LNH: Classic LNH Adventures #17: The Omaha Project Part Four
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Sun May 15 17:55:33 PDT 2016
On 5/11/2016 11:17 PM, Arthur Spitzer wrote:
> Chapter Eleven is by Steinar Bergstol who wrote the series
> Reaper. One of those rare LNH writers from a non English
> speaking country (I believe from Germany).
AWESOME. :D Love 'em.
> And finally Thirteen, we have some more KM Wilcox and the
> introduction of the character Crane Call..
> "Those were LNHers in case you didn't notice! Do you think we could
> take out seven superheroes by ourselves?!"
> "Most of them don't even have combat abilities and we have submachine
Legion of Net.Heroes.jpg
> Confusion. Disorientation. Dizzyness.
> Windrider closes his eyes, reinforces his mental shields, and begins
> clearing his mind.
It's interesting. When I was young, I could only see how well-written this was.
Now I can see the flaws, but also, the amount of Fun Energy in it.
> lowering his shields, he prepares a mental probe...and then slams his
> shields back up again.
> <A huge amount of background psychic energy, and it's directed.
> Something noticed me...was coming to investigate...then lost me behind my
> shields. I'd better not risk anything psychic for now.
ooooooooh. :o Fascinating.
> The other LNHers are scattered around the area unconcious, although
> some of them are beginning to stir. Although the sky is a blank white,
> the ground appears to be normal dirt, and there are a few trees visible in
> the distance. The plain is deserted except for the LNHers, and no
> buildings are in sight, but there is a disturbing sense of presence like
> someone reading over your shoulder.
See, this is loose and messy but evocative. :>
> ==Brace yourself.==
> ==I can't teleport, and in order to move myself telekinetically I
> need an anchor to pull against. You're elected.==
Heeheehee. <3 Cute relationship.
> Pliable Lad stands up and brushes himself off. "What happened?"
> "Looks like that pocket of scrambled reality pulled us right in.
I note that this isn't how scrambled reality worked back in Looniverse Adrift!,
but who cares, this is fun. <3
> ==Multiple other minds...but all of them are completely psychic. No
> physical form. Wait a second...they're leaving.==
> "Good. One less thing to worry about."
> Windrider opens his eyes and stares directly at Pliable Lad. ==No,
> you don't understand. Some kind of door has opened, and they're invading
> the Looniverse.==
DUN DUN DUN. Good cliffhanger!
> The thing that used to be Peter Emmerson looks down at five mangled
We didn't need A Bunch Of Casual Kills to make the point, tho. Sigh~
> The intercom went silent and Mr. J.O. sat back in his expensive
> leather chair, thinking the kind of thoughts master villains think in
> their spare time.
"Would it be too ostentatious to remodel the Statue of Liberty to look like
myself? Or would that be just ostentatious *enough*?"
> "My friend. Your threats are extremely boring and unimaginative.
> Your language, such as it is, is laughable. And your, vocabulary I would
> dare say, is sadly lacking. Now please remove yourself from my immediate
> presence and start doing your job or I will have to put in my report the
> fact that you seem sadly unable to follow the most explisitely stated
daaaaaah please don't do Smart People Speech like this x-x
> "Samuel Anderson, Team 4 reporting. We have contact with several
> individuals standing near the crater. Most of them are wearing gaudy
> spandex costumes, one in particular would be possible to spot from miles
> away. Not only does he have the worst taste in costumes I have ever seen
> but he registers on the geiger counter as well....And he glows....."
> "Net.Heroes! Damn. This may complicate things."
> Gelatin shifted on the ground, and let out a groan. He lifted his
> head from the ground, and opened his eyes.
> Gelatin shifted around, and let out a groan. He lifted his head from
> the floor, and opened his eyes.
Please tell me this becomes a thing. XD
> "I am the keeper of lost story-lines. I am the one who makes shure
> that whenever a writer gets a wonderful story, that the author never gets
> around to the story, and it then becomes forgotten. For instance, your
> very own writer came up with a marvelous imprint called ASONS that was
> based on newspaper serials from the '30s such as Buck Rogers."
> The man then showed a pendent on his necklace to the group. Across
> the pendent clearly read "ASONS".
> "It was a very interesting idea. To bad he would never get around to
> using it." The man let out a small smile.
*gasp* YOU BASTARD
> "So, what does that have to do with us?"
> "Well, you see I work with not only unused ideas, but also ideas that
> are already in progress. Right now, I'm working on a particular story
> called 'The Omaha Project.'"
> "Wait a minute. Aren't we contributing to the story right now?"
> "Do you actually believe that people read your stories? Ha-ha-ha..."
> The laughter send a chill through the R-Men.
> "You think so? How about if I told everyone that I knew what the
> purpose of the Omaha Project was?"
> A worried look came across the man's face. "No you can't possibly
> know that! It's impossible! It's-"
> "What is it, Gel?" Vari asked.
> "The purpose of the Omaha Project was to find a way to break the
> fifth wall."
> < G A S P ! >
I really like this chapter. XD XD XD
> "What in the Sam Hill is going on in the Midwest?" Leonard
> Brushteckel, Fourteenth Executive Officer of Major Foods demanded,
> slamming the manilla folder on his desk.
This is a great paragraph.
> Three minutes later, there was a knock at the office door. "Enter,"
> Brushteckel said. The vent behind him popped open, and a man dressed all
> in black climbed out. "Call! If you were in the vent, who was at the
> "It was a distraction," Call answered. "If you'd been the enemy,
> you'd be dead, now."
> "Normally, I detest these games," the executive sighed, "but this
> time, your talents will be most useful...."
> "Mister Paprika!" the young executive yelled as he ran into his
> employer's office. "We're under attack by zombies or... You're not Mister
> "Yes, I am," the man behind the desk laughed, pressing a button on his
> high-backed chair. Instantly, the underling was vaporized. "I always
What? XD I'm so confused.
Drew "very LNH silliness" Perron
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