LNH: Legion of Net.Heroes Volume 2 #53: "Kid Enthusiastic Ruins the LNH Forever!"

Andrew Perron pwerdna at gmail.com
Mon Feb 25 07:41:00 PST 2013

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| |-|                           \                  #53
| |-| []                        /    'Kid Enthusiastic Ruins The LNH
| | | [] egion of               \               Forever!'
| | | []__ [] []   []  []       / (Part of High Concept Challenge #35)
| | | [___][ \[]et.[]__[]eroes  \
| | |      []\ ]   [ __ ]       /      Written by and copyright
| |-|      [] []   []  []       \        Andrew Perron, 2013
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| | [ The cover shows Kid Enthusiastic ripping apart a copy of The 
| | Might Of Capt'n Quaalude #52. In a spiky speech bubble, he says, 
| | "I'm coming for YOUR comics next!" ]


[A Silver Age-style roster of characters in the form of a series of mug 
shots in little circles runs down the side of the title page:]

Roll call for this issue:
 o Kid Enthusiastic! Preteen scientific wonder with an eternally sunny 
   disposition and way too much energy!
 o Footnote Girl! 19th-century schoolgirl with the power to create 
   helpful pointers!
 o Masterplan Lad! Posthuman protector of time and space!


"Man," said Kid Enthusiastic, "after we found out how the Actual Very 
First Case of the LNH went down[*], I want to visit some of those 
long-ago founders!"

[* - see LNH v2 #50, true believers! - Footnote Girl]

"Hey, Footnote Girl!" waved Kid E. "You want to come with?"

"Oh! Sure." Petina tossed the footnote over her shoulder.

"Kid Enthusiastic... you know I'm standing right here." Masterplan Lad 
crossed his arms.

"Oh hi! Did you want to come too?"

"No!" He put his hands on his hips. "I'm going to stop you from causing 
damage to the timeline!"

"What?" Kid Enthusiastic flailed like a Muppet! "Oh come on! I may be 
eleven but I know enough about temporal mechanics to--"

"This issue is titled 'Kid Enthusiastic Ruins The LNH Forever!'!"

"...well, I'm sure it'll all work out in the end!"

Masterplan Lad posed dramatically with his umbrella. "I'm sorry, but I 
can't take that chance. Even though the Knights Temporal no longer 
exist, it is my duty to defend the timestream of the Looniverse. 
History must be protected, and you can't just go gallivanting around 

Masterplan Lad suddenly realized he was talking to thin air.


"You know, I'm reasonably certain that was a bad idea," said Footnote 

"So why..." *pant* "...are you still following me?" panted Kid E.

She shrugged. "Half of me wants to minimize collateral damage, half 
wants to see the fireworks."

"Good answer!" He leapt, punching the air, and flew thru the open 
doorway into the LNH Plot Device Room, making a perfect three-point 
landing before skidding on the Banana Peel of Destiny and crashing into 
a rack of Stuff, which, naturally, buried him.

"Oh <expletive appropriate for a character whose roots lie in 19th-
century school adventure>!" Footnote Girl dug frantically at the pile 
of Stuff before Kid E popped out, completely unharmed and holding a 
pair of armbands.

"Here we go!" he said, putting them on.

"What are those?" FG said, looking askance at the fashion accessories.

"The Bands of Timeslide! As you know, in many works of fiction that 
maintain a coherent cast of characters for long enough (such as the 
universe we live in), there's a sliding timescale that adjusts for the 
fact that the amount of time that's passed since the work began in the 
real world isn't the same amount of time that's passed in-story. These 
bands allow one to use that effect as a way of traveling in time - 
essentially, instead of traveling into the past, you can bring the past 
to you!"

Footnote Girl reached up and pulled the Goggles of Extraneous 
Exposition off Kid Enthusiastic's face. "Okay, so how do they work?"

"Hmmmm... looks like you tweak this knob to pick an event in LNH 
history... Beige Midnight... Retcon Hour... the Valentine's Day Ball... 
that time Carmen Sanfrancisco stole the LNHQ... the day Cheesecake-Eater 
Lad served pop-rocks-and-coke flavor... Anything-You-Can-Do-I-Can-Do-
Better Lad's bar mitzvah... Young Americans..."

"That's Omega."

"Right, sorry.... Here we go! Shortly Before The Cosmic Plot Device 
Caper!" He raised the bands in the air dramatically.

"WAIT!" Masterplan Lad skidded in, covered in honey and feathers.


"Um, you've got a little..."

"Never mind that!" He pointed at the bands. "If you use those to bring 
the founding LNHers into the year of this story's publication--"


"Yes, that-- you'll sap them of their powers that are based on the 
early Internet and 1990s comics fandom!"

Kid E's eyes widened. "Oh <expletive appropriate for a character whose 
roots lie in anime and post-Dark Age comics, which I guess would just 
be 'crap' or something>! Get 'em off get 'em off!"

"Okay, yes, let me just--"

"But first, get this open box of Sneezing Powder That Works Even On 
Cosmic Beings out of my hand!"

Masterplan Lad squinted. He sniffed. His face screwed up, he took a 
deep breath, and...

"Haaaaa-CHOO!" CLANGG! His fingers slipped, the bands crashed together, 
and there was a violent burst of light...

When it cleared, they were still in the Plot Device Room of the LNHQ, 
but the rack of Stuff had hopped back up on the wall, and was filled 
with unfamiliar items.

Masterplan Lad blinked, clearing his eyes. He looked up... "The Push-
Button Doomsday Weapon? The VW Scarab? The amulet of the Feminine 
Mystic? Oh, no..."

"Hey," said Kid Enthusiastic, "I think maybe you tweaked the knob a 
little-- why are those plot devices going all shimmery?"

"That's the effect of time catching up with us!" said Masterplan Lad. 
"Fifty years of time, to be precise! Look!"

They looked out the open doorway into the hall. There were net.heroes 
there, wearing long beards, psychedelic clothing, and symbols of love 
and peace - and they were shimmering, changing...

"These are backstory characters, created specifically to be tied to 
this one time period! Dragging them into the present shouldn't even be 
possible, but you've done it!"

Footnote Girl held the band up to her face. The indicator above the 
knob just read "1963". "Oh, no..."




Author's Note: Oddly enough, this issue started with an image that 
didn't make it in: the characters meeting the pre-CPDC LNH, where 
members were popping in and out of existence all the time, as later 
writers changed things to fit the needs of later stories. I'll give 
that one up to whoever wants it.

Andrew "NO .SIG MAN" "Juan" Perron, jumpin' jet age!

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