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Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Silver Paladin
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(This is a thread open for anyone to join in. The premise is that as BADGE prepares for League War 5 and heroes across the world ready their teams, strange occurrences plague the world. A spectral intruder is haunting heroes from New Amsterdam to wherever you may be.
Add in a chapter including some supernatural or "Hall-o-weeny" event that happens to your character. You do not need to add onto another players story, unless you would like to. Take part in solving the mystery as it unfolds or just add in a spooky chapter that suits your fancy. Most of all, have fun. This story will wrap up on November 1st. Each submission is eligible for up to two Reality Writer Morphon Cards, and if the stories are strong enough, there could be more in the way of Collaborative Fiction awards. {Make sure your Player ID is included as the signature on your post so you can receive credit and Strange Quark doesn't need to track you down. He's been in a mood lately, so don't make him mad!})


...let's begin. Cue eerie music...

The sky stood empty, so void of light that the places where the stars should have been seemed even more vacant. It was only the dense clouds that hid the heavens above, but somehow the power behind the wind and storm made it seem like a malevolent force hid above and gloated at its own power to deny light to the world.

A man sat on a bench in the park downtown, visible only by the dim light of a lone streetlamp. Papers swept past him as a gust of air picked up. He wore a long trenchcoat, with the collar turned up and wide-brimmed hat as he continued to ignore the elements around him.

"Joey," Sarah asked as she peeked through the shades covering the window of the restaurant. "Somebody should really go check on that guy and make sure he's ok."

The sudden storm chased most people out over an hour ago. Only a few customers remained, finishing a cup of coffee at the bar or waiting in hopes that the cold rain would stop and they could make it to their vehicles without being caught in the deluge.

Joey continued to clear the dirty plates and glasses left by diners. "Don't worry about him. He's a grown man, ain't he?" He glanced up at Sarah, verifying she continued to stare outside as he slipped a few bucks off the tip tray on the table into his own apron before moving off to the next.

She turned, a few seconds too late to see his theft, as the shades clattered against one another until they laid still, hiding the world outside. "It just makes me think of my own granddad, back before he died. He wandered, ya' know."

"Then call the cops if you're so worried," Joey said. "I'm not going out there in that until I'm going home. Only a fools out there in that if they don't have to be."

Tilting her head and pursing her bright red lips, Sarah nodded. "You're right for once, Joe."

She pulled out her phone and pressed 9--

Lightning crashed and thunder rumbled all around them as the power went out, making it as dark inside as out. A second flash of light silhouetted a figure at the front door. His face began to glow. Flames of yellow, red, and orange spreading from his mouth and nose, across his cheeks and up to the brim of his hat.

Sarah and Joey both screamed.

A black line opened up in the flame, shaping into a mouth full of laughter. Laughter that filled the interior of the restaurant, a combination of Barry White's deep voice and Jack Nicholson in the Shining after he chopped through the hotel room door. "Don't call anyone, Sarah... I'll summon them myself."

His body exploded in flames, blowing the front door into the restaurant as the windows erupted in flames.

Through a side window, a man clad in silver armor smashed in. He rushed around the tables until he stood at head of the growing inferno, between the flaming man and the frightened people within. "Get out through the back, I'll hold him off."

Customers skirted through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Joey scrambled off the floor where he fell and followed behind them.

"You will not stop me," the flame-covered man snarled. He raised his arms to his sides and the fires surrounding him grew hotter.

"I may not know much, but I do know that is exactly what I'm going to do!" Silver Paladin shoved his palms forward and forced his Shadow Clone toward his opponent. The phantom image soared through his target.

"Fool!" With the sweep of his arm, the man seemed to cause the nearby tables and chairs to explode and melt at the same time. "I've only begun. Consider the match lit."

Erecting his mystical Prysmatic Shield, Silver Paladin protected himself and Sarah from the flying debris. He dropped to the floor to shield her body with his own as the heat blew over them.

And then it stopped. Raising his head, Silver Paladin glance around and found the destruction had disappeared, except for that which he caused entering the building. The man was gone.

Silver Paladin stood, offering his hand to assist Sarah to stand. She didn't move. He rolled her onto her back and discovered her face and chest had been burned, crisped beyond any hope of life.

The wind howled through the window he had broken as he gained entrance. The sound carried a mocking tone, as if laughing at Silver Paladin's failure, until the blare of sirens in the distance grew closer.

(to be continued...)
Silver Paladin
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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Krystal Fae (Acidburn)
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(Out of character note- this is a reprise of my entry in the Halloween contest last year... I will submit an entry that counts toward the prize later in the month... Judges, please do NOT consider this post for entry...)

The elevator doors slid open and Director Nova stepped out into BADGEs New Amsterdam facility. He hated that two-mile ride down in the elevator, but this was one of the most secure locations on Earth. The former headquarters of one of the most advanced facilities on the planet was surprisingly vacant, but at this hour, that was normal. Most of the work conducted here was done by robots along with the most sophisticated AI system in the world.

After a short walk down the corridor, Nova came into a large room filled with computer consoles and a massive set of screens. Two robots worked at the consoles as the only crew today.

“Let’s check in on the teams.” He stated. “Call up the world maps, I want to see where these leagues are?”

“Understood Director.” The computer answered and the screens filled with maps of the world. Each map had the location of the various teams of superheroes that worked for BADGE. They organized themselves into leagues so they could fight crime locally as well as more easily respond to a call for international emergencies.

“Unit 10915, contact the leagues around the Detroit area. I want to know why the crime rate there has doubled this week.” The robot at the computer stopped moving and nothing happened, “10915 respond.” Nova approached the rigid robot.

Before he could find out what was wrong both robots stood up and started dancing around, their bodies acting like puppets on strings.

“What the hell is going on?” Nova struck a fighting stance.

Just then the computer monitors buzzed and the lights flickered. The screens began to run through map after map, and then it all became fuzz. The two dancing robots flung themselves at Nova. He was pummeled to the ground, pinned down. He shoved them off, unhurt but furious. “GET OFF OF ME!”


One turned it’s head all the way around and then cackled at him. In a high, cracking voice it screeched, “Having fun yet?” and then laughed.

Nova finally shoved them off of him and backed away, “Okay, that’s creepy.”

Green energy streamed out of the robots and formed a sinister-looking Jack-o-lantern in the air. It laughed in that same horrible voice and then flew around the room, passing in and out of the computers like they weren’t there. When it went through something, the already crazy machine went even more haywire. Computers exploded, the lights shut down, and the fuzz on the main screens became the only light in the room.

Nova pulled out a communicator and pressed a switch, “Nova to...” suddenly that Jack-o-lantern flew right into his body and he felt it filling him. He lost control of his left arm, his head twitched erratically, and his mind was slowly fading as if he were falling asleep. It didn’t take much to realize this creature was taking over his body. He managed to hold the communicator up, "To...any...heroes who can hear...me. BADGE has been compromised….help...”

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Krystal had received the distress call, and headed for the complex, arriving there in about 20 minutes.

Upon arriving, she learned that several teams of Agents were about to enter the complex by various entry points branching off from the elevator.

She quickly tapped into the surveillance feed and provided team leaders with the situation.

The battle began as robots engaged Agents throughout the complex, apparently under the control of Director Nova.  The teams were under constant pressure as one of the greatest strategic minds of this generation directed his robotic warriors in the battle.

It was quite fierce, with many injuries to the Agents involved, and much damage to both the robots crewing the facility and to the facility itself.  

More than once, the Agent's positions were overrun, only to have the Agents recover as fresh troops joined the battle as they arrived.
A stalemate of a sort was achieved, as neither side could gain a clear advantage.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, all of the robots went dark, then began to function normally, and simultaneously Director Nova slumped unconscious at the control console.

Krystal shouted into the communicator as she hurried into the control room.
 "Med team to the control room STAT!"

She knelt by the Director, checking his pulse.

In the hallway outside, she could hear the med team...

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What no one present knew was that not everyone affected by the Morphon release had conscious control of their new abilities or even were aware of those abilities...

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Miles away, at a local university campus, a young history professor awakens and raises his head from the desk where he had fallen asleep while grading essays.

He read again the title of the paper he had been reading when he had dozed off and was both astonished and slightly amused.

"Samhain, the History of All Hallows Eve"

Professor Sam Haines chuckled and began to re-read the essay.
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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Catalyst
"What are you doing here?" Dr. Henderson asked Alan Marcus, or Catalyst, as he walked through the nearly empty cafeteria where the young man sat. "I thought you would be out training with the Star Force for League Wars."

Catalyst looked up from his data tablet and smiled at her. "Agent Leslie asked me to meet her."

"Really?" Dr. Henderson chuckled. "Good luck."

A confused look crossed Catalyst's face as the lead scientist walked away. He returned to studying the specs for some of Krystal Fae's engine designs. He wished the progress on her proposed Dreamcatcher project was more reality and less pipe-dream. His initial purpose for joining with BADGE had been to work on the advanced space ship.

He raised his coffee cup to take a sip. The cup fell out of his hand as it spasmed in reaction to a painful cold sensation. The ceramic spread across the tabletop, breaking into fractured shards. The liquid inside bounced as it struck and spun in chaotic circles, transformed into a solid block of brown ice.

"What?" Alan pulled his hand back and inspected it, finding small white welts on his flesh. Instant frostbite burns. The pain began to register more forcefully from the wounds. It was then he realized the air temperature around him had dropped and he could see the moisture of his own breath escape his mouth as a white cloud.

"I'm freezing out here," a woman sheathed in a white rime of frost said as she suddenly appeared before him.

Catalyst shivered as he recoiled in his chair and fell backward to the floor. He knew the voice in an instant, even if he didn't recognize the body that it came from. His mother. The back of his head struck the cement hard, blinding him with stars.

"Are you OK?" A hand touched his arm.

Blinking hard to fight away his blurred vision, Alan looked up to see Agent Leslie kneeling beside him. "Where she go?"

"Who?" Agent Leslie asked, guiding Alan to his feet.

"My..." Alan no longer felt cold. His coffee cup laid intact on the table, although his coffee had spilled and dribbled onto the floor. "I thought I saw--"

"You're mother?" Leslie questioned. Her telepathic gift must have tuned her into his thoughts. "She's been dead for years. Ever since the disappearance of the deep space station."

Catalyst glanced around wide eyes, searching for the woman he saw. Or thought he saw. "It couldn't have been her, could it?" Unfulfillable hope rang with every word he said.

"She disappeared far before Legion showed up and introduced the world to Morphons," Leslie said. She righted Alan's chair so he could sit. "But I'm getting the feeling that you know something most people don't about that."

Fully considering her gifts, Alan focused his thoughts to keep them off the secret he kept.

Leslie turned away. "I wasn't looking for anything. Some thoughts are powerful enough that I pick up on them without trying. Please don't think I was snooping."

"I don't," Catalyst said. He shook his head to emphasize his belief. "Starmaster a telepath too. He explained how strong thoughts are like shouting. But something happened. I need to figure it out."

"I understand." Leslie said. "Let me know if I can help."

As she started to turn to walk away, Catalyst reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. "You can help."
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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Astra
    It was a cool autumn night in Keenesburg, Colorado.  Keri had invited a new acquaintance to join her here at the local restaurant Charlie D's.  They sat at a table.  Keri had been experimenting with the psionic responsive nanites that made her costume.  She had configured them into a nice blouse and blue jeans, and blue and white sneakers.  Who did she invite?  Why none other than Agent Arthur Wild.
    "I don't know why we couldn't have just gone to someplace in New Amsterdam," Agent Wild griped.
    "You wanted to know where I grew up, it's one town over.  Hudson.  Charlie D's is a great place to eat though," Keri stated.  She didn't bother to read the menu, though he took his time in reading it.  
    The waitress came over to take their order and looked at Keri, "Don't I know you?"
    Keri recognized her as Andrea, but Andrea knew Kevin, she wasn't Kevin anymore, "I don't think we've met," Keri lied.  "You probably knew my cousin who died a few years ago.  A lot of people say we look alike."
   "Oh, yeah, you do look like Kevin.  He and Doug disappeared one night after a track meet," She remembered.  "Doug's parents still keep looking for him, hoping he'll come home one day."
    "I hope he does," Keri agreed.
    "What can I get you?" Andrea asked.
    "I'll have the Barbecue Bacon Burger with a side salad and glass of water," Agent Wild said.  He looked at Keri.
    "I'll have a Caesar Salad with a Coke," Keri stated.
    "Coming right up.  Are you here to visit your Aunt and Uncle?" Andrea asked.
    "Something like that," Keri replied.  Andrea left to get their drinks and place the order.  Agent Wild looked at Keri.
    "Why didn't you tell her the truth?" He asked.
    "Kevin was declared dead, and I was given a new name and adopted by someone else.  It's best not to bring up that I'm still alive when no one has seen Doug," Keri claimed.
    "Do you know what happened to him?" Agent Wild questioned.  He looked concerned.
    "No," Keri began, "I come out every year looking for some clue as to what happened to Doug.  I haven't found anything yet."
    There was a sudden flash of lightning and the roar of Thunder when suddenly the lights went out.  There were gasps of surprise.
    "Don't worry, folks, the backup generator will start up any moment," Andrea stated while one of the kitchen staff ran outside to start the backup generator.  There was another flash and a man stood at the podium.
    "Kevin..." he said in a soft whisper.
    Keri looked at Agent Wild and whispered, "Did you hear that?"
    "Hear what?" Agent Wild asked.
    "Kevin..." the man said again in a whispered tone.
    "That," Keri said as she got up from her seat.  She faced the man as there was another flash of lightning and she saw the face of her buddy Doug.  Her eyes went wide.  "Doug?" was all she could say in the almost imperceptible whisper.  The lights came back on and she was looking directly at Andrea.
    "Are you okay, Miss?  You look like you've just seen a ghost," Andrea puzzled.
    "I think I just did," Keri stated.  "Could we get our meals in a to go box?  Something just came up with work."  
    "Sure, I'll go get that right a way," Andrea complied.
    "Agent Wild, call HQ we've got a mystery on our hands," Keri stated as she changed her nanites to her costume the microscopic robots rearranged themselves rather quickly.

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Starmaster
Despite being a powerful telepath, being able to teleport and cover vast distances in the span of a thought, and the resources of working with BADGE, Starmaster still hadn't been able to locate Chase. His search so far has spanned most of the civilized world, going from one report a of possible sighting to the next. Paris, London, Rome. The list went on and on.

His latest lead took him into Romania, or more specifically, the area historically known as Transylvania. He couldn't help but scoff when he first read the account of Chase being spotted. Being October, the sighting was more than likely a prank, some kid getting his or her jollies by playing the ever popular holiday "Trick".

Having fun? Krystal Fae telepathically communicated.

Loads. It's a laugh-riot here. Starmaster replied telepathically. If you ever want to get away from technology and have some 'me time', this is the place to be.

Good place for a secret hide-out, Krystal mused. I can see Krampus finding it amusing to be using Transylvania as a base of operations. Tell you what-- The telepathic signal disappeared.

"I could use a break from the HQ for a bit. Why don't I join you?" Krystal stepped out from a flash of light, covering her mouth with two fingers as she restrained a belch. "I need to get out and enjoy the fresh air more. We can team up and search the Carpathian Mountains together."

"I see your getting more adept at teleporting without... repercussions." Magically teleporting from location to location over great distances caused Krystal gastric distress in the past. It was nice to see her less up-chucky this time around.

"A development I truly didn't expect to happen." There was a weight behind her words, a mixture of surprise, concern, and satisfaction.

Being a telepath, Starmaster could have invaded her mind rather that reading between the lines of her vague response to decipher her meaning, but he preferred not to do that. She would explain in her own time if she wanted to. "I appreciate the offer, but it really isn't necessary. It's going to take all night to do a thorough search."

"Then we'd better start." Krystal levitated into the air, avoiding the multi-colored branches of leaves autumn had started to present to the world. "My, my, my... The air is brisk here, isn't it?"

The two of them searched across the mountain range by air, Starmaster using his telepathy in combination with technology created by his league-mate Catalyst. Krystal sought signs of Chase or Krampus with the mystical and supernatural skills she had mastered.

A dense fog rose from the ground as the sun set, adding the well-earned eerie appearance that the area had garnered over the years. The two of them gave Count Dracula's castle a wide berth. Even though he helped to fight the Legion when they invaded the Earth, he disliked visitors was still too much of a wildcard for them to trust.

I haven't found anything. Have you? Starmaster telepathically asked his companion across the miles between them.

I've found many things,she replied. Nothing of what we are looking for, though.

Will you look at that! Starmaster slowed his flight speed until he hovered just above the treeline. Can you see this?

Krystal glided up to Starmaster's side. "If you're speaking of that bright red blood moon, then yes, I can."

The moon lifted over the highest peaks of the nearby mountain range, the typically white surface bathed in red light. Against the white peaks of the Carpathians, the image of teeth biting into a big red apple couldn't be denied.

The two of them rested for a moment as they watched this rare sight in silent appreciation.

In the distance, a howl called out. A wolf's howl, summoning its pack.

A chill ran over Starmaster's skin, forcing an uncontrolable shiver. He turned to Krystal, spotting goosebumps erupting on the back of her neck. "Look at us. Two super-powered people, one a half-fae and the other mutated by Morphons, both irrationally spooked by our surroundings. BADGE doesn't have any cameras on us right now, do they?" He forced a smile onto his face.

"There are qualities to every world that are aspected onto our very nature." Krystal pointed her nose at a small city not far off.  The two of them headed in that direction as the continued. "Fear of the dark, for one. Darkness isn't dangerous, it is what hides inside of it that is the threat. The cry of a wolf is another. A predator calling out for help should always be considered as a fair warning of trouble to come."

Starmaster yawned. "Why are we heading to the city?"

"I think the night air and being out of the lab has impacted my internal clock. I'm feeling very tired." Krystal said. "A cup of coffee would be delightful, don't you think?"

No reason not to came to mind. In fact, a short break in the quaint city might be just what he needed to get him through the night. They dropped onto the street and searched for an open pub or restaurant, but discovered the town to be as sleepy as the two of them had become. The only light for an open business was a rustic bed and breakfast. The light over the front door glowed invitingly.

Shunting himself into the Mindscape, Starmaster's personal corner of the astral plane, he reappeared in his street clothes stored in his Mind Closet. "I think it's well past time I got some decent sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open. If you want to, meet me back here in the morning."

"If they have two rooms, I think I'll stay as well." Krystal shifted her clothing into a more casual style. "A overnight in the country. I deserve a mini-vacation after the last few weeks."

Starmaster opened the door and let Krystal enter first. Fortunately, there were two rooms available. They each took one and headed off for a well deserved rest.

As Starmaster undressed and headed to bed, he noted that he was in desperate need for a haircut and shave. He couldn't remember the last time he took the time for such domestic activities. Ever since North Onnatangu, he had been in his tech-suit searching for Chase. His hair practically resembled a furry mane and his face laid behind a near-full beard.

"Time for that in the morning," he said to nobody beside himself. The homespun comforter on the bed called to him. He crawled in and almost immediately fell into a deep sleep.


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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Krystal Fae (Acidburn)
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The moon had risen to its apex... strangely the blood-red color had not, as is typical, mellowed to its more usual greyish white, but remained an eerie shade of crimson.

Krystal leaned against the balcony railing and sighed.  After the events of the last few weeks, and with the upcoming League Wars looming, she was feeling much more fatigued than usual. Of course, there was another reason her energy was somewhat depleted.

Krystal turned and re-entered the charmingly decorated, but somewhat small, room she had taken for the evening. Turning down the comforter, she noticed a small wrapped chocolate on the pillow. She bit into it as she arranged herself under the covers. It had a slightly bitter, metallic undertone to the taste.

Krystal checked the wrapper and found that the confection was made here in the hotel kitchens.

"Probably a local delicacy...", she muttered, as she settled further under the covers.

Krystal never tired of the exhilaration of flying, though her flight felt somehow different from her normal mode of ariel movement. She couldn't put her finger on exactly how it was different, except the feeling was somehow not the same.

Looking down, she was approaching a small clearing in the woods near where she had been searching earlier.

She noticed several canine forms, surrounding what seemed to be an amalgam of canine and human in form. She bared her fangs (fangs?) and hissed in displeasure.

She turned towards the village in her flight and flew swiftly in that direction.  Before she reached the village, her consciousness faded out.


Krystal awakened to the brilliant sunshine streaming in through the eastern facing balcony door.

She stretched, dressed, and went down the stairs to the lobby.
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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Silver Paladin
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BADGE technicians flooded the restaurant as soon as Sarah's body had been removed.

"How can I be of further service here?" Silver Paladin asked the police after they took his statement.

"I'm not sure what more you can do?" The officer replied from beneath her plastic poncho. The rain had not ceased, but being armored, Silver Paladin paid it little attention. "Other than your breaking of the window, there is no physical sign of his presence, beyond what happened to that poor girl. We can't do much more. I hope one of you capes can sort it out." With that she nodded farewell and walked to her police car.

The image of her incinerated chest and faceless head wouldn't leave Silver Paladin's mind. He paced outside the restaurant until a BADGE tech came out to take sample containers to the shuttle. "Did you discover any useful clues yet? Tarrying around as others work is not in my nature."

"I don't know what to tell you, bud. Until we get these back to the lab, we're as clueless as you." The technician continued past him, hustling into the door of the shuttle.

"Contact Catalyst. He is wise about these things." Silver Paladin called out as the shuttle door closed. Perhaps I should form an alliance with this BADGE organization. They might be able to help him discover what he was capable of.

Behind his facemask, Silver Paladin closed his eyes. Some of his powers were psionic, or mental, in nature, such as his Shadow Clones. He could project a spectral image of himself to attack an opponent. He tried to open his mind up to the world around him, sensing with something other than taste, touch, smell, sight, or hearing.

Nothing.

Wait.

Something drew him to the park across the street. His fingers forked on his right hand, creating a V-shape. He sensed the pull wasn't coming from his mind, though. An idea bloomed inside of him and he extended his blades and crossed them at the points. The draw grew stronger. There was a word for this, a magical concept. Dousing. Witch-wiggling. Divination.

Trusting the guidance of his blades, he stepped onto the street and walked where they led him. A screech and a splash brought him back into his normal senses. A car had slammed on its brakes and came to a stop within feet of his path. A horn bellowed in protest. "Get out of the way, you damned freak!"

Leaping across the road to the other side, Silver Paladin bowed and nodded his apology to the driver before continuing. It took less time to feel the draw this time and he slid an eyelid open to watch his path. Realizing he could see and "sense" at the same time, he opened both eyes up and traveled deeper into the park. A lone bench greeted him as he approached and the pull disappeared.

"Not the result I hoped for," Silver Paladin said to the rain. Being the first time he tried using the power, he couldn't be surprised if the result was unpredictable. The bench seemed as normal as any other in the park.

Except for a dark patch beneath the splatter of rain. He swung his hand to a side as he asked the water to move. It obeyed his request and the wood became as dry as it would be in the summer sun. Hidden beneath the deluge, he noted a red stain in the wood.  Inspecting it more closely, he found faded letters left in the wooden surface.

"The world shall BURN for your interference."

As soon as he comprehended the words, the bench ignited and blew into splinters.





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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Tryangle
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The lead had gone cold on a potential meeting of dangerous insurgents, to the disappointment of the Realm Defender, Tri-blade. In fact, it was so cold that not a soul could be seen in this part of the city. With time to burn before checking back with his team, he took a stroll back towards what was sometimes called the "Entertainment District". It was nighttime, but there didn't seem to be any activity taking place.

He soon approached a familiar-looking building and gazed upon the sign, which was so damaged that only the "Dupe" of what was formerly Super Duper Games was there. The establishment, of course, long closed down after a particular criminal had attempted to cause his own brand of havoc.

Tri-blade walked on, only to notice that he was flanked by two famed creatures which were often simulated at this time of year. To his left, a vampire, pale as an antique porcelain doll and with sinister green eyes. To his right skulked on two legs, a furry grey beast known world wide as a werewolf, its maw gaping and saliva dripping. They glared at Tri-blade.

Slightly spooked, Tri-blade opened his comms but only static came through. How bizarre, he thought as his right hand slowly moved to his shoulders, seeking one of his weapons to draw.

The two figures attacked simultaneously, practically gliding instead of running. Tri-blade drew one of his mystic daggers and swung in a wide arc, only for the blade to hit mist. The werewolf's head butted into Tri-blade, sending him tumbling over and into the path of the vampire's fist. Tri-blade struck a lamppost and fell to the ground.

Lightning flashed through the now-cloudy sky and thunder immediately roared.

Tri-blade got to his feet in time to see the vampire and werewolf charging in again.
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Highlander
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It was a dark and stormy night. Despite the full moon, Highlander found it difficult to navigate his way through the park because of the dark that enveloped everything. The fact that he couldn’t see despite the full moon was disquieting. The spooky silence that pervaded the night was occasionally shattered by the constant chirping of the apparently large army of crickets that was constantly hopping through the underbrush.

Just like everything around him, the blatant inconsistencies in his surroundings were making his head swim like a swiftly moving salmon trying to navigate a dry waterfall. Highlander could sense, but only in his own mind. the rising tide of confusion that was everywhere but right in his immediate vicinity.

The big guy was having trouble making sense of the happenings before his eyes. It was possibly because he couldn’t see the happenings because of the moonlit darkness.

Nothing made sense to him. He closed his eyes and vigorously shook his head. Something was wrong. Wildly, badly, crushingly wrong.

In the back of his mind, there was a faint recollection of something he had once heard. Something about a large number of monkeys, a room full of typewriters and a guy named Shakespeare.

Hmm. Highlander realized then he wasn’t hearing crickets; he was hearing typewriters. He thought there shouldn’t be typewriters in a park. Then he realized he wasn’t in a park. He was in a large mansion. The sound of typewriters was coming from the next room.

He made his way to the room and there, to his astonishment, were row after row of monkeys, seated at desks with typewriters. It was a classroom, and in the front of the classroom was a distinguished looking gentleman. On a chalkboard behind were written the words “Mr. Shakespeare” and “English Lit 101.”

























Nothing made sense to him. He closed his eyes and vigorously shook his head. Something was wrong. Wildly, badly, crushingly wrong.

He could hear voices now. At least, he thought they were voices. He couldn’t understand what they saying. He slowly opened his eyes. There was the full moon; no it wasn’t a moon. It was a large light above what was apparently  … an operating table. A table where he lay. Standing around him were a number of individuals with simian features. Surgeons? Why was he being operated on?

Surgeon One: Fwewkfg sdhre ojmtg. Dfhw wwfrfc g asdfse, sdhrt dsdgh. (Humans are strange. Hard to believe they’re the most sentient lifeform on this planet.)

Surgeon Two: Ldfhbadg. (Totally.)

A third surgeon approached the table with a large instrument. Highlander recognized it, but couldn’t recall what is was called.




He thought hard. Concentrate. Con – cen – trate. CONCENTRATE!

Ham … no, hammie … no hammer. Hammer, yes. More … jack … hammer jack? No … JACKHAMMER!!

The surgeon was positioning the drill of the jackhammer against the bridge of Highlander's nose!

Highlander struggled. He heard himself scream.

YAAAAAH!!!

He woke, sweating profusely.

He put his hands to his head.

That was it.

NO MORE!

NEVER AGAIN!!

Highlander made a firm resolution. Never, ever again.

He had eaten his last firepit burrito from The Poop Taco Truck.


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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

The Inkling
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(OOC: This reply takes place after the last post in my ongoing collaboration rp Ice Ray Academy The Reckoning)

"Halloween must be so hard for those who have had psychological trauma in life as this is the one time a year that all the literal skeletons come out of fears and nightmares to wreak havoc on psyches all over the known universes," AphraeltheFaeChildGoddessofInnocenceversion3.0 said to her students Jenna Firemage and Corrine Daniels. "But here at Ice Ray Academy, we have to keep our fears and nightmares always under mental lock and key with powerful magic and technology because too many of us here truthfully have the ability to cause more chaos and bend reality with our thoughts then even the supervillain known as Gamer G."

"Jenna you may not remember back when you were a young child but it was a time of great despair for our Academy. My mortal form at the time had been exiled physically magically and mentally from the realm the school at the time resided in so only the vaguest memories of me remained there among students like you. Your twin brothers Chad Rockwell and Chad Hansen-Ricks were forced to flee the academy when the evil Headmaster ????? overthrew the good Headmaster James StarRunner and his wife Bobby StarRunner and took over."

As Aphrael says these things, an eerie fog and moans begin filling her private magical and religious sanctum deeply buried in the most secret levels of the academy. "I tell you both these things not just so you remember for help facing future despairs yet to come, but also so you can remember how to harness and use your fears if and whenever you find yourselves in another situation when you were helpless back in the former SHC realm and captives of The Kingpin unable to use magic to escape. To date in this new dimension of Heroes Rising, neither of you are strong enough to go out of the school walls and use magic yet to aid us, but you can help bring visitors here who are first time guests only." The fog begins shaping into beings that most others, besides those who reside here and certain other allies, would think they see and lose their hold on sanity forever.

"Yes this fog is your forbidden memories being given life to make you stronger Jenna. Only under certain conditions can this be allowed and with permission from BADGE and Director Nova himself or else all who live and study magic here would be sent to insane asylums or government laboratories for eternity because we are so different from all others here that the only real things we have in common are morphons to use to train new magical abilities and goals to fight evil."

"Corrine your forbidden memories are just as powerful as Jenna's but your magic is very similar to the superheroine here in this dimension named Crossroads. But unlike her, your time magic allows you to change your age and body at will and allow you to travel back and forth through time and space itself with the restriction most dire you are not allowed to save the past fully but only dampen the effects of those evil time magic users who we are sworn enemies of. Even I dare not think their names on this night for true terror they might be unleashed to do what the Legion and Jinn could not and utterly wipe this dimension from all existence including memories..."

Suddenly a maelstrom of undetectable and unknown energies engulf the heroine Aphrael and she is knocked unconcious! A dark shadow of the blackest night begins leaking out of her very pores coalescing in front of the screaming witches as it slowly begins forming into a huge ??????.

"My name is ?????? and I am free to rule this and all worlds and dimensions!" the????'s booming voice echoes through the levels of Ice Ray Academy and from there even into the minds of Krampus and Skelanimal bringing much more then deep primal fear and plunging all in the Academy into comatose states...


What seems like thousands of years later, the nightmare ends for AphraeltheFaeChildGoddessofInnocenceversion3.0. She awakens back in the present again, and immediately is aware that all the fear terror and horror of remembering those years of ????? ????? first killing her and using her image as his avatar to kill the rest of the deities of her race has been used to strengthen The Spirit of Halloween beyond what he is normally capable of.

To defeat him will take more then the magic and powers of the Heroes Rising and ex SHC dimension heroes and antiheroes. It will take the powers of others too as Spirit has been feeding on all the fears horrors etc of everyone in this dimension. So to help stop him, Aphrael channels the powers of every empath in the Academy and sends to Spirit the powers of love and caring as something she remembers from another former dimension where an old movie showed a vile troll being defeated for good by a funny comedic geek named Ernest P. Worrell who kisses it to end it's terror and break the curse it cast on his ancestor decades ago.
ID: 11292 AphraeltheFaeChildGoddessofInnocence sacrificed herself to fully defeat Drochah. She will never be able to be reincarnated ever again. Back to rping in group chats however not too often due to mental issues (imagination under strict recovery orders.) Still playing Heroes Rising though.
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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Crossroads
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Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost
"A Nightmare on Bourbon Street"
By Crossroads, PID 11004

Crossroads (Allyson) was tired, but it was a good tired. League War V was approaching and she had been training with her new league mates.  The league leader for the competition was named The Wicked Pitch and she was just that – “wicked.” She was working them and pushing them harder and harder every practice it seemed.

It was interesting working with heroes she had never met before, but she still felt a little awkward and uncomfortable around them; like she was an intruder.  5th Precinct: Kung Fu Hustle was a new league itself, but the league was built from members of the 5th Precinct organization as a whole and Crossroads was one of the few from an outside league.
 
“Still,” Allyson reflected, “change is hard and no one said it would be easy transferring to another league.”

She had only been returned to her human form a few weeks ago, but it seemed so long ago.  She still had odd dreams and woke up suddenly in the middle of the night sometimes. She hoped that would go way soon; she hasn’t had a full night’s sleep since then.

Allyson finished her nighttime routine and got ready for bed. She decided to use her Halloween-themed fragrance wax warmer to calm her and help her sleep.  Going through her collection of fragrant waxes, she chose pumpkin spice to get into the spirit of the season.  Placing the wax square in the lamp’s dish, she was rewarded by the rich aroma of pumpkin spice wafting through the air.  The light created a gentle glow in the corner of her bedroom.

Giving an appreciative sigh, Allyson slid into bed.  Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she centered herself and said a quick prayer for the health and welfare of her friends and family. The deep breath also had the effect of slowing her pulse and respiration and soon Allyson was drifting off to sleep.


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Allyson jerked awake.  Something woke her but she didn’t know what it was.  The room was dark except for an orange glow coming from her pumpkin-shaped wax warmer in the corner of the room. She strained her senses, listening for something...anything.

She sensed the presence of someone before she heard the creak of the floorboards. Unfortunately, she was too slow to react and strong rough hand grabbed her by the throat as a she felt someone jump on the bed and straddle her.

“Well, hello again, Allyson!  Fancy meeting you here!”

She recognized the voice instantly and fear gripped her heart just as tightly as the hand that gripped her throat. The last time she had seen the owner of that voice, he was unconscious and being carted away by the police along with all the other frat-boy thugs at Morganna’s hideout. She was still a cat then.

“Jerry! What the hell are you doing?  Get off me!” Allyson struggled, but not only was Jerry’s weight holding her down, she was still tangled in her blankets and bedding.

“Oh, you remember me!  I knew you liked me! We are going to have so much fun together. I brought you a little something, a token of my affections,” Jerry said.  She could see him dimly in the light from the corner and he held up a strip of something that glittered in the orange light. ”A something my Mistress Morganna made for me....”

Allyson gave a shudder of fear at the mention of the psychotic Fae sorceress.  That shudder increased as Jerry used the hand holding the object to tenderly stroke her cheek and neck.  Jerry put his face close to Allyson’s, so close she could see the insane look in his eyes.

“You are going to be my pet and I’m going to love you like no one has ever loved you.  You will be pampered like the most expensive and exotic of pets and I’ll be with you always!” Jerry told her softly, his hand never stopped stroking her face and neck.

Suddenly, Jerry put both hands around her neck and pulled her up a few inches.  AS her arms were still trapped in the bedding and under his legs, it was very painful and Allyson cried out.

“Oh, did I hurt my little pet?  I am so sorry!  Let me kiss it and make it better!” Jerry leaned in to kiss Allyson’s lips.  Up until this point, fear had dominated her thoughts, making it impossible for her to concentrate enough to respond the threat with her powers. But the thought of Jerry kissing her revolted Allyson and she lashed out physically.

Just as Jerry’s lips were about to touch hers, Allyson let her head loll back wards, surprising Jerry momentarily.  Before he could react with more than a  confuse”Whu?” Allyson snapped her head forward and drove her forehead into Jerry’s nose.  Jerry at up straight and screamed, his hands going straight to his face and his destroyed nose.

While Jerry dealt with the intense pain, and she dealt with a sudden headache, Allyson tried to buck Jerry off and get her arms free. She tried dimension skipping out of there but she still couldn’t concentrate enough to access her powers. Suddenly, jerry’s hands were at her throat again and he laid his entire body on top of her. Allyson was now finding it very difficult to breathe with his weight on her chest and hands around her throat.

“Naughty, naughty, kitty, kitty! We’ll just make sure you can’t do that again!” Jerry snapped something around her neck.  Allyson realized it was collar and recoiled in shock when she felt it cut her connection to her dimension powers. She also started to feel a familiar falling sensation.

“No no no no no no no no no meow!” Allyson’s voice changed pitch, getting higher and higher, until it was only a loud, plaintive meow. Jerry picked her up by the scruff of her neck and held her in front of his face.

“Be a good kitty and quiet down,” Jerry taunted Allyson.  Allyson took a few swings at Jerry with her bared claws, but she just couldn’t get a good swipe at him. “Now, now, now, my little pet, you need to behave. When I get you home, we’ll set up a nice appointment with the vet and get you all checked out.  After all, I don’t want to get rabies from you.”

Jerry stuffed Allyson in a small pet carrier and locked the door. Swinging the carrier back and forth, Jerry skipped jauntily out of Allyson’s apartment, the swinging motion making Allyson slightly nauseous and causing her to yowl.

“I said quiet down, kitty.  You sound like you’re in heat...hmmm... that reminds me.  You’ll be joining all our other pets. We need to have you fixed. Wouldn’t want to have any unplanned kittens, do we now?” Jerry started cackling evilly as Allyson absorbed that horrifying, on so many levels, statement.

“Let’s go home, my pet!”
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Allyson woke up screaming and crying. She looked wildly around her room, dimly lit by the warm golden glow of her wax warmer.  Everything was as it should be, the aroma of pumpkin spice in the air and the normal sounds of New Orleans in the early morning.

Allyson grabbed her pillow and hugged it tightly to her chest, rocking back and forth.  She took several deep cleansing breaths to slow her racing heart.

“I better call BDAGE’s Mental Health Advocate tomorrow.  I’m not as over it as I thought I was....”

In the distance, Allyson thought she faintly heard maniacal laughter.
"Just think what I could accomplish if I didn't have all these 80's song lyrics in my head!"
Crossroads
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Re: Collaborative Fiction Thread: Space Ghost

Arcane Ace
The street glistened with the lights of the city after the rain. Heavy footfalls echoed from within an alleyway. The sound of running. Panicked running.

"What do you want? Leave me alone." The man stumbled to the ground, slipping on an untied shoelace dangling from his own foot. "I didn't do anything wrong."

Shadows closed in on him. Tall, dark men walked up from the street, not far from the police building paced slowly behind him. "We need to talk with you. We have questions."

"No," the man said. "You're not going to get me." He waved his hand at a rolling gate for one of the businesses connected to the alley, trying to block their advance. His powers weren't the most useful. He could shut things. Doors, windows, but that seemed to be the extent of his Morphon gifts. He tried to get people to leave him alone by shutting their mouths as they spoke, but he couldn't even do that. The best he could do was shut every door available to him. Sometimes the even shut on him while he tried to walk through them.

The lead man shoved the gate aside with ease. "Why are you afraid of us... what's its name again?"

"The Shudder, the Shutter," one of the figures behind the leader said. "Does it matter?"

"Not really."

"What do you want from me???" The man on the ground asked. "I... I... I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean--"

"Shhhhhhh. We're not from internal affairs," the man knelt down. His face was a burnt husk of a skull, with no eyes in the lifeless sockets. "Although we could be. Internals will be involved."

The two shapes behind him chuckled with dark glee.

On the street near the alley, a horrified scream broke the otherwise quiet night, followed by a squelching, squishy wet sound, and then silence.
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SNAKELING
THIS IS FOR THE COLLABORATIVE HALLOWEEN THREAD CONTEST IT STARTS AT THE END OF THE SKELANIMAL RAID AND CONTINUES THROUGH LW5 AND THE SPIRIT OF HALLOWEEN RAID
THE FRAMING OF SKWLANIMAL  PART 1 0F 3
THE TRIAL

WHAT IS GOING WRONG? SKEL ON TRIAL AT BADGE, FOR GOING BERSERK AND ALL THE HEROES OF THE WORLD MUST FIGHT HIM?
HOW RIDICULOUS HE WAS IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE. I  SSSENSE SOMETHING EXTREMELY WRONG.
AT THE BLACK ORDER LAIR., A HASTY MEETING HAS BEEN CALLED BY OUR INTERIM LEADER, HOT WINGS. MY BRETHREN A GREAT INJUSTICE IS ABOUT TO BE PERPETRATED ON THE BLACK ORDER. WE MUST GATHER OUR STRONGEST ALLIES AND ATTEND SKEL'S TRIAL. WORLD SERPERPENT PLEASE SUMMON YOUR STRONGEST AVATAR, META.. WE NEED YOUR DIMENSIONAL ABILITIES. AVENGER, YOUR TRUE POWERS OF RIGHTEOUS VENGEANCE, AND OUR MOST POWERFUL AND LOYAL ALLIES, DAMON, YOUR UNDERSTANDINGS OF SUPER BEINGS FROM OTHER REALITIES, AND FINALLY, THE WIZARD. YOUR MAGICAL ABILITIES THE BASES FOR THE LEGENDS OF MERLIN AND GANDALF>>>>>>>>>>
HOT WINGS, BOTH OF HEAVEN AND HELL HAS NOTED DISTURBANCES AND SO HAVE ALL OF US IN THE AREAS OF MAGIC VENGEANCE DIMENSIONAL SHIFTS AND UNIVERSAL POWER. WHY? WHAT HAS HAPPENED? WHY WAS SKEL TRANSFORMED INTO A LOVECRATIAN SIZED HORROR, ATTACKING EVERYONE AND TOOK ALL OF EARTHS HEROES AND VILLAINS, INCLUDING SKEL TO DEFEAT HIM?  NOW HE IS ON TRIAL WITH AN ETERNITY TRAPPED IN THE INFAMOUS PURGATORY PENITENTIARY. SOMETHING IS STRONGLY AMISSSSS .ONLY ONE EXPLANATION .......SKEL HAS BEEN FRAMED. BUT WHY HAS HE BECOME TOO POWERFUL AND OTHER DEMONS IN HELL SENSE MORTALS STARTING TO WORSHIP HIM AND FEAR HE WILL ULTIMATELY LEAD, PERHAPS THE LEGION, TO WEAKEN EARTH FORCES BY DEPRIVING IT OF IT'S MOST POWERFUL HERO AS ESOTERIC  JEALOUSY FROM ANOTHER LEAGUE WHO SENSES A SHIFT IN POWER IN THE MOST POWERFUL DIVISION? WE MUST CLEAR HIS NAME AND GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS TRAVESTY!!!      
      TRAVELING TO THE SITE OF THE TRIAL, EACH BEING USING HIS FASTEST MODE OF TRANSPORTATION. AT THE SO CALLED NEW HAGUE, THE HEROES ARRIVED  AT THE SAME TIME. THE ARENA IS FILLED WITH HEROES WITH MANY B.A.D.G.E. DREADNOUGHTS AND WEAPON SYSTEMS ARRAYED OVER THE AREA. SKEL IS LED TO THE CENTER OF THE ARENA WITH NOVA OFFICIATING BLOODWING, SERVING AS DEFENSE COUNCIL. MANY HATE FILLED STARES AND SHOUTS OF "EXECUTE HIM" CAN BE HEARD AS NOVA GAVELS TO BEGIN THE PROCEEDINGS.
WITNESS AFTER WITNESS IS CALLED, TELLING OF THE HORROR THE GIANT SKEL UNLEASHED. THE INJURIES, THE WANTON DESTRUCTION, THE DEATH OF MANY SUPERS, AND CITIZENS. THEN CAME THE BLACK ORDER'S TURN. THE ONLY ONES STANDING BY THEIR FRIEND ASKING THE SAME QUESTIONS. THEY HAD PONDERED, BUT ALAS IT WAS BUT A KANGAROO COURT AND THE OUTCOME WAS DECIDED BEFORE IT HAD BEGAN...THE SENTENCE PRONOUNCED ETERNAL IMPRISONMENT IN THE MOST SECURE BOWELS OF PURGATORY UNTIL SUCH TIME AS SKEL'S POWER WANED, AND HE COULD BE DESTROYED COMPLETELY. AS THE B.A.D.G.E. SENTINEL BAILIFFS CONFISCATED ALL WEAPONS. MANY SUPERS POWERED THEIR CONCENTRATION ON HAULING THE BLACK ORDER LEADER AWAY. THE ORDER JUMPED INTO ACTION. MIDGARDSORMR SWELLED TO A SIZE FROM PLANET DEVOURING SIZE TO A SIZE THAT MADE SKEL'S GIGANTIC FORM SEEM MICROSCOPIC IN COMPARISON, SURROUNDING THE ENTIRE LEAGUE. WHILE HOT WINGS, DAMON, THE AVENGER, METAPHYSIC, AND THE WIZARD WEAVED SPELLS OF HEAVEN AND HELL INTERDIMENSIONAL ENERGIES, ANCIENT MAGIC, AND THE POWER OF JUSTIFIED VENGEANCE IN AN ORB OF POWER, FELT THROUGHOUT EVERYWHERE. THE BOLTS OF ENERGY FROM SENTINELS SUPERS AND DREADNOUGHTS WERE HARMLESSLY ABSORBED BY MIDGARDSORMR'S ADAMANTIUM KILOMETER THICK SCALES. ALL OF THE SUDDEN, ALL WERE GONE.
WERE THEY DESTROYED? NO! IN THEIR PLACE WAS A LIVING NEURONIUM CRYSTAL ASKING FOR A TRIAL DONE THROUGHOUT TIME, A TRIAL BY BATTLE. WE DEMAND THE RIGHT TO DEFEND OUR FRIEND AND OURSELVES BY COMBAT. SKEL'S FATE WILL BE DETERMINED AT THE NEXT LEAGUE WAR, WHERE WE WILL COMPETE IN THE THE STRONGEST DIVISION AND PROVE OUR INNOCENCE,  AND OUR POWER. TRY TO FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL. WE GO TO TRAIN. WE DOUBT ANYONE BUT THE MEMBERS OF THE BLACK ORDER WOULD SURVIVE, EVEN WE MAY NOT, BUT WHAT DOESN'T DESTROY US WILL MAKE US THE STRONGEST! EVEN THEN, WE WILL BE REDEEMED!!
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SNAKELING
TRAINING FOR REDEMPTION AND TRIAL BY COMBAT
THE HORROR FACED BY MIDGARDSORMR TO PREPARE
THE FRAMING OF SKELANIMAL PT 2 ...........

IN WMD/ANGELS OF SORCERY COALITION, AFTER THE TRIAL OF SKELANIMAL AND THE RESCUE OF THEIR LEADER, THE BLACK ORDER USED MAGIC, TECHNOLOGY, MIND MASTERY, HEAVENLY AND PROFANE POWERS, TO TRANSPORT EACH MEMBER TO AN AREA OF POWER AND CONTEMPLATION.
THERE WE WOULD GATHER OUR STRENGTH AND PREPARE TO WIN OUR LEADER'S FREEDOM THROUGH TRIAL BY COMBAT.
MIDGARDSORMR WAS IN THE DEEP OCEAN NEAR THE ISLAND OF SURTSEY  OFF THE COAST OF ICELAND. THE VOLCANIC ACTIVITY AND ICINESS OF THE WATER ASSURED PRIVACY WHERE THE WORLD SERPENT COULD CONCENTRATE.
     AS HE PONDERED MANY THINGS, THE WORDS OF THE CURRENT AVENGER KNOWN BY MANY DIFFERENT NAMES, BUT REMEMBERED AS A LOYAL LEAGUEMATE IN OTHER WORLD'S CREATIONS, BANE, REVERBERATED IN HIS BRAIN, "REMEMBER OUR SHC TRAINING DILEMMA'S AND HOW WE SOLVED THEM."  AVENGERS STILL USE THOSE ANCIENT TECHNIQUES TODAY. "AHHHH!" THINK THAT WOULD CONFUSE ME. THEN MY HIGHLY COMPARTMENTALIZED BRAIN REMEMBERED. THE THOUGHTS WERE TELEPATHICALLY SHARED WITH LEAGUEMATES AND OTHERS.
NOW FOR THE ACTUAL PHYSICAL TRAINING NEEDED, WHAT TO DO?
     FUNNY...  THERE'S AN ANCIENT CITY NEAR HERE THAT HAS AN AURA OF EVIL, EXUDING GREAT MORPHON ACTIVITY. MORPHONS SEEK CREATURES THAT CAN UTILIZE THEM AND REEK HAVOC. I SENSE AN ANCIENT EVIL STIRRING ....WELL, LET'S SEE IF THIS ANCIENT ALIEN EVIL MATCHES UP WITH ONE OF THE TRIAD OF CREATION BORN DURING THE  DISAMBIGUATION.
NOW WHAT WAS THIS PLACE CALLED? THERE IS ONE ON EVERY WORLD THAT I HAVE DEVOURED ....LET ME THINK ... ALL OF THE SUDDEN, THE NAME THAT'S RECALLED IS G'LL-HOO, SISTER CITY TO ONE OF THE OTHER DEEP ONE'S STRONGHOLDS, YOHARNETH-LAHA  AHU Y'HLOA AND Y'HA-NTHLEI. THEY'RE THE NAMES WHICH RENDER MORTALS INSANE IN ORDER TO KEEP THE CITIES SECRET. THIS COVERT PLACE WAS TO REMAIN IN SECRECY UNTIL THEIR KING GOD, CTHULHU, WAS TO ARISE FROM HIS DEATHLY SLUMBER TO RETAKE THE WORLD.FOR HIS KIND.     "TIME FOR SOME FIGHTING AND FEASTING!"
"HSSSSSSSSSSS"! THE TREMORS WERE CAUGHT BY EARTH'S SEISMOGRAPHS. "A CHALLENGE ISSSSUED TO THE DEEP ONESSSS ISSSUED".
   LEGIONS SENT FORTH WORD FROM THEIR CITADEL, WHILE A STRANGE FISH LIKE LANGUAGE CAN BE DISCERNED FROM THEIR SANCTUARY OF WORSHIP FOR THEIR KING GOD. THE  10 FOOT TALL DEEP ONES ARE WORTHY ADVERSARIES. THEY WOULD MAKE GOOD TRAINING PARTNERS FOR OTHER DIVISION LEAGUES, BUT TO MIDGARDSORMR MERE SSSNACKSSS.
NOW THE MAIN COURSE. THE GOD KING CTHULHU EMERGES THROUGH A COOPER HOFSTEDLER LIKE DIMENSIONAL GENERATOR GATEWAY.
"WHO DARES TO DISRUPT MY SLUMBER?" THE IMMENSE (ALMOST AS LARGE AS JORMURGANDR ) HE APPEARS FRIGHTFUL TO BEHOLD. HIS CEPHLAPOID TYPE HEAD WITH WRITHING TENTACLES START A HYPNOTIC WAVING. .........MENTAL POWER SURGES EMANATE FROM THE BULBOUS GROSS HEAD, CREATING MADNESS IN ALL THAT SURVEY IT. EVEN HIS WORSHIPPERS USED TO THIS, ARE DRIVEN MORE INSANE BEFORE THIS WAS UNLEASHED ON THE WORLD VIA THE NECRONOMICON. ALL CREATURES OF THE NIGHT AND HORROR WERE CREATED IN THE MINDS OF MEN. HOW APPROPRIATE. THIS WAS PERFECT TRAINING FOR THE HALLOWEEN HAVOC LEAGUE WAR..
     SINCE MIDGARDSORMR ALSO HAD ALIEN THOUGHTS AND CONCEPTIONS THESE IMAGES HELD NO CONCERN FOR HIM AT ALL
THE PUPILS OF CTHULHU'S MANY EYES WIDENED. HE IS ACCUSTOMED TO CAUSING TERROR, BUT INSTANTLY RECOGNIZED HE IS FACING ONE OF THE ORIGINAL BEINGS.
THE WORLD SERPENT, USED TO FEASTING ON CREATURES OF THE DEEP, DODGED THE OLD ONE'S FEEBLE PHYSICAL ATTACKS, THEN POSITIONED HIMSELF BEHIND THE OCTOPOID BEFORE STRIKING BACK WITH VENOMOUS FANGS IMBEDDING GOD KILLING VENOM  AT THE MAIN NERVE STEM, DIRECTLY BEHIND THE MANTLE. THE DEEP ONES FLED IN ALL DIRECTIONS AS THEIR GOD KING BEGAN TO SUCCUMB TO A VERY AGONIZING DEATH.
AS QUICK AS THIS BATTLE SEEMED, IN ACTUALITY, IT LASTED OVER A FEW DAYS. DONE FEASTING, "I FEEL LIKE FIGHTING IN LEAGUE WARS". SIGNALING AND RECEIVING COMMUNICATIONS FROM ALL HIS DARK ORDER BRETHREN, THE POWERS THAT BROUGHT EACH MEMBER TO THEIR SECRET PLACES NOW RECALLED THEM BACK TO THE AGREED UPON COORDINATES. THE GREAT BLAST OPENED DOORS OUTSIDE THE HALLOWEEN LEAGUE WAR ARENA.
MIDGARDSORMR KICKED OPEN THE GATES. "WE ARE HERE TO CHEW BUBBLEGUM ND KICK ASS! WE ARE OUT OF BUBBLE GUM AND NOW WE WILL PROVE OUR LEADER INNOCENT BY COMBAT. WOE TO THOSE SELECTED TO STOP US!",  AS THE BLACK ORDER STREAMED THROUGH TO THE ARENA FLOOR..