Issue 1: Origin Stories
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"You want it to happen to the other!" the Spark yells. At the power plant, he is used to having things explode so he is using his electrician's instincts to dodge away and dive for cover. He then points the neck of his guitar at the "Car Bomb" and showers lightning on him.
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Car Bomb manages the first syllable "Uh" of "Uh-oh" before the explosion smacks him through the glass wall of Tramp Music Megastore.
Lying in a toppled display case of rap CDs he angrily cries out, "Crush him Strongman!", calling out to the massive man in the singlet.
"Punch make win! GRAAH!" Strongman slurs stupidly.The muscular villain charges at The Butcher, his massive fist wound back to deliver a mighty blow.
"No! Hit The Spark, he's right next to you!" Car Bomb says to the dumb titan, who doesn't hear him as he continues running at the master of meat.
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The Spark whips a quick smile at Charade and winks.
Then he grabs his electric guitar by the neck. It hums with power and sparks dart around its body. He turns to the man with the gadgets next to him and intends to hit him hard with the guitar.
"You should've listened to your momma and become a Windows designer. Now it's too late. It's payday!"
Then he grabs his electric guitar by the neck. It hums with power and sparks dart around its body. He turns to the man with the gadgets next to him and intends to hit him hard with the guitar.
"You should've listened to your momma and become a Windows designer. Now it's too late. It's payday!"
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Just in time the Spark sees that the colandered man is not there anymore - being transported somewhere else by magic is a very strange experience - he chooses another target of his strike - Mr. Roboto himself.
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His cleaver out and his ire roused, the Butcher stares down the oncoming man-mountain. Before his atkins-friendly gaze, however, said man-mountain is met by a meat-mountain!
Let the oaf tenderize some venison; that should cost him...deerly! An uncharacteristic giggle escapes the hero's lips.
Let the oaf tenderize some venison; that should cost him...deerly! An uncharacteristic giggle escapes the hero's lips.
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The Butcher goes flying backwards and lands painfully on the street. If not for the protection his bandoleer of knives gave him that blow surely would have broken half his ribs!
The ape sighs. "But it's so demeaning. Fine, alright. But that's not tactics, you're just telling me to shoot." Very disdainfully Monkey Business fires his yellow gun at Billiards Boy, launching a large half peeled banana at him!
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Billards Boy snaps out of it, his vey sexy pose was just being held a bit too long. He ducks slightly as the car explodes in the street, "I never did like that cab company..." with a wince he watches as the Butcher is hit square on by the Strongman. About to move to help the meat wielding man, Billards Boy realizes he himself is under attack. "Well I'll be a Monkey's Uncle!" Lining up his shot the pool cue wielding young man draws back on the stick with his right hand, propped against his left hand fingers, he attempts to strike the incoming banana right back at Monkey Business, he shouts out as he attempts to make contact, "BAD GUY! CORNER POCKET!"
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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"I don't see why I have to fire bananas simply because of my species," complains Monkey Business. "I don't even like bananas."
"Hey!" says the dark-haired girl in the black and white outfit. "Leave Billiards Boy alone, he's mine. Do you remember me?"
Hey! Billiards Boy does recognize the girl - she was a bar musician two or three years ago that he never called back. Fortunately his secret identity remains safe as no names were exchanged. He had good reason to brush her off though, he was definitely detecting a crazy vibe.
"It's not nice to brush off pretty girls," the girl says coldly. "It seems like men can't appreciate a good heart any more than society can appreciate a good song. I play a catchier tune now though." She taps a few jazz notes that cause the very air to throb and a visible wave of distortion projects from the keyboard and soars upward. The wave strikes the metal supports of a billboard for Capital Brand Toothpaste which explodes with a scream of metal.
Wiping the yellow glob from his eyes Billiards Boy looks up to see the giant billboard of smiling teeth plummet off the building towards him!
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*Splat*
Covered in banana goo and knocked back several feet from the impact the young billard's player is completely icky and his pride is really hurt now. "Come on, bananas? Really!? That's so cliche!"
Billards's does recoginze the girl, "I remember you! Oh man I am so sorry, I didn't mean to brush you off, but I wrote your number on my hand, remember? I didn't have any paper, and well, you were so out of my league, and I was so nervous, I was sweating so badly that your number rubbed right off before I could memorize it. I'd been back looking for you, but that jerk of a bartender told me they canceled your act. I was so broken hea....." he glances up at the incoming billboard, "..rted." Billards Boy takes a few steps forward, plants his cue on the inside of the nearby curb and attempts to vault clear of the drop zone of the incoming sign. "Oh baby, don't hate me!"
Covered in banana goo and knocked back several feet from the impact the young billard's player is completely icky and his pride is really hurt now. "Come on, bananas? Really!? That's so cliche!"
Billards's does recoginze the girl, "I remember you! Oh man I am so sorry, I didn't mean to brush you off, but I wrote your number on my hand, remember? I didn't have any paper, and well, you were so out of my league, and I was so nervous, I was sweating so badly that your number rubbed right off before I could memorize it. I'd been back looking for you, but that jerk of a bartender told me they canceled your act. I was so broken hea....." he glances up at the incoming billboard, "..rted." Billards Boy takes a few steps forward, plants his cue on the inside of the nearby curb and attempts to vault clear of the drop zone of the incoming sign. "Oh baby, don't hate me!"
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring