A LNH CALL TO ARMS
SCAVENGER
anti-matter, or anti-bytes, or anti-comic destroying type thingee. The point is
the world is soon gonna end.
REBEL YELL sits in the abandoned monitor room of LNH H.Q. Across the
monitors are scenes of evil, destruction, and Image Comics. A sigh escapes his
lips. He wonders where his comrades, the once mighty Legion.of.Net.Heroes, have
vanished too. They could stop this tide of darkness. Or at least have some fun
slugging it out.
He replays the videos from late May-early June (ie. the summer) and sees
--to his horror--the Net.Heroes being captured and taken to holding pens in
alt.worlds. Searching, Rebel Yell finds traces of his friends in the worlds of
.misc and .xbooks(truely a fate worse than death). Boosting power to the matter
transporters, he aims the trans-mat beam into the void in hope of freeing the
LNH from their prisons, so that they may join the battle against evil (READ:
mindless slygfest) one last time!
Will Rebel Yell succeed in bring the LNH together one last time?
STAY TUNED
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This is F.U.N.
> It is one month untill RAC-world is evaporated in a cloud of white
>anti-matter, or anti-bytes, or anti-comic destroying type thingee. The point is
>the world is soon gonna end.
> REBEL YELL sits in the abandoned monitor room of LNH H.Q. Across the
>monitors are scenes of evil, destruction, and Image Comics. A sigh escapes his
>lips. He wonders where his comrades, the once mighty Legion.of.Net.Heroes, have
>vanished too. They could stop this tide of darkness. Or at least have some fun
>slugging it out.
> He replays the videos from late May-early June (ie. the summer) and sees
>--to his horror--the Net.Heroes being captured and taken to holding pens in
>alt.worlds. Searching, Rebel Yell finds traces of his friends in the worlds of
>transporters, he aims the trans-mat beam into the void in hope of freeing the
>LNH from their prisons, so that they may join the battle against evil (READ:
>mindless slygfest) one last time!
> Will Rebel Yell succeed in bring the LNH together one last time?
> STAY TUNED
Let's see. The last time we saw the LNH, they were fighting Table, who had
the Cosmic PlotDevice and the Ring of RetConn, threatening all of Earth-News.
I wonder if there is an anti-Table out there......
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"Fans are interesting things. Rush fans just can't comprehend why the
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one another." --Richard Darwin
Richard Darwin #33, "Gradenza"
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The KaTeFan(tm)
have clue, will travel
The time: early September.
The place: somewhere really, really dreary.
The setting: No, honestly, it's too dreary to mention. Just consider
yourself dreared. It's a drear-fest. Drear-O-Rama. Drear me, baby.
A small figure sits on a dorm bed, shackled to a small computer terminal
in front of him. The scene is reminiscent of Bartleby, the Scrivener,
until one notices the faded flaps of cloth and discarded mask lying in a
pile on the floor. This, the once-famous costume of Multi-Tasking Man,
has gathered much dust from the one thing it had never encountered--
inactivity.
Over the summer, the roving eyes and fingers of M-T Man (long accustomed
to posting articles/playing netrek/MUDding/doing homework/talking on the phone
all at once) were stunned into submission by a bolt of Dr. B*sh's
ECONOMIC EMULSIFIER... Without a job, without net.access, and deprived of
his collection of Renegade Flaming Carrot issues, he sank gladly into
depression--and into captivity.
Now, he sits, aimlessly wandering through alt.*.kibo groups, a man
deprived of memory and purpose, disdained by his captors as an impotent
shell...
kog...@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (SCAVENGER) writes:
>Searching, Rebel Yell finds traces of his friends in the worlds of
>.misc and .xbooks(truely a fate worse than death). Boosting power to the
>matter transporters, he aims the trans-mat beam into the void in hope of
>freeing the LNH from their prisons, so that they may join the battle against
> evil (READ: mindless slygfest) one last time!
*SCHWALLABALLABINGWHOPPABANG!* A scarlet ray bursts through the walls of
the cell, striking M-T Man squarely in the small of the back! The room quickly
becomes still again, except for his quivering body on the floor...
The tired eyes slowly open again, but this time with a slowly mounting
cognition of the situation reflected within them. He glances at the crude
shackles, and with a mere thought--KRACKK!--they are fragmented.
> Will Rebel Yell succeed in bring the LNH together one last time?
The defeated, humble figure on the bed is gone; in his place is a proud,
navy-clad champion of literary satire and hyperactivity. Multi-Tasking Man
doesn't know where his teammates have gone--but they WILL be found.
As the juggernaut flies out through the hole made by the ray in the roof,
he takes along the portable computer he'd been shackled to--might as well
do his taxes and download some GIFs while I'm searching, he thinks...
--TO BE CONTINUED
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----------jeff the wonder llama, jec...@eos.ncsu.edu
------"I am a penis. Worship me."--lead singer of rock band Bicycle Face,
vainly attempting to gain attention of the crowd at the Cat's Cradle
in Chapel Hill, while opening for Mojo Nixon & The Toad Liquors