tonight, we strike them at their weakest, winner take all. Now if we have to drive ten cars here to do it, then we’ll do it. Chances like this don’t come all the time, man.”


“Fine. If their getting in a shipment, doesn’t that mean those um…drug runner guys will be there?”

“Yeah.”

“Well aren’t you guys forbidden from shooting them?” Sear asks.

“Ha.” Treadlin smiles. “Lets just hope they stay out of the crossfire.”

Their cars pull up to the street, and come to a stop. Crosshair looks at the cars, and becomes suspicious. He wonders why ten cars would be parking in a street at eleven o’clock. The drug runners stop for a minute, and stare at the cars. They don’t give it another thought, and continue unloading their shipment. Crosshair gives the cars another look, and picks up his radio again.

“Hey, Rockfist? You expecting company tonight?”

---A few blocks off.---

Pulse patrols the night. He leaps from building to building, launching back into the sky every time he comes back to land. Soon, his body becomes tired, and he lands on a building’s roof. He leans back, and sits on the ledge of the roof.

“Man. What a rough week. John gets beat up by some guy, he almost finds out my identity. I get fired from my job, and now I got the paparazzi out for a quick shot. This is really pissing me off. I don’t think I should take this anymore. I started this to protect people. It seems to only be causing me grief. But, I had to expect this was going to happen. At least being Pulse allows me to vent. I just wonder how long it will take until this place reaches it’s boiling point and explodes.”

Suddenly, Pulse hears gunfire in the distance.

“What the hell? Better go check it out.”

Pulse gets to his feet, and launches himself back off into the night sky.

 

[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 26​

I'm just starting to see little birdies when my torment continues. I look up and see the dinosaur trying to stomp on me. I roll to the left and avoid his first stomp, but in doing so, I roll right into his other stomp. He begins to crush me, but I grab his heel and lift his foot off me.​

"Listen, buddy, you're the last thing I need to deal with right now."​

I can't help but wonder how the Blue Blur is doing when...​

"Hey, bug looking dude. How's it going on your side?"

"Little old me?" I respond as nonchalantly as I can, "Never been better." I push upward with my arms - the creature's leg still in hand - and I flip the monster.

"Need help? I've got about five seconds."

The creature starts to pull himself to his feet.

"Make that two."

"Hurm...how about we switch dance partners for a little while. I hate to sound weird, but I've always had a thing for the girls who are big, scaly, and smell like my tights after a tip to Taco Bell."

The bug guy leaps through the air while I zip over to the dinosaur guy who's just getting up on his feet.

"Howdy there, care to fight, and or possibly knock me out?"

He swings at me and I duck his massive arm with ease.

"I'll take that as a maybe."

 

[Spike_x1]

"I want you to suffer, actually," the thing replied as a mouth formed on its head. "Unlike Lyle, who's all about the mission, although he's no boyscout, I admittedly take a lot of sick pleasure in my work, and I don't mind deviating from orders a tad here and there." Extending his neck, Psycho's head snaked downward, coming nose to nose with the bloody Survivor. "You set the standard in Reaper's eyes, unfortunately. And no matter how much ass I kick, that hooded moron won't accept that I'm your better."

Passed the echoing tinny noise of Psycho's voice, Alex could hear the heavy engine of a helicopter quickly approaching. Even if they weren't totally on his side, Survivor could definitely use some sort of backup.

The front of Psycho's face melted away and reformed on what was the back of his head a moment before. His gleaming eyes caught sight of the chopper only an instant before a spray of bullets hammered into his body, tearing holes in his liquid form. Under his mask, relief washed over the Survivor's face as the villain was forced back and the spikes through his shoulders melted away and slipped out of his wounds, only to follow Psycho to regroup with the rest of the body. Bullets continued to pound away at the fast retreating puddle that Psycho had become, not allowing him a moment's notice to reform and solidify himself.

The Survivor took a breath and got to his feet. Wha-? They're not attacking me? Looking at the helicopter, he grunted as the skin around his mended shoulders seemed to swallow the wound as if it were never really there, and then the dark gray costume followed suit, knitting itself back into prime condition. He didn't want to admit it, but his healing seemed to be slowing down slightly. Alex didn't know exactly how much punishment his body could take; for all he knew, it could be infinite, but this Psycho nut had sure put a beating on him, and if he had continued the assault, the Survivor's healing factor might not have been enough to cope with the damage.

Alex ran his hand over where his wounds had just been, remembering the pain of Psycho's razor shards twisting inside, alive and like drills.

"Freeze! Put your hands above your head!"

Taken out of his memory, the Survivor turned around to see a SWAT team with an arsenal trained on him. Not again. Alex could feel the tension in the air as he let his cape drape around him. "Morons," he sighed as he leapt backward, flipping around in midair and running along a wall in the direction that Psycho had retreated to. Shots rang out behind him, but none found their mark.

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Hours later, the Survivor was still patrolling the alleyways and rooftops for any sign of Psycho. It seemed like both of them had successfully ditched the police thankfully. Now it was just a matter of gathering some resources and tracking down whoever had sent Lyle and Psycho after him. Whoever - or whatever - this Reaper jerk is, he certainly had a lot to answer for.

 

[Eddie Brock]

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"Hurm...how about we switch dance partners for a little while. I hate to sound weird, but I've always had a thing for the girls who are big, scaly, and smell like my tights after a tip to Taco Bell."

The bug guy leaps through the air while I zip over to the dinosaur guy who's just getting up on his feet.

"Howdy there, care to fight, and or possibly knock me out?"

He swings at me and I duck his massive arm with ease.

"I'll take that as a maybe."

Season I, Part 27

I'm still baffled by the fact that I'm fighting yet another classmate.

"Miles, please fill me in here," I state while dodging a punch - which is very hard to do when the punch is super-fast, I'll have you know. "How did you get from car accident to fighting superheroes at the mall?"

Miles smirks. "I guess the speed of the car, combined with the nature of the crash, gave me this amazing speed..." He does a spinning kick to my jaw, and I feel like my head is going to rotate all the way around. "I saw that Blue Blur was in town, and I decided, what the Hell? I'm up for a fight!"

His story is getting more ******ed by the second. "You just randomly come and fight two superheroes - who are trying to save lives? What is your problem?!"

"Blurry is the only opponent worthy of fighting me," Miles snaps. "Only with him do I face a TRUE challenge...now get out of my way!"

Miles head-butts me at superspeed, and I go crashing into Macy's.

I tell you what...some people have serious issues...


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[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 27​

I'm still baffled by the fact that I'm fighting yet another classmate.​

"Miles, please fill me in here," I state while dodging a punch - which is very hard to do when the punch is super-fast, I'll have you know. "How did you get from car accident to fighting superheroes at the mall?"​

Miles smirks. "I guess the speed of the car, combined with the nature of the crash, gave me this amazing speed..." He does a spinning kick to my jaw, and I feel like my head is going to rotate all the way around. "I saw that Blue Blur was in town, and I decided, what the Hell? I'm up for a fight!"​

His story is getting more ******ed by the second. "You just randomly come and fight two superheroes - who are trying to save lives? What is your problem?!"​

"Blurry is the only opponent worthy of fighting me," Miles snaps. "Only with him do I face a TRUE challenge...now get out of my way!"​

Miles head-butts me at superspeed, and I go crashing into Macy's.​

I tell you what...some people have serious issues...​

I'm steadily dodging the dino man's attacks, when I hear a crash and see the young green guy laying on the floor.

"Alright, That's it!"

I put the pedal to the floor, hitting this Miles guy at over 2,000 MPH. I hold on to him and pick up speed, blasting out the mall and leaving Brady all together.

"What're you doing!!"

I'm still picking up speed, I can feel my body start to ache as I hit my limit.

"What am I doing? I'm doing this!"

I hit the brakes and let the Miles kid go. I'm slowly stopping while he still moves through the air at around Mach 5.

"AHHHH!!"

He's still in the air when he crashes through the car's windshield. It stops him on impact, but unfortunatly for him, it's a cop car.

"There, that's done. Now..."

I turn back and speed off as fast as I can back to Brady.

"Where were we?"

I come to a stop at what's left of Macy's. The green guy is slowly getting up as we both turn at the sound of a massive roar.

"Forgot about him for a second."

The T-Rex man roars and starts to charge us. His massive legs creating craters whith his foot fall.

"Call me crazy, but....I think we should move sometime soon."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Dylan is finishing the closing arguments on the DeLoach mob case in his office when news-paper reporter Henry Lyles comes into his office unannounced.

Brenda is trailing him saying, "You can't go in there right now."

Lyles replies, "I have to see Mr. Chambers."

Dylan looks at Brenda and just nods saying, "It's okay Brenda Mr. Lyles is working on a project for me at the paper. Please hold all my calls."

She nods and leaves.

Dylan says, "I get more people barging in here than anyone has right to have. Need to talk to security about that. Or get Brenda a stun-gun. What can I do for you Mr. Lyles?"

He says, "Well you told me to keep an eye on unusual occurances in the city. I think I found something in our midst."

He hands Dylan a packet and Dylan begins to scan through it.

Dylan says, "What exactly am I looking at Mr. Lyles?"

Lyles replies, "Well this guy...he has no real identity but look here." He shows Dylan a folder and says, "I got these copies from a friend at the Passport office. This guy named Alex has all these passports under different last names...and yet the signatures have minor variations yet not minor enough to be from a different person."

Dylan nods and Lyles says, "I did everything I could to find out what I could about this guy and yet I kept getting stone-walled by the Government in offical channels. In unoffical channels though I called in some favors. This guy has some amazing powers. Now we're getting unconfirmed reports of a guy who can do a lot of the things that this guy can do."

Dylan smiles and says, "Good work Mr. Lyles. Excellent in fact. I would invite you for a drink, but I am due back in court in the next couple of hours."

Lyles stands up and Dylan puts his hand on his shoulder and says, "You will give Brenda a list of your Government sources. You will now end your involvement with this Alex character and move onto another story."

Lyles says, "You got it Dylan."

Dylan says, "Mr. Chambers and don't worry I won't forget our deal. You divorce settlement is in good hands. Be here tomorrow at 9am."

Lyles leaves and Dylan begins scanning the foles.

Finally a challenge...now to draw this Alex being out into the open.

 

[Spike_x1]

"That'll be five hundred up front. Cash." It had been several days after the Psycho ordeal, and the Survivor now stood in the dark "office" of a woman who had been referred to him by a lowlife at the Haven docks. His costume was hidden underneath of his now somewhat respectable clothing. He now wore dark blue jeans and a red long-sleeved T-shirt. Stealing another nameless criminal's wallet earlier, Alex had used the small amount of money within to have a day at the races. Expertly judging the weight of the jockeys and the physical stats of the horses, he had turned a measly thirty dollars into considerably more by the end of the day.

And now he was in the basement of a woman covered in tattoos and likely suffering from lung cancer, judging by the sheer volume of cigarettes that were piled around. She was supposed to be the best forger of documents in Lost Haven on a short notice. Along with a large wad of cash, Alex handed the lady all of the materials she'd need to forge him a few new identities. "Make it good," was all he said when their hands met.

The woman with ink almost pouring out of her skin and piercings hanging annoyingly from her face seemed to understand the look of calm importance in her new client's eyes and simply nodded. "It will be," she managed to say.

"I'll be back for the documents tomorrow." With that, the Survivor turned and made his way out of the basement apartment. Stepping outside, he inhaled the warm air of the afternoon and headed to the mall. Hopefully he'd find something tasty at their foodcourt.

 

[Eddie Brock]

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I'm steadily dodging the dino man's attacks, when I hear a crash and see the young green guy laying on the floor.

"Alright, That's it!"

I put the pedal to the floor, hitting this Miles guy at over 2,000 MPH. I hold on to him and pick up speed, blasting out the mall and leaving Brady all together.

"What're you doing!!"

I'm still picking up speed, I can feel my body start to ache as I hit my limit.

"What am I doing? I'm doing this!"

I hit the brakes and let the Miles kid go. I'm slowly stopping while he still moves through the air at around Mach 5.

"AHHHH!!"

He's still in the air when he crashes through the car's windshield. It stops him on impact, but unfortunatly for him, it's a cop car.

"There, that's done. Now..."

I turn back and speed off as fast as I can back to Brady.

"Where were we?"

I come to a stop at what's left of Macy's. The green guy is slowly getting up as we both turn at the sound of a massive roar.

"Forgot about him for a second."

The T-Rex man roars and starts to charge us. His massive legs creating craters whith his foot fall.

"Call me crazy, but....I think we should move sometime soon."

Season I, Part 28

"Agreed!" I respond swiftly. Blur speeds out of the way, and I launch straight into the air.

Oh no...

I realize that I didn't jump as high as I wanted, and on my way down, I land on the monster's back.

"Um...Blur, you got any plans?" I shout as the monster starts to flail about, trying to throw me off. "Because I'm not much of a bull-rider!"
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[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 28​

"Agreed!" I respond swiftly. Blur speeds out of the way, and I launch straight into the air.​

Oh no...​

I realize that I didn't jump as high as I wanted, and on my way down, I land on the monster's back.​

"Um...Blur, you got any plans?" I shout as the monster starts to flail about, trying to throw me off. "Because I'm not much of a bull-rider!"​

"Tell me, my young friend..ever watch much Star Wars?"

He doesn't answer, I guess he's a little bit preoccupied. I dash down the mall towards a sporting good store.

"Come on....come on...AH-HA!"

I hold the harpoon gun over my head triumphantly. I speed back down towards the dino man and my young friend.

"I'll get you down in a minute."

I shoot the harpoon into the dinosaur's leg and take the rope. Speeding around his legs and wrapping the rope tight.

"Hold on!"

"I'll try!"

The dinosaur starts to loose his balance and falls. The young guy flys off and is about to land on the hard floor, when I zip over to him and catch him.

"Do. Or do not....there is no 'try', Young Padiwan."

 

[Eddie Brock]

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"Tell me, my young friend..ever watch much Star Wars?"

He doesn't answer, I guess he's a little bit preoccupied. I dash down the mall towards a sporting good store.

"Come on....come on...AH-HA!"

I hold the harpoon gun over my head triumphantly. I speed back down towards the dino man and my young friend.

"I'll get you down in a minute."

I shoot the harpoon into the dinosaur's leg and take the rope. Speeding around his legs and wrapping the rope tight.

"Hold on!"

"I'll try!"

The dinosaur starts to loose his balance and falls. The young guy flys off and is about to land on the hard floor, when I zip over to him and catch him.

"Do. Or do not....there is no 'try', Young Padiwan."

Season I, Part 29

"I guess I should be glad that you're not a Trekkie," I respond while placing my feet back on the ground.

I turn to the creature. He's semi-conscious.

"Think that'll keep him down for a little while?" I ask. I'm pretty tired, and not looking forward to fighting anything else until I can get some rest.


"Anyway, while we have a moment," I start, "I'm Mantis." I extend my hand.
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[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 29​

"I guess I should be glad that you're not a Trekkie," I respond while placing my feet back on the ground.​

I turn to the creature. He's semi-conscious.​

"Think that'll keep him down for a little while?" I ask. I'm pretty tired, and not looking forward to fighting anything else until I can get some rest.​

"Anyway, while we have a moment," I start, "I'm Mantis." I extend my hand.​

I shake his hand and smile.

"Mantis, huh? Well, welcome to the superhero game, Grasshoppa."

Just then, the dinosaur starts to stir.

"Dammit, dammit, and dammit. How the hell can we beat this guy?...Oh, by the way. This is a pretty cool mall, I mean. I actually found a harpoon gun...a harpoon gun!"

That's when a thought hits me.

"Say...this mall wouldn't happen to have a Baskin-Robbins? I'm betting this guy is cold blooded and if he is...well, you're a bright lad. Put two and two together."

 

[Eddie Brock]

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I shake his hand and smile.

"Mantis, huh? Well, welcome to the superhero game, Grasshoppa."

Just then, the dinosaur starts to stir.

"Dammit, dammit, and dammit. How the hell can we beat this guy?...Oh, by the way. This is a pretty cool mall, I mean. I actually found a harpoon gun...a harpoon gun!"

That's when a thought hits me.

"Say...this mall wouldn't happen to have a Baskin-Robbins? I'm betting this guy is cold blooded and if he is...well, you're a bright lad. Put two and two together."

Season I, Part 30

Cold-blooded, eh?

I try and think about what's in the mall food court.

"No...no Baskin-Robbins," I respond after a moment. I continue to think.

"Wait...we have an A&W. They serve rootbeer floats and milkshakes...which probably means they have an ice cream machine!"

I look around. All the fighting has made me lose my bearings for a moment.

"I'm pretty sure the food court is this way!"

And I take off down the hallway, hoping desperately that I'm right.
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[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 30​

Cold-blooded, eh?​

I try and think about what's in the mall food court.​

"No...no Baskin-Robbins," I respond after a moment. I continue to think.​

"Wait...we have an A&W. They serve rootbeer floats and milkshakes...which probably means they have an ice cream machine!"​

I look around. All the fighting has made me lose my bearings for a moment.​

"I'm pretty sure the food court is this way!"​

And I take off down the hallway, hoping desperately that I'm right.​

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I follow close behind Mantis, I let him lead me to A&W.

"Alright. Let's see."

The both of us go inside the store and look around.

"Here."

He points towards a larger machine that makes the ice cream. Just in time for the both of us to hear a roar echo through the mall.

"Damn..."

I zup over towards the ice cream machine and start to take it apart at superspeed. I remove a small cannister from the bottom of the machine.

"Holy ****. I was actually right. It's liquid Nitrogen. This should slow big boy's pace to a-"

Before I can finish, the monster crashes through A&W and barrles into me. Trapping me on the wall and sending the cannister of liquid Nitrogen in the air.

"Mantis, catch! Give that bastard a full dose."

 

[Eddie Brock]

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I follow close behind Mantis, I let him lead me to A&W.

"Alright. Let's see."

The both of us go inside the store and look around.

"Here."

He points towards a larger machine that makes the ice cream. Just in time for the both of us to hear a roar echo through the mall.

"Damn..."

I zup over towards the ice cream machine and start to take it apart at superspeed. I remove a small cannister from the bottom of the machine.

"Holy ****. I was actually right. It's liquid Nitrogen. This should slow big boy's pace to a-"

Before I can finish, the monster crashes through A&W and barrles into me. Trapping me on the wall and sending the cannister of liquid Nitrogen in the air.

"Mantis, catch! Give that bastard a full dose."

Season I, Part 31

I catch the cannister. Then, I mockingly put a hand over my mouth.

"Well, I'll be...the Blue Blur talking like a sailor!" I joke. "Lord, protect my virgin ears!"

"THE CANNISTER!" he yells.

I look down at it. "Oh. Right."

SHHNK!

I puncture the cannister with my free hand, and I hold the cannister in front of the dinosaur's face. The creature screams wildly, and I jam the cannister on his fangs.

"My, what large teeth you have, Grandma!"

I leap down and watch as the creature flails about, with the cannister stuck on his bottom jaw.

"This is actually pretty entertaining," I say to the Blue Blur.
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[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 31​

I catch the cannister. Then, I mockingly put a hand over my mouth.​

"Well, I'll be...the Blue Blur talking like a sailor!" I joke. "Lord, protect my virgin ears!"​

"THE CANNISTER!" he yells.​

I look down at it. "Oh. Right."​

SHHNK!​

I puncture the cannister with my free hand, and I hold the cannister in front of the dinosaur's face. The creature screams wildly, and I jam the cannister on his fangs.​

"My, what large teeth you have, Grandma!"​

I leap down and watch as the creature flails about, with the cannister stuck on his bottom jaw.​

"This is actually pretty entertaining," I say to the Blue Blur.​

The dinosaur man starts to slow down, his body slowly freezing from the inside out. Finally, he falls on the ground and stops.

"Well, that's the end of that."

Off in the distance, I can hear police cars.

"Oh great, now they show up. Damn, your cops are slow. Anyway, you might want to scram. I'm legally deputized and I don't know if the police are too chummy with you."

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

The dinosaur man starts to slow down, his body slowly freezing from the inside out. Finally, he falls on the ground and stops.

"Well, that's the end of that."

Off in the distance, I can hear police cars.

"Oh great, now they show up. Damn, your cops are slow. Anyway, you might want to scram. I'm legally deputized and I don't know if the police are too chummy with you."

Season I, Part 32

I shrug. "Even if they aren't...what are they possibly going to do?"

I perform a couple of aerobatic moves before adding "Shoot their little toy guns at me? I just...well, WE just took down a prehistoric animal."

I do a backflip and stick to the wall, still facing Blurry.

"If they can stop that, then by all means!" I look up at the skylight.

He's right though...I better go anyway...

"Well, in any case, I don't tend to stick around anyway," I explain. "Have fun explaining this to them, buddy...'cause I know I sure as Hell don't know what just happened."
​

 

[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 32​

I shrug. "Even if they aren't...what are they possibly going to do?"​

I perform a couple of aerobatic moves before adding "Shoot their little toy guns at me? I just...well, WE just took down a prehistoric animal."​

I do a backflip and stick to the wall, still facing Blurry.​

"If they can stop that, then by all means!" I look up at the skylight.​

He's right though...I better go anyway...​

"Well, in any case, I don't tend to stick around anyway," I explain. "Have fun explaining this to them, buddy...'cause I know I sure as Hell don't know what just happened."​

"Eh, you know what, kid? I have to leave too. I was about to do the horizontal bop with my lady before all this came up, so I got to get back to Chi-Town ASAP. If anyone ask, Mantis took them down."

I turn to leave, I look back at him and smile.

"If you ever need any help...don't be afraid to look me up. It's not that hard, just look for me in the phone book, or flash a Blue Blur signal if you're desperate."

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

"Eh, you know what, kid? I have to leave too. I was about to do the horizontal bop with my lady before all this came up, so I got to get back to Chi-Town ASAP. If anyone ask, Mantis took them down."

I turn to leave, I look back at him and smile.

"If you ever need any help...don't be afraid to look me up. It's not that hard, just look for me in the phone book, or flash a Blue Blur signal if you're desperate."

Season I, Part 33

I nod and let myself out through the skylight.

"Up there!" I hear someone - presumably a cop - yell. The crowd 'ooh's and 'ahh's as I leap into the air above them all.

As I'm airborne, I see a streak of blue taking off into the horizon. Underneath my mask, I smile.

It's comforting to know that the forces of good are not alone in the fight against evil.

And suddenly my feelings of loneliness are replaced with a shimmer of hope. If people like Blurry can do it...so can I.

"YAHOOOOOOO!"
​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 34

I sat in my bedroom, eyes locked on the TV.

"And we're back," the newscaster announces. "Let's take a look at the results for today's public poll!" A display comes up with a picture of Mantis. "It looks like 78% believe that Mantis is more HELPFUL than RECKLESS."

I smile. 78% of the public has faith in me. I can work with that.

"Now, it's my job to be objective, so I cannot tell you how I feel about the matter," the newscaster goes on, "But I have a special guest - with an important announcement - who may shed light on the authority's view of our resident superhero." This should be interesting. "Ladies and gentlemen, Sergeant Bryan Hampton."

Sergeant Hampton nods to the camera. He looks young, considerably, but caring. "Thank you, Al."

"So tell us, Sergeant," the newscaster - Al - goes on, "How DOES the police view Mantis?"

Sergeant Hampton thinks for a moment before responding, "Generally? We think he's here to help." Yes! If I need anyone's trust, it's the police's! "Granted, we do not condone vigilantism, but Mantis doesn't really take the law into his own hands. Instead, he helps us capture criminals, and then he lets US decide the punishment."

The newscaster leans in. "So you wouldn't classify Mantis as a 'vigilante'?"

"Absolutely not."

"I see," the newscaster replies while leaning back in his chair. "What about the other superhumans? You can't deny that Mantis' presence seems to...attract others."

"Well, that's why I'm here," Sergeant Hampton explains. "Starting next week, we - the police - are going to open a new branch designed specifically for superhuman activity."

"Really?"

"Yes. We call it the SDS - the Superhuman Detainment Squad," Sergeant Hampton explains calmly.

"Tell me, what are the duties of this SDS? And what makes them different from normal police officers?"

"Well, for one, SDS officers will be much more heavily armed. There will also be a more rigorous training program to become an SDS officer. The SDS will be called to investigate any superhuman activity - whether it involves people like Mantis or superhuman criminals," Sergeant Hampton continues.

"And just where is the funding money coming from?" the newscaster asks.

Sergeant Hampton explains, "We receive a generous funding donation from Milton Enterprises. We will spend this money to research new types of equipment, specifically designed to safely detain a superhuman - regardless of their individual abilities."

"You said that the police is fine with Mantis. When the SDS is launched, will they try and detain Mantis?" the newscaster asks eagerly. I perk up in my seat.

"Absolutely not. But the thing is, we could if we wanted to - that's the beauty of this branch. Before, we had to rely on superhumans taking one another down. The police could rarely do anything to stop a superhuman. But now, we will have the manpower and equipment to get involved," Sergeant Hampton explains, "And what's more is that we're working on building a special SDS HQ, with a maximum security prison designed for superhumans. Most superhumans possess the strength to escape from a normal prison. But if we build this HQ, that will no longer be a factor."

"How long until the SDS has this HQ, and do you think your branch will spread?"

"Well, Milton Enterprises has offered to fund most of our projects, so we should be able to build our resources quite quickly," Sergeant Hampton answers, "And we do believe that in the next 5-10 years, every major city will have an SDS division."

I shut off the TV. I feel slightly relieved. Finally, the police can handle some of the work. It's no longer JUST up to me. And more importantly, they trust me.

This superhero thing might not be so bad after all...
​

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Dylan continues to study the information about "Alex" and realizes that there is something he might be able to do.

It seems as though there is one being he enjoys chasing after...if I can use that person, or someone dressed as him to draw him out...then maybe I have a chance. A chance to look at him more carefully and study him. To test him...oh this is getting good.

He continues studying the file and notices something else

There is one police officer who seems to have a keen interest in Alex...she might be the key to all of this...easier to get to her than this other person he likes to chase.

He fixes himself a drink.

The possbilities of having a superhero under my command...I thought having the Senator under my command was something to be proud of.

He dials a phone-number and says, "Barb, this is Mr. Chambers I need that favor you owe...tell me something do you enjoy playing dress-up and play acting....excellent then I have a job for you"

 

[Byrd Man]

Well, well, well. You're back, huh? I guess my story isn't so bad. I got you to keep on reading, but then again, who are you really? Anyway, let me get into the story before I get too far off topic.

***********

​

It's been a few days since my run in with that Mantis kid. It made the national news, should give him some good PR. Meanwhile, People Magazine came to my house to take pictures and see how a "super hero" lives. I'm on patrol on the northside when the call comes in.

"Calling all cars, we have a 487 at 330 West Tate Street. All units be advised, subject is listed as a class two Meta."

I take a corner and head south towards 330 West Tate. The place that occupies that little peice of space just happens to be Chicago's branch of the US Mint, someone's trying to get money fresh off the printing press and I got to stop that.


I hit the brakes outside the fed and come to a stop just in time to hear what sounds like the world's best voice. No, it's the most angelic voice of all time. If I heard God, he would sound like this.
​

"They say the best things in life are free
But you can tell me 'bout the birds and bees.
Now gimme money, that's what I want
That's what I want, that's what I want
That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh,
That's what I want."


I take a step towards the door, but my mind feels clouded and I hear a little voice inside my head.

Go to sleep, Blur. I won't be here long. Just lay down on the pavement and take a tiny nap.

"Money don't get everything it's true.
What it don't get I can't use.
So gimme money, that's what I want
A little money, that's what I want
That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh,
That's what I want."

My hand pushes the front door of the fed open just as my knees buckle and I fall on the ground. I look up just in time to see a short, fat man dressed in a three peice suit standing above me.

"Hello, Blue Blur. I'm The Maestro. We're going on a trip..."

He takes in a breath and starts to sing.

"Rock a bye baby on the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all."

My eyes roll into the back of my head and I black out, not sure of where I'm going or what will happen to me, but I know one thing is for certain. Bruce and Johnny better make me some damn ear plugs.

 

[Kaboom]

EAGLE SCOUT, AGENT of S.T.R.I.K.E.

"What happened to ElectroLad, dad," I asked.

"We found him today," hunched over in his dorm.

"Have you moved the body?"

"Yea, we played hop scotch with it...who do you think..."

"I have to ask. Its the job."

"Don't lecture me about the job. I've been doing this job since you were in diapers."

"Relax, dad. We'll figure out what happened. I'm going to need to get a crew in here."

"Absolutely not."

"What do you mean? Its protocol."

"Its protocol when the incident occurs out there in the real world. This is the farm. My farm I have rank here and I'm not going to let any crewman snooping around the sensitive programs here."

"Darn skippy its the farm. But its also the scene of a murder of STRIKE Agent. Thats investigative and there is nobody that outranks me in Investigations...Even you."

My comm beeped.

"Don't bother checking it," my dad said. "Theyre orders from the council. You are to stand down, extract Electrolad, and ignore the situation."

I glared at my adopted father.

"What do you know," I asked him. "Does this have anything to do with Legion?"

"You have your orders, soldier."

After following the council's orders and extracting Electro Lad's body, I had a chance to collect myself from my quarters on board STRIKE's mobile Investigation Unit. I was still seething from being completely left out of the loop.

I was supposed to be the highest ranking investigative official, and now, my dad put in a call and got my entire unit effectively displaced.

UGH!

He was hiding somehting. He had to be , and I'm guessing it had osmething to do with Legion.

My phone rang.

"Betsy, hi. No tough day. Tonight? You mean even after? Sure. Dinner. 8. Be there."

Great, all this and now, my deceased best friend's wife just asked me on a date.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Dylan dismisses Brenda early so that he may welcome a special visitor to his office.

Detective Kat Anderson enters into the office and Dylan welcomes her in as hefixes a drink.

Dylan says, "Detective Anderson please have a seat, care for a drink?"

She says, "Cut the crap Chambers you had better have a good reason for getting me down here. Face it the cops here don't have a lot of love for you."

He says, "A few misunderstandings I am sure we can all come to an understanding. For example our common interests in costumed freaks. Tell me what do you know of a certain costumed being who can best be called Survivor."

She replies, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Dylan chuckles and says, "Oh detective you are so cute when try to play naive. Tell you what I wll make it easy for you."

He stares at her and and says, "The next time you see Survivor you will tell him he has to meet me in my office."

She says, "All-right."

Dylan says, "You will not remember being here ever. You will tell your co-workers you felt sick and went home."
She says, "Okay."

Dylan says, "Now leave."

Anderson leaves and Dylan gupls a drink.

 

[Batman]

Using a small breeze to carry his words to the shark man, Kensei said, "Attack the beast's ankles as a lumberjack would a tree trunk. Force the creature to fall forward. You must act quickly though, as the creature heals damage at an alarming rate."

"Really?! I didn't notice!", Sharkman sarcastically yelled back, looping from underneath the beast's massive hand, as it attempted to snatch him from the skies.

But no later than seconds after the strategy had been formed, it seemed to all come crashing down. With a stomp of it's collosal foot, and another swipe of it's claws, Sharkman suddenly felt a sharp pain singe across his back. He had been scraped, badly, through his costume, as the sudden pain shot through him at a rate so alarming that he was forced to weaken his aura. Down he went, tumbling through the air, as he rolled onto and crash landed into a pile of sand below, not far from where the beast stood.

Sharkman's head staggered back and upwards, as he gasped for air from beneath the sand. The monster was advancing toward him, and it's true prey in the form of the man that had been instructing him on how to defeat this thing. Punching through the sandpile as if he were a great white bursting through a powerful set of ocean waves, Sharkman stumbled out, and rolled, landing on his knee as he caught his breath. The gash on his back was deep, and it would be hours before his healing abilities would kick in to rid him of it. But time was of the essence... he had to ignore the blinding pain, no matter the cost.

Hit by a wave of dirt and grime, Sharkman turned, and looked up, seeing that the monster was looming above him with aferocious roar. Remembering what his apparent ally had told him to do, Sharkman frantically looked around for an object of any sort. Come on, come on, there's gotta be something around here that can... JACKPOT!

As quickly as Sharkman's eyes rested on the large, heavy steel pipe that laid mere feet away, he was nothing more than a blur, vaulting towards the pipe with an energy he had fought to capture from within using nearly every fiber of his being. Grabbing it, Sharkman bit his tounge, and with a loud grunt, lifted the object that surely weighed many tons off of the ground. His strength weakening with every moment, Sharkman leaped into the air, rising the pipe above his head, and neared the creature's legs.

With a strike downwards, forcing the pipe beneath him with the force of a missile, Sharkman drove the construct not only into the monster's foot... but through it aswell. A loud roar echoed across the area, as Sharkman fell, and crashed back down onto the ground, rolling across the site as his ears bursted and his nose began to ooze blood.

He had done all he could possibly do, and more than he could've ever imagined. Now, hope for victory rested solely on Kensei's effort...