LNH: Classic LNH Adventures #6: Looniverse Adrift! Part One
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Thu Apr 7 21:33:53 PDT 2016
On 2/23/2016 9:23 PM, Arthur Spitzer wrote:
> In this weeks reposting of stuff you can find in the eyrie archive
> we have the First Part of Ken Schmidt's and Joltin' Jeff McCoskey's
> Looniverse Adrift Crossover, which ran in LNH Comic Presents and
> LNH Triple Play.
A fascinating story, I must say! Definitely one of the classics.
> It is an area between the place where the world is considered real and
> the place they think is a creation of their keystokes,
That describes much of my life, honestly.
> "Dispense with the facade of pleasantries," said the figure veiled in
> shadows, the light emanating from the tip of his staff was devoured by the
> shadows hiding his identity. "Your motives for requesting my presence are
> unclear at this point, but by veiling them you have aroused my suspicions."
> "You may also dispense with your grandiose verbal patterns. You are
> not among mortals who might find it imposing."
> "Nothing. W...I want your assurances that you will not interfere
> with my plans, perhaps you could even be persuaded to assist. You were,
> at one time, a productive student. How much more could you have accomplished
> had this and other...distractions...not ate into your valuable time.
Ohhhhh don't *ever* say that to someone who's wasting time on the Internet.
> "Dot, was that *really* him and not some sort of fake?"
> ++Well, I'm not sure. It smelled like him, and it 'looked' like him,
> but it didn't quite sound like him, you know, the mindvoice was...off. Like
> a recording or something.++
I really enjoy all the abstract sensory stuff Dave uses. It tickles the blue
dangly bits of my intellect.
> A mortal and his machine. The contact was lost, but Master Workload
> had learned enough. The thought of his plans being thwarted by a silly mortal
> and his pathetic science was almost too much for Master Workload to bear.
I love the push-and-pull between different levels and types of villainy in this
> Multi-Tasking Man checked the trouble sensor readouts again. 'That's
> funny, there is only one contact, but there are three people on the video
> cameras.' Multi-Tasking Man's mind quickly formed many questions, but
> they remained unanswered when the trouble sensors picked up a new contact
> right behind hi-
> "Did he say Tsar Chasm? Did he say Tsar Chasm? It's PAYBACK time..."
> the rest was lost as Sarc flew down the stairs.
I always forget he uses an LSH-style flight ring. Interestingly, that's what
"flight.thingee" originally referred to, before it started being used for flying
> Ultimate Ninja's body was in motion, opening the window and slipping
> his body through it. He tensed and aimed at himself at Tsar Chasm, without
> him, the Webs would be next to useless...so he hoped.
Stairs taking too long? LITERALLY THROW YOURSELF OUT A WINDOW.
<reaction image from Cinderella III.gif>
> Sig.Lad was showing Particle Man the e-mail message from Constellation
> in his room. Sig.Lad was among the slowed down, but he ignored it as best
> he could. "This is odd. Why would the Stranger want Constellation, but not
> the two of us?"
> Irony Man was about to follow Sarc into the HQ when he realized that
> Ultimate Ninja wasn't moving anymore. "GUYS! Come back! I think Ultimate
> Ninja is DEAD!"
GASP! Has the Shinobi of Surly Safekeeping sincerely spanned the Sanzu? Will
Irony Man rise to the role of leader and point a new direction for the LNH in 1994!?
> Sig.Lad recognized the figure,"TSAR CHASM!"
We're really seeing a lot of his evolution over these reposts. <3
> "Who's dead, Irony Man?" asked Sarcastic Lad.
> "Uhm . . .this, dead guy right here . . . whoever he is."
> "But I Believe he's Breathing! alBeit Badly . . ."
THAT'S NOT HOW ALLITERATION WORKS FROTH RAEG
> Meanwhile, inside the LNHHQ, Captain Cleanup hustled towards the exit,
> only to trip up on an unseen object. "Oof. What in the . . ." To the
> Sanitary Samaritan's amazement the corridor was entirely empty. To his even
> greater amazement, he noticed his boots were ablaze.
I quite like this bit, tho.
> Censor Girl's eyes flared open. The refrain of "destroytheLNHdestroy
> theLNHdestroy . . ." that had made her recent days so pleasant had subtly
I'm still not sure where Censor Girl originally showed up.
> Still, that loss yet soured his sleepless dreams. He may be immortal, but
> his foes were not. And the vengeance of simply outliving an enemy is a pallid
> one indeed.
Oh my god you whiny nerd.
> An energy that was best described as a psychic wave, a psynami
If by "best" you mean "in the most 90s way" then yes <3
> As Deductive Logic Man, Jones could see subtle yet unmistakeable signs
> of dual occupancy in his stately English Manor. Not the least of which were
> the musical selection and the dark-clad body slumped over the stereo. Yet he
> clearly remembered living alone. In his inimitable way, Deductive Logic Man
> put two and two together and concluded . . .
> "What has the LNH done now?"
> "Thank you, Brother Napalm. I know that device is distasteful to you."
> "Not at all, Brother Nomex. We could hardly allow your invisible
> burden to enflame the LNNHQ, could we?"
These two are more "has a gimmick but has interestingly weird aspects that go
beyond the gimmick" characters, much like Hooded Ho`'od Win.
> "Certainly not, Brother Napalm."
> The pair made to enter the Med-Lab. From the shadows, the pair were un-
> wittingly under observation. <( I wonder . . . )> came a hushed voice.
> The lab's bed space had proven ill-equipped to
> handle the rash of mysterious comatose bodies that infested the LNHHQ, especially
> after the addition of a dark bird-woman with a twelve foot wingspan.
I've never really understood the Whole Thing With Vulcana.
> As most of you know, comatose bodies in
> strange costumes . . . " Dr. Stomper surveyed his audience, which included
> New-Look Lass. "That is to say, _unfamiliar_ costumes
> I mean, Bad Timing Boy's manning the Trouble Alert, so we'll know
> if anything evil or bad or something happens . . ."
> What little of humanity that remained in the cyborg had the eagerness
> of a child. How pleased Killfile would be when he saw how well she carried out
> his plans! Maybe afterward he wouldn't go away again, but reprogram her for
> _another_ task, then another . . . Censor Girl couldn't contain her excitment
> as she overlooked Tsar Chasm's lair.
See, this is wonderfully creepy and I really want to know more.
> There was no need to expend energy locating the
> -s mode "testonly" -s vu "on" -s dis "-dis" -s ucode "-ucode"Wave Inhibitor in
> he technological maze.
See, I don't *think* this was intentional, yet...
> An eddy in the psynami that washed over the Looniverse, and submerged
> Killfile's will, touched Master Workload. In the next instant, a foreign
> consciousness plunged into Workload's psychic pool. Dr. Killfile's body arched
> back as all his muscles contracted at once. The new arrival mentally made his
> presence felt in two words.
> "Who _dares_ ...?" hissed Lord Ebon.
Seriously, this is three super-high-level supervillains in one. @.@
> "Less. A lot less. You, Aeneas Romulus Boddy, are fictional." The ninja
> floats back as Aeneas absorbs the thought.
> Aeneas is silent for a moment. "Uh huh," he says incredulously.
> "I'll prove it," Ultimate Ninja offers. "You are immortal. You've made
> intelligent cockroaches, one of which attacked me. If I ever find out, I'll
> probably kill you three or four times.
> "That's supposed to be my writer?" Aeneas asks, pointing shakily.
> "You're like his alter ego. See that gray hat? It's just like yours,"
> Ultimate Ninja explains.
> Aeneas stares, his jaw hanging. After a minute of motionless silence, his
> mouth closes. The ninja slowly backs away. Aeneas gulps visibly, then speaks.
> "Kill me! Kill me now! Somebody please kill me! End it now, please!
XD XD XD I love it
Drew "making fun of your writer is great, I do it all the time" Perron
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