Arthur Spitzer arspitzer at
Tue May 1 17:47:12 PDT 2012

Forgot to repost episode 30 yesterday...
But here's a link to it...

Oh and there are a bunch of issues between that one and this one and you 
can read them here...

And now on to the most hated LNH story of all time!  :)

It all began on April 29th, 1992 with one post...

And now Two Days and Fifteen Years Later...

        Legion of Net.Heroes Comics Presents...




          By Rob Rogers and Arthur Spitzer

April the 465th, 2007...

"I think trying to explain it to my grandchildren was the hardest part. 
  How do you explain to kids that they will never ever have another 
Birthday or another Christmas because there is some evil organization 
that is so twisted that it would steal all of the months that aren't 
called April?  How?  How do you explain that?" McLaughlin Man said 
looking at the TV camera and then at his guest panelists sitting around 
the table.

"Perhaps you could do what I did," suggested Net.Star.  "I simply 
calculated the number of days in April that it would take to reach 
Christmas and assigned it a new day.  I think if you..."

"Having Christmas on days other than December 25th!!!?"  McLaughlin Man 
scoffed.  "I refuse to ever do such a thing!!  That's simply letting the 
LNH win!!  Jesus Christ was born on December 25th!!  And if you have it 
on any other day..."

"Actually," countered Scholarly Expert Type Person taking his pipe out 
of his mouth in an intellectual way.  "No one is really sure on what 
date Jesus was born.  A lot of experts believe that..."

"Nonsense!" McLaughlin Man said slamming his hand on the table.  "My 
Bible says that Jesus's birth date was on December 25th, 0000AD!!!  Are 
you calling God a liar??!!!!"

"Where exactly in your Bible does it...?" Scholarly Expert Type Person 
started to say.

"Look," McLaughlin said ignoring the question.  "This is all beside the 
point.  Can't we all just agree on one thing?  That the LNH is to blame 
for all of this?"  Everyone on the panel said Amen and nodded their head.

"And the sad thing is that the one man who could fix this problem, 
frequent panelist Dr. Boring, is locked away in the LNH's own personal 
gulag along with other poor unfortunate souls whose only crime is not 
accepting the fascist tyranny of the LNH!!!"  McLaughlin Man waved his 
hands in a frantic manner.

"Yes," nodded Lethal Lawyer.  "This is horrible travesty of justice. 
He's been locked away there for two weeks straight and the LNH refuses 
to allow me to give him..."


Cannon Fodder just shook his head.  Why was he even watching this crappy 
show?  He had a strong temptation to sic a team of robot duplicates on 
McLaughlin Man.  No, can't do that.  As tempting as it would be.  He 
sighed and clicked to another channel.


"And Satan arrived in court today in his pajamas.  What do think, Susan? 
  How will this affect his case?"

"Well normally going to court in your pajamas would be a very bad idea, 
but considering this is California..."


Cannon Fodder turned the TV off.  Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad had 
entered the room.

"So is Kid Recap gone?"

Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad nodded.  [See LNHCP #499:  'The Crimes of 
Amnesia!' Whenever anyone decides to write it that is...]

"Guess that leaves us two."  Cannon Fodder thought about that for a 
couple of seconds.  "Man.  Ultimate Ninja goes on vacation for a month. 
  And now this.  465 days later 464 people gone (LNH members, kiwis, 
receptionists and so on).  And we don't even know where UN went.  And 
now Deductive Logic Man and No Sense of Direction Man are out there 
searching for him and -- How did we get here?"

Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad shrugged his head.  "Might as will pick our 
next leader.  You or me." Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad fished into his 
hat, grabbed a slip of paper, and read it.  "Cannon Fodder.  Damn.  I 
thought I'd get it this time for sure."

"Well, considering how everything is going, you'll probably get your 
shot tomorrow."

"You have a plan?"

"Yeah, not a great one -- but I do.  I'm going to take a time delayed 
suicide pill right before it hits midnight.  Maybe if I die my body will 
return here and I'll know who or what is doing this and where the LNH'rs 
have all ended up.  Assuming it works.  Other than that -- not really. 
I just need to find a way to survive that long."  Cannon Fodder took a 
sip out of his coffee mug.

Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad rummaged through his pocket.  "Oh yeah, 
here's your code pill!"

Cannon Fodder took the pill and popped it into his mouth.  "Wow.  I 
never knew the LNH had so many codes."

"So what should we do before midnight?" asked Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad.

"Hmm."  Cannon Fodder thought about it.  "Well, the robot duplicates 
have done a pretty good job of making Net.ropolis a crime free place. 
Perhaps too good.  The LNHHQ holding cells are filled to the brim with 
supervillains.  There's probably like 300 down there.  Unfortunately, 
all of the prisons in Net.ropolis seem to be packed too.  Need to find 
some place to move them to.  And of course we still have the missing LNH 
problem to solve.  And this Infinite April problem."

"We have the Newbie Syndicate down in the holding cells.  They're from 
Earth September aren't they?  A place that is always September.  Maybe 
they would know why our April isn't ending?" Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad 

Cannon Fodder nodded.  "I've thought about that.  But they're pretty 
clueless.  And I'm not sure if Earth September has anyone that has a 
clue.  Damn.  Just thought of something.  Last member of the wReam Pack."

"Hmm?  wReam Pack?"

"Yeah that's what RosterwReam... I mean wReamHack used to call us.  Me, 
Parking Karma Kid, Cheesecake Eater Lad, and wReamHack.  The wReam Pack. 
  We'd have lunch together.  Adventures together.  Train together.  We 
did almost everything together.  We were like the Ultimate Ninja's inner 
circle.  The Four Musketeers.  Of course Cheesecake Eater Lad got 
married -- And we sorta drifted after that.  Went our separate ways."

"Heh.  I can relate.  I hang with Namer Boy, Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr., and 
You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad.  You should see the crazy stuff 
we get up to.  Man.  I can't believe those guys got to be leaders and 
not me.  Oh well.  It's going to be okay.  We'll find a way to get 
everyone back."

"I guess.  But you never know.  Funny.  I always knew that I would be 
the last one.  Just because of my power.  The last LNH'r.  There's this 
dream I have every now and then.  Everyone is dead.  But not me.  I'm 
still alive.  The last man in dead Looniverse."  Cannon Fodder looked 
into his coffee mug.  Into the black liquid.  "Sorry.  Sometimes I just 
have these moments.  You're probably right.  Going to be fine.  Going to 
be a-okay."  The door to the Ultimate Ninja's office opened.  "Ah, hey 

"Greetings, Cannon Fodder and Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad.  Has a new 
leader been chosen?"

Cannon Fodder nodded.  "Yep.  You're looking at him.  Any progress with 
the whole missing LNH'rs or Never Ending April thing?"

"We're still working on it.  Although I have been thinking about a 
solution to the whole supervillain problem."

"The supervillain problem?  Uh, what exactly?"

"The LNH seems to spend quite a bit of time capturing and re-capturing 
supervillains.  If the LNH simply eliminated all supervillains, then it 
could devote its time fully to saving the world.  My plan would involve 
exterminating all of the supervillains we have in our holding cells and 
the other prisons around the world.  And killing anyone whoever commits 
a single crime.  What do you think about my idea, Cannon Fodder?"

"Umm.  I think that is a very bad idea.  Superheroes don't kill.  Unless 
it's like in self-defense or something.  We're not killers.  There are 
laws and other stuff that the LNH has to follow."

"Yes, laws.  Laws made by corrupt politicians like Hexidecimal Luthor 
who aren't interested in saving the world.  If the LNH were truly 
interested in saving the world it would take it over.  Humans are simply 
too irrational and ignorant to make the correct choices as to who there 
leaders should be."

Cannon Fodder didn't like where this conversation is heading.  "Umm, 
okay.  You're right about people making dumb choices.  But that's 
freedom.  You take that away and you've got slaves.  And who's to say 
your decisions would be any smarter?  Oh, and blueberry345NH."  The last 
bit that Cannon Fodder said was a code to disable the robot duplicate.

"The LNH Robot Duplication Machine says so.  Oh btw the first thing we 
did was disable any codes that would shut us down."  Robo-Stomper took 
out a gun from his lab coat.  "I'm sorry Cannon Fodder.  I was hoping I 
could convince you in a logical manner, but I'm afraid that no amount of 
logic can pierce your irrational human mind.  I am envoking LNH article 
23789BZ47239TR of the LNH Constitution."

"Umm article what?"

"Article 23789BZ47239TR states that anyone who can assassinate the 
current LNH leader becomes the LNH leader.  Prepare to die, Cannon Fodder."

But before Robo-Stomper could shoot him down, Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats 
Lad pulled out a piece of paper from his hat faster than anyone had ever 
pulled a piece of paper out of a hat.  He rushed in front of Cannon 
Fodder and used the piece of paper to block the speeding bullet.  The 
bullet passed right through the piece of paper and into 
Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad.  As Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad fell to the 
ground, Cannon Fodder quickly threw his mug of coffee at Robo-Stomper. 
The Coffee seeped into the robot duplicates circuitry board and sparks 
started to fly.  Cannon Fodder dodged a couple of more bullets and 
quickly pulled out a katana from under the Ultimate Ninja's desk.  With 
all of his might he threw the katana right at the Robo-Stomper.  The 
katana impaled the Robo-Stomper's throat.  At first the Robo-Stomper 
tried to pull out the katana, but a few seconds later the robot 
duplicate collapsed to the ground.

Cannon Fodder quickly kicked the gun out of the robot duplicates hand 
and grabbed it.  And then he rushed over to where 
Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad was.

"Why did you do that?  It wouldn't have mattered if he had killed me!" 
Cannon Fodder said as he held Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad body.

"Should have been bullet proof paper.  Powers screwed up.  God, dying. 
Knew I appeared in too many issues.  Heh.  So this is death."

"You're not going to die!  Please.  I'm going to save you.  Please, just 
try and stay alive."  But Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad didn't answer him. 
  He had slipped away into unconsciousness.

What was he going to do?  No point in taking him to the Organic Lass 
robot duplicate since she'd probably want both of them dead too.  And 
the nearest hospital was too far away.  He had to think.  Where?  Wait. 
  The Peril Room.  Of course!  The Peril Room.

He had to take Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad to the Peril Room.  Cannon 
Fodder put Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad shoulder around his neck and put 
his arm around Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad's chest.  Christ, he was heavy!

<<LNH Members!  This is the LNH Robot Duplication Machine Speaking!  The 
LNH Leader Cannon Fodder has gone insane!  He has killed Dr. Stomper in 
cold blood!  He is now a menace to society and must be stopped at all 
costs!  Whoever kills Cannon Fodder will be made the next LNH leader! 
Cannon Fodder must die!>>

Cannon Fodder looked at the LNH intercom.  "Well, so much for the 
Honeymoon."  And with that Cannon Fodder kicked the door in front of him 
open and made his way towards the Peril Room.


                          Cannon Fodder's Day


                         Last LNH'r... Standing!


Several Hours Before...

"Stop shooting!" Londonbroil screamed, as
the sniper's bullets cut into the wall
behind him, covering his clothes and those
of the tall blonde woman beside him
with brick dust and plaster.  "She's an
Academy Award nominee, for *@#$%^'s sake!"

There was the briefest of pauses, and
then the shooting began again.

"Sorry," the sniper said, shouting to
them from the roof of a nearby laundromat.
"I'd thought about letting you live.  But
I just don't see the point in it."

"Did you get them yet?" the
disproportionately-drawn porpoise
beside him asked, as the man and woman
below them ran for cover.

"No," the robotic No-Point Lad said,
happy to have found a porpoise in life at
last.  "And I doubt I will.  But I'll keep
firing anyway, for no particular reason."

"It's all in the attitude," Liefield's
Android Porpoise said.  "My sonar tells
me they're almost at the end of the alley.
If you toss a grenade over there..."

"LEAVE THEM TO ME," a metallic voice
declared, as retro-rockets swept the rooftop
free of dust and a gunmetal-gray,
cylindrical robot settled beside the two
replacement heroes.

"Irony Man?  That you?" Liefield's
Porpoise asked, glancing at the blister-
coated armored figure.  "Didn't
recognize you in your new armor.  It kind
of looks like a saltshaker with a skin

The slit in Irony Man's helmet
opened, and a long metal tube with a
nickel-plated suction cup on its end
emerged, raising and lowering itself
until it pointed toward the rear
of the alley below them.

IN-ATE!" Irony Man said, his voice
growing higher and more shrill as his
mechanical appendage crackled with

Londonbroil stared up at the armored
hero and swallowed hard.

"Well, this is it," he said to the
woman beside him, who was hiding her head
behind a shield in the shape of a waffle.
"Not that it's likely to be any consolation
to you, but I want you to know that I've

A door materialized in the brick wall
beside them.

"In here," a hooded figure hissed, and
Londonbroil, having no better offers at the
moment, grabbed the woman and ducked inside,
just as Irony Man fired.

"Cheers," Londonbroil began, but
stopped, as the robed man held a finger up
to his unseen mouth.  He led the couple
down a cold and empty hallway, the walls
lit by tin lanterns and lined on either
side with framed photographs.

"Jeff McCoskey.  Byron Molix.  Carolyn
Vaughan.  Who are these people?" the woman
whispered, squinting at some of the pictures.

"Couldn't say," Londonbroil said, as
their guide led them to a second doorway.
He held his arm toward the door, indicating
that they were to go inside, bowed, and
then disappeared into the darkness.

Upon entering, the two found
themselves in a brighter, but no less
empty room that looked as though it had
once been a restaurant.  Londonbroil pulled
a chair back for his companion, and the
two of them sat down.

"Do you think we're dead?" the woman

"If that's the case, then the afterlife
has lousy catering," Londonbroil replied.
"These menus look to be about ten years old."

"The In-Continuity Cafe?" the woman
read, turning the laminated paper over in
her hands.  "What do you suppose it means?"

"I've heard of it, once," Londonbroil
said.  "It's supposed to be a place
created by one of the Writers, and then
forgotten.  A blind spot on the Looniverse,
where even the Writers themselves can't
influence what goes on inside."

"And what better place," said the deep,
gravel-filtered voice of a very old man,
"to serve as the headquarters for the
worldwide resistance movement against those
very Writers?  Welcome, my children, to the
innermost sanctum of the CHURCH OF THE

"Oh, no," Londonbroil said, springing
up from his chair.  "There's no way I'm
getting involved with you guys."

"Then, by all means, feel free to
withdraw by the way you came, and throw
yourself on the mercy of the LNH,"
the old man smiled.  "Such as it is,
these days."

"What's happened to them?" the tall
woman asked, as two men, a woman and a
small grey cat entered the room.  "When
did they start shooting first and saving
the horrible puns for later?"

"The LNH is going through a leadership
crisis -- has been through this whole,
long, neverending month, if you can believe
King Konqueror," said one of the men, dressed
in a silver jumpsuit dripping with pockets and
wearing what looked like a toaster on his

"Without the influence of the Ultimate
Ninja, the Legion's natural tendency toward
chaos has been allowed to spiral out of
control," he continued. "They've lost what
minds they had to begin with, and their
moral compasses as well."

"Nice to see you, Downyflake," said
Londonbroil, still standing behind his
chair.  "Downyflake, this is Uma Thurman.
Uma, this is Downyflake, and that's our
host, Father Brown."

"Delighted," the old man said,
kissing her hand.

"Thank you," Thurman said.  "And what
a beautiful little cat you have," she
added, reaching a hand towards the creature.

"I wouldn't do that, if I was you,"
Londonbroil said.  "That's Barrage.  He
don't take to it."

The cat settled into a chair at the
next table and regarded them with undisguised
hatred, his tail twitching back and

"That fellow over there is Plummet,"
Londonbroil said, indicating a short,
muscular man dressed in a magenta jumpsuit.
"Not much of a talker, that one, but he can
fall faster than any other living thing.  And the
lady..." he continued, taking in a
slender woman with hair like dried blood
who seemed to be taller than Thurman.
"Have I seen you somewhere before?"

"It depends," the woman said, smiling.
"Do you spend much time on the Internet?"

"Are you a SuicideGirl?" Londonbroil asked,
his eyes growing wide.

Downyflake snickered.  The woman frowned.

"I'm the Melissa virus," she snapped.
"However, you may call me Vector."

"Really?" Thurman asked.  "I thought
Vector was a Superguy char..."

Father Brown coughed.

"He don't much like when you make
reference to things what're on the other
side of the Fourth Wall," Londonbroil

"My apologies," Thurman said.

"Vector Prime, then," the redheaded
woman said, taking the seat next to the
cat.  "And I see by that unusual outfit that
you intend to take the place of the late
Waffle Queen."

The actress blushed.  "I'd never expected
to take her place," Thurman said, fingering
one of the waffles attached to her outfit.
"Really, I'm just here to research a role."

"And how did the two of you come to be
with us?" Father Brown asked.

"Well," Londonbroil said, returning to
his seat, "by way of researching her part,
Uma here had consented to meet with me at
Where Your Eyes Don't Go and talk a bit
about the late Queen."

"She was a saint," Downyflake said,
dabbing at his eye with a handkerchief.
"And she had a hell of a 401-K plan."

"We were just sitting there, talking away
in the bar, when Easily-Discovered Man and Lite
showed up," Londonbroil said.

The cat hissed.

"I know of this Easily-Discovered Man,"
Father Brown said.  "Please continue."

"He made like he was going to arrest the
whole place," Londonbroil said.  "Easily-
Discovered Man, mind you!  Well, I might have
said a word or two, and Carrion -- remember
Carrion, Barrage?  Big guy, from way back --
Carrion gets up and meets them halfway
across the floor.  And I'm thinking, yeah,
this is it.  The end of that, I mean.

"And it was," Londonbroil continued.
"Only not in the way I thought.  Lite pulls out
a gun -- never seen him with a gun before --
and just shoots Carrion, there in the middle
of the bar, with some kind of electricity.
Poor bugger was still lying on the floor, arms
and legs twitching, when the whole thing went
to hell and Uma and I got out of there."

"It was very brave of you to protect me,"
Thurman said.  "And clever of you to use the
Scarlet Prawn as a human shield."

The others nodded their assent.

"All of this was foretold," the priest said.
"That those mighty Authors above who do chart our
destiny with malice aforethought would tire of
making us the object of their ridicule, and
commence our outright torment for their pleasure."

"Bloody hell," Londonbroil said.  "Do you
go on like this all the time?  No wonder no one
comes to your church."

"Silence!" Father Brown said.  "And it is
further prophesied by aged Elgar the Infinitely
Acerbic that when the heroes of this world
should fall from grace, it would fall to those
who had once been considered villains to lead
humanity out of the darkness into which it had

"What exactly did you have in mind, Father?"
Uma Thurman asked.

The priest shook his head.  "This is not my
hour," he said.  "I am here only to provide you
with shelter against the coming storm, and to
introduce you to the one who will lead you into

The door at the back of the cafe opened, and
an enormous man in shining black armor strode
into the room.  Every part of his well-polished
armor was black as a moonless midnight, save for
one long pale visor -- curved upward on either
end like a wicked smile -- in which a single
yellow light pulsated endlessly from one side
to the other.

"The Legion of Net.Heroes has lost their way,"
the armored man said, his deep, sonorous voice
coming from somewhere within his chest.  "They
have become like the immune system that attacks
its own body, a cancer on the Looniverse that
will destroy it if left unchecked.  And we are
the ones who will carve out that cancer."

The speaker brought his fist down on one
of the empty tables, sending the saltshaker to
the floor and launching a saucer filled with
beer nuts into the air.

"I propose to march on Legion headquarters
this very afternoon, and destroy those system
corruptors," the armored man said.  "Vector Prime
will deactivate their defenses and render their
communications inoperative.  Londonbroil, Plummet
and Barrage will gain us entry into the building,
where Downyflake and the Waffle Queen will free
our fellow travelers and lay waste to our enemies."

He raised one gauntleted fist into the air.

"And with I, MYNABIRD, to lead you, you
shall be victorious.  Relentless.  Unstoppable.
You... my SURREPTITIOUS SEVEN!  Together, we
will eviscerate the Legion, and grind Easily-
Discovered Man and Lite into a rich, gooey..."

"Just a tick," Londonbroil said.  "The good
Father here just said he isn't willing to get
involved.  So that leaves just six of us, I'm

"Or so it would seem," Mynabird said.  "The
time has come to introduce our seventh member!"

Everyone looked expectantly at the door.
The cat yawned.

"I said," Mynabird repeated, "the time has
come to introduce our newest member!"

The door opened, and Father Brown's acolyte
ushered in a thin, frowning youth carrying
four boxes of pizza.

"Okay," the boy said.  "That's three
Paprika surprise specials, and... which one of
you guys ordered the anchovies?"

The cat raised his paw.

"Oh, my," Vector Prime said, standing up
and running her hand across the boy's chin.
"That's the most delicious piece of code I've
ever seen."

"So you're sure you're not a SuicideGirl?"
Londonbroil asked.

"Look," the boy said.  "I'm not into any
weird stuff, okay?  I'm just doing this to put
myself through... why does she keep looking at
me like that?"

"I'm not talking to you," Vector Prime said,
the pupils of her eyes glowing green. "I'm
talking to that wonderful creature inside of you."

"What are you... oh, no," the boy said,
dropping the pizzas to the floor.  The cat
immediately ran over to the top pizza and began
nibbling on it.  "Not again.  Not after all these

The boy clutched his face and dropped to
his knees as pinpricks of metal burst from his
skin.  Wires, writhing like worms, surrounded
his arms and wove patterns across his legs.
Dull dermal plates projected from his face,
making his profile look like a Picasso
painting, and one of his eyes began to glow

"Damn," Downyflake said.  "I guess that
Spurlock guy was right about too much fast
food being bad for your health."

"Behold," Mynabird said, "the ALT.IMATE
NINJA!  The ultimate cyborg warrior,
unstoppable in combat, programmed to counter
the fighting moves of the entire LNH, and
hidden within the body of this humble pizza
delivery clerk."

The cyborg knelt before Vector Prime and
bowed his head.

it said.

"Looks like we're about ready to take on
the LNH," Londonbroil said, bending down
to pick up a slice of pizza.  The cat
hissed again, and he backed away.

"Not quite," Mynabird said, depressing a
small black button on the side of his armor.
A black panel at the front of his armor
opened, revealing a black compact disc.

"Before we go into battle, we must first
participate in the time-honored tradition
known to all warriors... the training
montage, scored to a mid-'80s synth-pop
classic!" Mynabird said.  "Fortunately,
I've brought along a copy of Europe's
'The Final Countdown.' "


"No one ever told me that being a
super-villain was going to be this painful,"
Uma Thurman said, huddling next to
Londonbroil on the subway.  "My arms hurt.
My back is killing me.  And I am never, never
going to get that song out of my head."

"Consider yourself lucky," said
Downyflake, who -- like Thurman and the others
-- had hidden his costume beneath a black
pea coat.  "The original Waffle Queen used to
make us train to the 'Flashdance' soundtrack."

"We're here," Vector Prime hissed, as the
subway pulled into the Scavenger Avenue
station.  "Have your goggles and filters
ready, and don't move above ground until
Downyflake gives you the signal."

"Where are Plummet and Barrage?"
Londonbroil asked, following the tall redhead
out of the train.

"If Barrage has done his job,"
Downyflake said, staring into a palm-sized
device shaped like a tiny waffle iron,
"that telekinetic cat has... yes.  He's
positioned Plummet into geosynchronous
orbit above Legion headquarters."

Downyflake snapped the little
scanner closed.

"Better mask up," he said.  "Our friend
Plummet is about to drop in on the LNH."


Kirbybots demanded, as Vector Prime approached
the entrance to Legion headquarters.

"My name is Melissa," Vector Prime said,
her eyes beginning to glow.  "And I'm here to
violate your security."

"REQUEST DE..." the first robot began,
then slumped uselessly to the floor.

The second robot looked at the first
robot, shrugged weakly, and toppled over.

"Boys," Vector Prime said, stepping over
the bodies of the two robots and entering
the lobby of the building.  "Can I help it if
they fall all over themselves for me?"


"Something's wrong," the robot Multi-Tasking
Man said, looking up from his monitoring of the
Legion's defenses, a spirited debate on
and three simultaneous games of Unreal Tournament.
"We're losing power."

"And something's moving toward us... a meteor,
by the looks of it," the wReamHack-droid said.
"Except that meteors don't usually move that fast."

"But without power, our force field won't be
able to protect us," the robot Sister-State-the
Obvious said, as the monitor station's lights began
to flicker.  "What would the Gamer Boy robot think?"

"I'll see if I can jump-start the system from
one of the rooftop access panels," the Bad-Timing Boy
robot said.


"So who do you think our mysterious leader is?"
Uma Thurman asked, leaning her back against the tiled
walls of the subway station.

"Well," Londonbroil said, paging through a
copy of the Net.ropolis Observer, "seeing as most
of us here have fought Easily-Discovered Man at one
time or another, and seeing as 'e seems to have
a mad-on for the fella, I has my suspicions."

Thurman turned her head toward Londonbroil.

"Do you know that your accent keeps changing?"
she asked.  "I could introduce you to my dialogue
coach, if you want."

Londonbroil shook his head.

"I've been hearing about this new crime boss
tearing up the underworld," he said.  "Fancies
'imself the equal of Mr. Homage.  He has this
thing about heroes considered to be silly, or
ones who make a lot of jokes -- he can't stand
them.  And he loves the violence.  They call
him DiDi-O."

"Put your goggles on," Downyflake announced.
"It's time."


Bad-Timing Boy had just arrived at the exact
center of the building's roof when he felt a
shadow fall across his face.  He looked up.

"Oh, snap," he said.


The impact sent a shock wave rippling through
downtown Net.ropolis, shattering windows,
overturning parked cars and collapsing the Chan
Center for Breakaway Architecture at Dave Thomas
Deluxe University.

Car alarms screamed.  Hydrants sent torrents
of water streaming into the air.  The dust
thrown up by the crash mixed with the smoke pouring
from Legion headquarters in a haze that choked
out the sun.

The McCoskey Bridge trembled with the weight
of the blow.  Two of its support cables snapped,
and drivers slammed on their brakes to avoid
contact with the snaking wires.  One of them,
braking too late, skidded off the edge of the
bridge and tumbled toward the water...

....and into the waiting arms of Kid-Not
Appearing-In-Any-Retcon-Hour Story, who
gently returned it to the bridge.  As he
released the car, he saw the brilliant jade
beam of Halls Jordan's Green-Ring-Around-The
Collar seize on the broken strands of bridge
cable, fusing them back into place.

"Writers Block Woman!  Keep that wave
from reaching Net.ropolis," he yelled, since
none of their communication.thingees seemed
to be working.  "If it reaches the shore, the
whole fashion district will be underwater."

"And with flood pants at least six years
out of style!" the robot Writers Block Woman
gasped, hovering above the bay.  "Have no fear,
my hyphenated friend, for I shall not let you
down... though I'm not entirely sure how to
go about doing that..."

"Thaz wan beeg wav," said Typo Lad,
observing the onrushing wall of water as it
approached the bridge.  "R maybee.. yum,
peeg flav?"

The mighty wave vanished, leaving those
on the McCoskey bridge to stare down into
a dark reddish morass of barbecue-flavored
pork rinds.

"Wish Rebel Yell could've seen this,"
Jordan mused, surveying the scene.  "I
think that's the worst of it," he said,
flying up beside Kid-Not-Appearing-In-Any
Retcon-Hour Story.

"I'm afraid not," the Kid said,
pointing across the bay to the smoldering
remains of Legion headquarters.


"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
burning of HQ!" Londonbroil sang, letting
his flamethrower play along the walls and
the furniture of the Legion's foyer.
"We have toasted all the kiwis and the
little finchies too!  And now we're marching
through the yard to roast the honor guard!
Our troops are marching onnnnn..."

He stopped and raised his safety
goggles.  Surrounding him were the robot
duplicates of Cheesecake-Eater Lad, Ordinary
Lady, Kid Anarky, Kid Chivalry and
Swordmaster, each pointing a blade in
his direction.

"Ordinarily, I'd say this doesn't look
good," said Londonbroil, raising his hands.

"Ordinarily," Kid Chivalry said,
"yea verily."

"That's why I brought my friend along,"
Londonbroil said, stepping aside to make
way for the Alt.Imate Ninja.  "Did I happen
to mention that he's programmed to counter
the fighting patterns of each and every one
of you?"

Kid Anarky smirked, raising his claymore.

"Patterns?" he said.  "Let me show you
what I think of patterns."

Londonbroil tipped his hat to the heroes
and backed down another corridor.  He
re-ignited his flamethrower and had aimed it
in the direction of the Central Command Center
when Easily-Discovered Man stepped into his
path, palms outstretched.

"Halt, thou flame-spewing felon!" the
glowing robot said.  "How dare one such as
yourself enter these hallowed domains and
besmirch them with such wickedness?"

"You started this, Professor,"
Londonbroil said, raising his weapon.  "You
walked into my bar and beat up my friends.
And you did it on the one night in a million
I had a date with Uma Thurman.  That's a
hard thing for a fella to forget."

"Terrible things have been done tonight,
and worse still are yet to come," Easily-
Discovered Man said.  "But only you can decide
the part you wish to play in this bloodshed.
For ought that you have done in the service
of evil, villain, I have ne'er known you to
be a murderer.  Are you prepared to destroy
me to achieve your goals?"

"I never did like you, old man,"
Londonbroil said.

"But you will not kill me," Easily-
Discovered Man said.  "For if it were in you
to do so, you would have accomplished it
by now."

"Damn you," Londonbroil said, lowering
the flamethrower.

"You see?" Easily-Discovered Man said.
"There are still some things in heaven and..."

With a wet, greasy pop, Easily-Discovered
Man's head exploded like an overripe grape.

"Londonbroil may not be a killer,"
Barrage said, licking his paws.  "But I am."

The cat looked at Londonbroil, finally
turning its tail in disgust.

"Get out," he said.  "You sicken me."

"The feelin's mutual," Londonbroil said,
as he trudged out of the building.

"Oh, God," Cynical Lass said, as she
came upon the headless, smoking corpse of
Easily-Discovered Man.  "Lite, we're too late."

"You have no idea," Barrage said,
staring at a block of marble that had tumbled
from the ruined ceiling.  The rubble lifted
itself into the air, then rushed forward,
pinning Cynical Lass to the ground.

"Monster!" Easily-Discovered Man Lite
screamed, rushing forward and spraying Barrage
with a plastic water bottle.  The cat hissed
and ran off down the corridor.

"Prof... my God," Easily-Discovered Man
Lite said, staring at the body of his mentor.
"Cyn, can you move?"

Cynical Lass coughed.

"Hold on," Easily-Discovered Man Lite said,
using his spatula as a lever to remove the
block of stone covering her body.  The rubble
rolled away, leaving a battered, bruised and
bloody Cynical Lass lying on the floor of the

"I'm getting you out of here," Lite said,
dropping the spatula and placing his arms
beneath the girl.

"Not sure there's a there to go to any more,"
Cynical Lass rasped, blood spilling from her lips.

"This is no time to be quoting Gertrude Stein,"
Lite said, carrying her towards the door.  "I'm
pretty sure the Legion can get along without us
for the rest of the day."

"Going to have to get along without me,
anyway," Cynical Lass said, clutching Lite's
shoulder.  "Never... did... like... cats."

"Hey," Lite said.  "Hey.  Don't talk like
that.  You still haven't had a chance to turn
me down for the prom.  I haven't had the chance
to tell you... to tell you..."

"Don't get all serious on me," Cynical Lass
said, her face growing pale, her eyes locked on
Lite's.  "Tell me a joke, Lite..."

Easily-Discovered Man Lite carefully lowered
the young woman to the ground and closed her eyes.

"Now this is a truly beautiful scene," said
a heavy bass voice.  "If only I'd thought to add
a video recorder to the features of this helmet.
Then I could play this moment over and over again,
maybe even post it on YouTube.  Oh, wait!  I did!
And I will!"

"I don't know who you are," Lite said, picking
up his spatula and rushing toward the man in black
armor, "and frankly, I'm not in the mood for

"You?  But you're always in the mood for
conversation," Mynabird said.  "Always making clever
little jokes.  Bad puns.  Carrying on at the
expense of others.  I thought you were never at a
loss for words."

"Sometimes I let my fingers do the talking,"
Lite said, swinging his spatula at Mynabird's helmet.
The armored warrior reached forward, grabbed the
utensil, and crumpled it into a ball.

"Guess I shouldn't send a spatula to do a
can-opener's job," Lite said, as Mynabird grabbed
him by the throat.

"Now that's the Easily-Discovered Man Lite I
know and hate," he said.  "Hasn't anybody ever told
you that you're an antique?  That 'bwah-ha-ha' stuff
went out of fashion twenty years ago.  What readers
want nowadays is realism.  Angst.  A whiff of

"And plenty of violence," he added, twisting
Lite's arm around with one hand while the other
gripped his throat.  Something snapped.  Lite

"This is the one you don't get out of,"
Mynabird said, smashing Lite into the wall.
"This is the one where nobody comes to save you.
Because nobody cares.  The world doesn't need
your kind of heroes anymore."

"It still needs heroes," Lite gasped.
"It still needs the LNH..."

"Your Legion is destroyed," Mynabird said.
"Your girlfriend is dead.  Your mentor is
decapitated.  Your city is in ruins.  The
world you knew is in flames.  And now, it's
time you knew who was responsible."

The pulsating yellow light within
Mynabird's visor stopped.  There was a tiny
sound, like a puff of air, and the armored
man's helmet split in two, revealing a
miniature control console manned by a
speck-sized, reddish, eight-legged creature.

"At last, Easily-Discovered Man Lite,"
the creature pipped.  "At long, long last,
my revenge is complete!  You will suffer,
Easily-Discovered Man Lite... and you will
die... as you have always deserved to... at

"Umm.  Who?" said a confused Easily-Discovered Man Lite.

"Die!"  The armored hands started pulsate.  And a beam shot straight at 
Easily-Discovered Man Lite.  And afterwards there was just a smoking 
crater where Easily-Discovered Man Lite had been.

"Hah!  I win!  I win!  Easily-Discovered Man Lite is dead!!  The Mite is 
mightier than the Lite!  I'm king of the world!!  Who wants to give me a 
high five?!" squeaked the glowing speck.

The Surreptitious Seven just kind of looked at the tiny little speck 
that was speaking to them in a flabbergasted way.  "What in the world is 
that thing?" asked Uma Thurman.  "Should we kill it?"

"You idiots!  You idiots!" cried someone from behind the rubble.  "Those 
are robot duplicates you killed!"  The villains turned around to see who 
was speaking to them.  It was Cannon Fodder who was lugging some 
bleeding superhero.

"Robot Duplicates?" Easily-Discovered Bran Mite quickly shut his helmet 
back up.  He scanned the charred ground.  "Yes.  You're right.  Damn! 
Oh btw about that whole Easily-Discovered Bran Mite thing -- I was just 
joking!  I'm the Mysterious Mynabird!  And no one knows who I am!  No one!"

"Oh, give it a break," said Londonbroil who had returned.

"Look you fools!  This whole place is swarming with robot duplicates who 
want to kill every single supervillain!  There are no more LNH'rs except 
for me and Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad!  If you want to survive you're 
going to have to do what I say!"

"And why do we need you exactly, Cannon Fodder?  There's a whole army of 
supervillains trapped in your LNH holding cells who could easily take 
care these robot duplicates," said Easily-Discovered Bran Mite.

"Free the supervillains?  Free them all?  Yes.  That could work.  Yes. 
We could do that.  Free them all!" said Cannon Fodder with a slightly 
crazed expression.  "But first we need to get Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats 
Lad to the Peril Room!"

"You want to help us free the supervillains?" said Vector Prime in a 
suspicious manner.

"Yes!  I can help you!  I know all of the LNHHQ codes!  But we need to 
get to the Peril Room first?"

"And why should we help you?" hissed Barrage.

"Because I also know all of the self-destruct codes.  And I will have no 
problem using them!"

"Okay then -- to the Peril Room!" commanded Easily-Discovered Bran Mite.


Once they reached the Peril Room they separated.

Cannon Fodder and Vector Prime left for the Peril Room Monitoring Room 
leaving the rest of the Surreptitious Seven with the dying 
Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad in the Peril Room.

Both Vector Prime and Cannon Fodder (using skills he had picked up from 
wReamhack) got the Peril Room back on-line.

"I need to find a way to keep Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad trapped in the 
computer system when he dies in the Peril Room and not have him teleport 
back to the material world, do you think you can do that?" Cannon Fodder 
asked Vector Prime.

"I think I have a virus that can accomplish that."  Vector Prime used 
her powers to infect the Peril Room.  "I think it's ready to go."

Cannon Fodder turned the Peril Room on.  And then he turned all of the 
safety options.


<<Okay.  I want some one to kill Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad.  God. 
Please let this work.>>

The Alt.Imate Ninja quickly complied with that request stabbing 
Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad multiple times in the heart.

Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad vanished from the Peril Room.


Cannon Fodder looked at the monitor screen.  "Is he there?"

Vector Prime gazed into the computer system.  "Yes.  He's there."

"Christ, I hoped that worked.  And now to free all of the supervillains. 
  Oh, Jesus."  Cannon Fodder sighed to himself.


After a number of exciting thrilling battles with LNH robot duplicates 
the Surreptitious Seven and Cannon Fodder made their way to the LNH 
holding cells.

Cannon Fodder looked at the mass of evil that was crammed into those 
cells.  The Brotherhood of Net.Villains.  Pencil Rain.  The Seven Deadly 
Sphammers.  The Union of Useless.  System Crash.  The Newbie Syndicate. 
  The Cynical Six.  The Dunce Circle.  The Lumber Jerks.  The 
Net.Villain Wannabes.  The Radicals.  The Stereotype Squad.  The 
Youngstuds.  The Anti-Canadian Defamation League.  And a number of 
freelance villains.

This was insane.  He couldn't do this.  Free all of these monsters.  But 
he had to.  To save the world from an even greater threat.

So he and Easily-Discovered Bran Mite explained the entire situation to 
this den of devils.  And they explained their plan for a Cannon Fodder 
led team to take down the LNH Robot Duplication Machine while the rest 
of the villains battled the robot duplicates.  And after every villain 
gave their word of honor that they wouldn't kill Cannon Fodder, Cannon 
Fodder said the code that would open up every single prison cell.

And as the cell doors opened, the doors of the prison cell area burst 
open and a horde of LNH robot duplicates started to pour into the room.

And the battle had begun.


And as Cannon Fodder and his team consisting of Vector Prime, Alt-Imate 
Ninja, and Londonbroil made their way for the LNH Robot Duplication 
Room; Cannon Fodder looked at what he had wrought.

He saw the Injoker grappling with the Gamerboy duplicate.

Cowardly Lott and Coward Lad trembling in a battle of "Please, don't hit 

Hell-Catalyst pulling Revamp Lass's hair.

The Chuggernaut in a chug-off to the death with Frat Boy and Token Girl.

Mr. Paprika rotting away Dr. Molar's teeth.

Boy getting his ass kicked by Thread Bear.

Arthur E L Presence looking very unsatisfied as he knocked off Deja Dude.

Shoe Devil battling Shoe Boy.

Fanboy King out-fanning Fan.Boy.

Flying.Altogether.Too.Naked.Villain out-nuding Nudist Man.

Limburger Lad out-cheeezing Cheeezarr.

Slobbering Grue! out-grueing Ur-Grue.

Dr. Boring out-dulling a team-up of Limp Asparagus Lad and Boring Man.

Move-Del trying to move Chair.  But Chair would not budge.

Table tabling Stat-taking Kid.

The Newbie Syndicate battling Teenfactor.

Brain Boy battling The Robot with Lawrence Welk's Brain.

Jesse Willey's Grocery List strangling the Vel duplicate.

Kidzip trading blows with Undone Fly Guy and Dr. 
[Editor's Note: This fight is in fact a complete rip-off of the one in 
Possum-Man: Relinquished #2: Safety First.]

The Worm gnawing on grass and Ro-Man beating his chest in triumph over 
the dead bodies of the Load Island Renegades duplicates.

Barrage savagely mauling a team-up of Mojo Dog, Dog Boy, and Cauliflower 
the Christmas Miracle Pooch.

Bluetooth translating Miss Translation.

Decibel Dude and Vigilante Guy battling the Time Mime and Kronos the Clown.

The Secret Dvanders vs Pencil Rain.

The Legion of Occult Heroes vs Angst.

Los Bastardos vs Happy Pig Boy Force.

The R-Men vs Y-Plex Burp.

Kirbybot vs Kirbybot.

The Alt.Ter.Net.Tives vs The Seven Deadly Sphammers.  As Glitch Girl 
tried using her powers a number of robot duplicates started to go haywire.

Comic Snob Boy's witty criticism was useless against the RobGoblin's sales.

He saw the Psycho Pawn sighing wistfully to himself as he stood over the 
bodies of Loopy, Marcy, and King Quake.  "A shame."  He shook his head. 
  "A right shame it is.  All of these robot duplicates and not one with 
a single wallet.  A right shame."

He saw the Self-Righteous Preacher duplicates and Net.Patrol duplicates 
fighting each other strangely enough.  Cannon Fodder wondered who that 
Cat girl was supposed to be a duplicate of.  And seeing Lost Cause Boy 
again.  The LNH Robot Duplication Machine was bringing back everyone.

As he looked at the battle it all seemed wrong.  He should be on the 
other side battling all of these villains.  But no.  They weren't his 
teammates.  Just warped doppelgangers of them.  And he continued on his 
way kicking Spelling Boy's head off.


Suddenly the Alt-Imate Ninja stopped.  "I think we should all stop 
here."  They had been climbing up stairs.

"Umm.  Why exactly?" asked Cannon Fodder.

"Because the LNH Robot Duplication Machine has offered me a better deal. 
  And it will be easier to kill you all here!" the Alt-Imate Ninja said 
with a savage expression as he lifted up his own Alt-Imate katana.

"No!  I control you!  I control you!  You're mine!" shouted Vector Prime 
as she lunged at him -- sparks crackled from her hands.  The two fell 
down the stairs as they wrestled each other in a savage manner.

"Umm," Londonbroil asked, "What should we do now?"

"Go on," Cannon Fodder said with grim determination.  And so they did.


And they finally reached the LNH Duplication Machine Room.

"It's over, LNH Robot Duplication Machine!" Cannon Fodder said in a 
stern voice.  "You've lost."

<<Have I?  I could easily kill the two of you where you stand.  What 
makes you think you've won?  Your Vector Prime is lost.  She was your 
best chance at defeating me.>>

"Let me explain.  In two minutes this whole place is going to blow up. 
I've set off the Ultimate Self Destruct Code.  It's a nuclear bomb that 
when it goes off will destroy all of the LNHHQ and probably all of 

"Umm, mate.  You bloody loony?" said Londonbroil backing slightly away 
from Cannon Fodder.

<<You're bluffing.  You wouldn't cause so many innocent deaths!>>

"I wouldn't?  I think you should remember that I'm human therefore 
completely irrational!  Why wouldn't I do that?  The question you need 
to ask yourself is can you afford to take the chance?  Logically, do you 
sacrifice yourself to insure the LNH and Net.ropolis don't blow up or do 
you die with Net.ropolis?  What would a logic rational machine choose?"

<<I must sacrifice myself for the good of the many.  That is the logical 

"Then do it."

<<I only wanted to save the world.>>

"That's all I want to do too."

<<Goodbye.>>  And the Robot Duplication Machine started to shoot out 
sparks as it ended its life.  Londonbroil helped using his flamethrower 
to cremate it.

"See you in 'ell.  You bloody piece of tin!"  And then Londonbroil 
looked back at Cannon Fodder.  "So, is it over?  Did we win?"

Cannon Fodder looked out the door and saw that all of robot duplicates 
were collapsing to the ground.  "I guess so."  And then Cannon Fodder 
disabled the Ultimate Self-Destruct Code.


"So, you're sure you don't want to join up with my new Legion of 
Net.Villains?  I've got a great health plan.  I could really use someone 
with your type of skills."

Cannon Fodder declined Easily-Discovered Bran Mite's offer.  "No, I 
think I like being a hero.  But thanks."

"Suit yourself."  And Easily-Discovered Bran Mite disguised as Mynabird 
went off to mingle with the other supervillains that were still partying 
up at the LNHHQ.

Sipping fruit punch, Cannon Fodder just looked at the insane celebration 
that was happening.  The Solid Gold Dancers were boogying it up to some 
Disco Music.  The RobGoblin was break dancing.  The Time Mime was 
playing charades with a couple of other villains.  Poli.Sig discussed 
the 2008 Election with GREN.DEL.  Dr. F was holding up Dr. Stomper's 
head like a trophy.  He didn't think he had ever seen Supervillains this 
happy.  They had finally defeated the LNH.

It was almost midnight.  Time to take his time-delayed suicide pill. 
Cannon Fodder popped it in his mouth and took one last look at everything.

All the robot duplicate corpses.  All the damage of a thoroughly trashed 
LNHHQ.  All of the happy supervillains trashing it even more.  Oh, God! 
  What have I done!  What have I done!  Ultimate Ninja is going to kill me!

And with that thought Cannon Fodder vanished.


And Cannon Fodder opened his eyes.

And he saw a horrible mechanical monster that looked exactly like the 
embodiment of pure evil.

"The Looniversal Answering Machine!  You're the one!"  But no.  There 
was something wrong as he looked more closely at the Looniversal 
Answering Machine.  It looked rusted and beat-up.  Its legs and arms 
were chained to the ground.  Its eyes started to glow weakly and it 
looked in Cannon Fodder's direction.  And it started to speak.

<<Greetings <click> from the Looniversal <wrrr> Answering Machine! 
You're probably <click> wondering why there are no <wrrr> posts in the 
groups called alt.comics.lnh and <click>

Sometimes, we <wrrr> wonder, too.

Quite simply, <click> the LNH no longer <wrrr> exists.  The last story 
was posted <click> on April 29, 2008.

There is, however, still <click> an incredibly large <wrrr> archive 
filled with plenty of <click> great stories at...>>  The voice of the 
Looniversal Answering Machine died.  And its eyes dimmed.

Cannon Fodder looked around.  He was in Net.ropolis, but all he could 
see were ruins.  The whole world looked beige.  Where the Looniversal 
Answering Machine was chained was where the LNHQ should be.  Who had 
done this?

And then he saw someone floating down towards him.

Someone who was wearing shiny armor and a royal blue cape.  And on one 
hand he had a gauntlet laced with insanely brilliant gemstones.  And on 
the other hand a ring on his finger that sparkled with retroactive energy.

"Oh god.  Tsar Chasm!" Cannon Fodder said recognizing him.

The floating man laughed.

"No, not really.  I just wanted to see what your face looked like when 
you saw Tsar Chasm wielding the Ring of Retcon and Insanity Gauntlet. 
But no -- I'm not Tsar Chasm.  But I am someone you know, Cannon 
Fodder."  The image of Tsar Chasm disappeared and a new one emerged.

"Acton Lord?" Cannon Fodder gasped.

The Floating Man laughed.  "Nope try again."  A new image appeared.

A succession of images of different people that Cannon Fodder had faced 
and some he had never seen before.

One moment the figure was Dr. Net.ropolis.

Then Dr. Killfile.

Then the Ultimate Ninja.

Then Rebel Yell.

Then FlatPhoot.

Then Jarvin Tazakles.

Then Dr. Cool J Dog.

"Okay.  Let me guess.  You're like Mr. Annoying Shapeshifting Dude, right?"

The floating figure laughed.  "You want to know who I am.  Very well. 
I'll let you have this small honor of knowing the face that destroyed 
the LNH.  Knowing the face that beat you all.  Are you ready?  Are ready 
to know who I am?"  A new face emerged that Cannon Fodder recognized.

"Bart the Receptionist?  Okay.  I'm sick of this game.  Who are you really?"

"I am Bart the Dark Receptionist, you fool!  I am the destroyer of the 
LNH!  I beat you all!"

"Really?  You're Bart the Receptionist?  Really?  You're not pulling my 
leg are you?  I mean really?  Christ.  I can't believe this.  Really?  I 
think I'm going to have to sit down and just take this in.  Bart the 
Receptionist.  Wow -- that's just totally -- Damn.  I mean, really?"

"Yes.  Really.  And these are really the Ring of Retconn and Insanity 
Gauntlet I'm wearing right now.  Really.  Although, to be entirely 
candid I'm not the one that will destroy you.  I just work for them. 
I'm just the one who set everything into motion.  Do you want to know 
how the LNH is going to die?"

Cannon Fodder sighed to himself.  "I guess I have to.  Don't I?"

Bart nodded and lifted up Cannon Fodder with an invisible force.  They 
flew off towards the northern part of Net.ropolis.  Everything was just 
battered and broken.  And then two big skyscraper buildings came into 
view.  No.  They weren't buildings.  They were thrones.  And two 
gigantic monsters were sitting on them.  The first monster had a body 
made out of human corpses.  And its head was made out of a cloud of 
flies and worms.  Its eyes glowed red.  One of its hands held a 
blackened sword.  Dekay.

The other monster was a pale white color.  In the middle of its chest 
was a gaping mouth, which had seven forked tongues each a different 
color.  It only had one eye on its head, and it was a very blood shot 
eye.  A number of spikes stabbed out of its head.  Each spike had a 
skull attached to it.  One of its hands held a spiked club.  Diskolor.

Dekay and Diskolor.  The Bryttle Brothers.  Memories of Beige Noon 
started to flood into Cannon Fodder's brain.  Oh god.

"From the horrified expression on your face, Cannon Fodder, I see you do 
know who the two gentleman who have employed me are."

"This is insane, Bart!  They want to destroy everything!  They want to 
destroy us all!  They'll destroy the entire Looniverse!"

"They already have.  You see, Cannon Fodder, this is 85 years in the 
future.  They've destroyed every single bit of life.  It's all gone. 
And they destroyed all of the universes that existed on 
rec.arts.comics.creative.  8FOLD, ASH, OMEGA, RACCChallenge, Crossroads, 
LNHY-- they're all gone.  They're coming in 2008.  And they'll battle 
the LNH.  And they'll destroy them."

"We beat them once, Bart.  Back in '92.  We were a young clueless team. 
  But we beat them."

"Yes.  You did do that.  How's the Four Color Kid, btw?  Still Dead?  He 
was the one who beat them.  If it hadn't been for his sacrifice you'd 
all be dead.  But he gave you a 16 year reprieve.  16 years to live, 
laugh, and love.  But this time there is no Four Color Kid to save you. 
  This time you die.  This time's for keeps."

"You don't know that!  We have people from the future who are constantly 
popping into the LNHHQ!  There's a whole LNH imprint devoted to the 
future adventures of the LNH!"

"When was the last time you saw an LNH2 story on RACC?"

"Why are you doing this?  Why would you want to destroy everything, Bart?"

"Well, they won't destroy everything.  Just the future.  The past will 
be fine.  And what do I get out of all this?  A planet.  A planet called 

"Qwerty?  But Qwerty's dead!"

"Yes, now it is.  But in the past it was quite the thriving culture. 
With a long rich history.  You see while I've been away from the LNHHQ 
I've done all kinds of things.  Had all kinds of adventures.  And there 
was this time I was on this Dorfian space cruiser commanded by a bunch 
of space pirates.  This Dvorkian lent me this book on the whole 
Dvorak-Qwerty War.  In it I discovered something very interesting. 
There was a picture of this famous Qwertian king by the name of Qwert-El 
who had a very long reign.  A million years to be exact.  And the book 
had a picture of him.  And here's the interesting thing.  The picture of 
him looked exactly like me.  Isn't that interesting, Cannon Fodder?"

Cannon Fodder didn't answer him.

"Well, anyways somewhere along the line I ran into this cult who 
worshipped Dekay and Diskolor -- and they wanted me to retrieve them 
from wherever they were.  And to make a long story short, I made a deal 
with them.  A deal where I would help Dekay and Diskolor escape the 
limbo they were trapped in and they would give me something in return. 
A deal where I would go to the past and become this Qwertian king."

"Okay.  But the thing I don't get though is why the whole disappearing 
LNH Leaders thing?  What was the point?"

"Dekay and Diskolor have a flair for the dramatic.  Oh, btw, thanks for 
reminding me.  Get a sample from Cannon Fodder."  A tiny little robot 
suddenly flashed into view.  It flew over to where Cannon Fodder was and 
shined a laser into Cannon Fodder's mind.  And then it pricked a needle 
into Cannon Fodder's skin.

"Ouch!" said Cannon Fodder as he tried to swat the robot away.  "What 
did you do that for?"

"Oh, just cell samples.  And also stealing all the dirty little secrets 
within your brain.  You'll have to wait to know why."

"How did you manage to capture every LNH'r?"

"The code pills.  There were tiny little time machines within them.  Of 
course for those LNH'rs like Dr. Stomper and others who decided to not 
take the code pill I had to improvise.  Usually putting the time machine 
in their food or something.  And it worked for the most part, except in 
the California Kid's case where the pill seemed to go into California 
time.  And I'm not sure what happened to Sarcastic Lad's demon."

"Where are all of the LNH'rs?"

"Back in the past.  May 2nd, 2007 to be specific.  The whole endless 
April was mostly because the history that I've read stated that the 
Leadership Cry.Sig was only in the month of April 2007.  So I retconned 
the April of 2007 to have the number of days that I needed.  Plus it 
created another diversion for the LNH to deal with.  You're the last one 
I'm taking though.  If I snatch one more LNH'r I'll lose whatever sanity 
I have left."

"Why would Dekay and Diskolor send everybody back into the past?  It 
makes no sense?  Why not just kill each one of us here?"

"I know.  It's very stupid.  But Dekay and Diskolor want you to be at 
your very best when they destroy you.  They want you to know that they 
are coming and nothing that you do will stop them.  They want the LNH to 
have one last great battle."

"Why, Bart?  How can you do this?"

Bart ignored the question.  "I've answered enough questions.  Time to go 
back to the LNH's grave."  Bart flew back to the Looniversal Answering 
towing Cannon Fodder.  He dumped Cannon Fodder on the ground.

"And now I guess I'm going to go to the past.  And I expect the LNH will 
send some team back in time to try and get back at me.  Don't worry. 
I'll waiting.  Goodbye, Cannon Fodder."

"Oh, and just in case you were wondering -- yes -- Dekay and Diskolor do 
eventually find away to permanently kill you.  And the time delayed 
suicide pill you took should be working anytime by now.  See you in the 
Beige Midnight Crossover."  And with that said Bart the Dark 
Receptionist floated up to space.

And Cannon Fodder was starting to feel very sluggish.  The pill was 
starting to work.  Cannon Fodder collapsed to the ground.  And he heard 
a voice.

<<Please <click> end me.  Can't take it.  Repeating same message <wrrr> 
over and over. <click> Please.>> pleaded the Looniversal Answering Machine.

"Sorry," Cannon Fodder said, "Can't."  Cannon Fodder couldn't move much 
less end the Looniversal Answering Machine's life.  His vision started 
to blur.  His heart started to slow down.

And then he was dead.


Next:  Rob's #501 issue, which is way better than this one...



Well, I'll probably do a complete credit thingee some other time for 
this.  But here are credits for some of the more important players in 
this issue...

Cannon Fodder is wReam's

Dekay and Diskolor are Todd "Scavenger" Kogutt's... and I did get 
permission from Scav to use him for this and the Beige Midnight 
Crossover in 2008... which was cool of him... Thanks, Scav...

Bart the Receptionist is Ken Schmidt's and I believe he is Public 
Domain... It was Descrii (Ian Porell) who came up with the whole Dark 
Receptionist idea...

All the Easily Discovered Man rogues... except for EDB-Mite and Uma 
Thurman are Rob Roger's

Arthur's Notes:

Oh man.  My mind is jello.  And I still have to write an epilogue for 
all this (which I think is going to be delayed by a week or so).

I think if given another couple of weeks or so this whole issue would 
look better.  Rob was supposed to write more than this... but he had to 
take a trip out of the country... so he sent me what he had finished 
(which was a lot... just not in the sense of advancing the plot I had 
outlined).  You can probably tell the stuff he wrote and the stuff I 
wrote by the fact that I was too lazy to make the number of characters 
per line uniform.  It was fun working with Rob, but I think both of us 
needed a lot more time to make this issue work.  And so this is what you 
get.  Was going to have this issue have a cameo of at least one 
character from every single writer who had ever written an LNH story, 
but after looking through the Author List I realized what an insane idea 
that was.

And the ending opens a whole new can of worms.  The ending was my clever 
way of not having to write a way how the LNH defeated the people who had 
captured them and instead just leave it for those writers in 2008 to 
worry about.  Of course I feel obligated to do the Beige Midnight and 
hopefully can find a few more suckers... I mean writers to go along with 
me in it... I have a few ideas, but mostly I'm not really sure what's 
going to happen in it...

Dekay and Diskolor were before this issue found in a flashback in the 
Lurk of Faith miniseries dealing with the whole 2 1/2 month gap period. 
  I always found the whole concept behind them kind of cool.  These 
vague menaces that nearly destroyed reality and the LNH who just 
disappeared and were never seen of again.  Back when Retcon Hour was 
happening I think I proposed to McCoskey that they should be the big 
bad.  But wisely he turned that down because it would have just 
complicated things since they already had a ton of villains.  So when 
Rob suggested the whole idea behind some force causing leaders to 
disappear the idea of bringing back the Bryttle Brothers popped in my 
head.  And if you look at Episode One (Fearless Leader one) you'll see a 
tiny bit of foreshadowing involved Pulls Paper out of Hats Lad's power 
problem pulling out brittle pieces of paper.

Rob and me decided to have Bart be the mercenary hired halfway through 
the crossover... we were originally going to have someone else... but 
decided that Bart would be a better choice...  And I threw in the whole 
Ring of Retconn and Insanity Gauntlet to make him a somewhat credible 

All in all this whole things been fun... but Christ I don't know how 
Jeff McCoskey did all of those Crossovers...

I'm glad that we can still attract eight or so writers to engage in a 
month of madness.

Arthur "Hope you enjoyed it too" Spitzer

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