LNH: Classic LNH Adventures #278: Electrocutioner's Song Part One
Arthur Spitzer
arspitzer2 at gmail.com
Sun Mar 12 14:21:25 PDT 2023
And we're back in the past and can check the eyrie archive
once again.
And here's where you can find Electrocutioner's Song as well as other
LNH Crossovers:
https://archives.eyrie.org/racc/lnh/Crossovers/
And Now -- The Electrocutioner's Song!
This was probably the first LNH Crossover (the other stuff before
this were usually Multi-Writer cascades and add-ons to other
people's work).
The Writers for this Crossover are:
Jef "The KaTeFan(tm)" Kolodziej
Todd "Scavenger" Kogutt
Dave "Dvandom" Van Domelen
and Raymond "wReam" Bingham
First Off we have Halls Jordan and Cliche Dude #1 by Jef "The
KaTeFan(tm)" Kolodziej! What type of scissors will work best
to cut the trading card out of your laptop?! (What -- print it out?
Okay, that makes more sense!) How long will it take for the citizens of
Metropolis.News to come to their senses and give their city the way
better name of Net.ropolis?! And can Halls Jordan and Cliche Dude
beat Patrick Ewing's illegitimate sons in basketball?!!
And Finally we have THE 501 BLUES/RATTLER HIDE SPECIAL #1 by Todd
"Scavenger" Kogutt! Will Luri be offended that Rebel Yell can't
remember her last name?! Will Sufferyng use his catch phrase
'Sufferyng Suckytash'?! And is Ultimate Ninja a bit doofy or is
he The Doofiest Ninja EVER!?
Find out in...
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ADVENTURES #278
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Electrocutioner's Song Part One
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Subject: LNH : Electrocutioner's Song Advertisement
From: Jef Kolodziej
Date: Oct 15, 1992, 5:45:00 AM
The Legion of Net Heroes, a band of netters joined together to battle
evil netters wherever they lurk, must deal with
THE ELECTROCUTIONER'S SONG
(a story in 12 parts)
brought to you by the team of:
v129... at ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu
kog... at ucsu.Colorado.edu
sl at 859@cc.usu.edu
dva... at magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu
Can the LNH fight off such villiany as Table, Chair, Manga Man, or Mr. Minister?
Will the Wild Cards of the LNH universe (Ultimate Ninja and the Z-Team) aid
or help destroy the LNH?
The song starts off this weekend, in the DOUBLE_SIZED FIRST ISSUE of
the Halls Jordan and Cliche Dude regular series.
Also, get your collectable cards that comes with every issue.
This is a one-time offer, so you better reserve your issue, or will may
only get a second printing.
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"Reminds me of a case I had in Calulet City back in '66. It was a trucking
company. They were using their rigs to transport illegal peanut butter."
- Luther H. Gillis "A.A.P.I."
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Jef Kolodziej Cliche Dude (LNH) The KaTeFan(tm)
v129... at ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu State University of New York at Buffalo
History Major 51 East NorthRup
(716) 837-9610 Buffalo, NY 14214
Trading Card (cut here)
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| / / | | | | Children playing a grown-up |
| -------- ---- -------------------- | | game. Money buys all your |
| ( ___ | - | ___ ) | | friendships. This will be |
| | |r-t|| | |r-t| | | | your downfall. This time, |
| ----| |-------------------| |------ | | you will meet your match. |
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| or be part of the many vic- |
| tims that will fall under |
| my awesome power. The |
| choice is ultimately yours. |
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HALLS JORDAN AND CLICHE DUDE LS
Part one of the Electrocutioner's Song
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The Quietness of the Sheep
Going thru the demolished base of Y-Plex Burp, the evil
renegade from the past, Table, searches thru the wreckage, in hope
of finding a key to his past. He hopes to find the Ring of RetConn,
or the Cosmic PlotDevice, but if he finds them, he would consider
them a bonus to what he searches for. Suddenly, out of the corner
of his wooden eye, he realizes that his search was not in vain. Table
cannot believe that Plot-Error Man was totally forgotten about by
both the Legion of Net Heroes and the Un-Manned G-Men. Checking
Plot-Error Man's pulse, he finds it with great ease. In fact, it
seems his body has not been touched by time nor action since Plot-
Error Man fell unconscious from Table's use of his power. Table
picks up the body, and runs off, hoping not to get caught.
*********************************************************************
On a dark dusty road, a lone red pick-up truck travels onto
the sole destination which this road leads, Metropolis.News, home
of the Legion of Net Heroes. Inside the van part of the truck, a
woman, of about 23 years of age is driving with a man of similiar age
wearing a camoflauge colored fedora, a weather-beatan veteran of age,
and in back of the truck, a one-eyed cat, an incredibly lean man
wearing a completely gray outfit, and a black-clothed, pony-tailed
man cleaning an M-60. Their existance is known in only a very few
circles, but the path of destruction left behind them is great.
They are the Z-Team, mercenaries for hire. In the cab part of the van,
Z, the leader talks to the eldest of the bunch.
"Now Tunes, behave yourself this time. Spouting off your mouth
at those baseball players did not do them much of any good", Z repre
hending TNT Tunes Baby Tunes Tuberculous Tunes.
"I'm sorry Z, but you know how much I hate to lose, and when I
do, I REALLY lose."
"Be careful next time, or certain precautions may have to be
made next time."
"I understand, Z. By the way, do we still have to use these
stupid code names at all times?"
"You know what kind of security we have, Tunes. None. With
the exception of my cat, Coach, none of us are safe if our identities
are found out."
"Can't they trace Coach to you, though?"
"Not a chance. He has no identification on him, and if anybody
gets close to find any specific marks on him, he would easily kill them.
Trump, are we almost at Metropolis.News, yet?"
The blond female driver looks toward him and says, "We are about
2 miles from the city."
X replies, "Good. I have heard there has been alot of activity
there, and we should get a piece of the action. Stop the car."
The red pick-up truck halts, and Z steps out, heading for the
back of the truck.
"Vince, I want you to check out the city on your own. Meet us
at the City Hall in 5 hours. You should have a map to tell you where
everything is, Ok?"
"Ok. Let me do some exercises first."
The greyed individual gets out of the truck, and goes by the side
of the road, doing push ups.
"Mr. World", says Z.
"Yes?"
"Hide the guns properly. I do not want any police involvement
until we are ready for them, understand?"
"Quite clearly. Oh by the way, did you know that 2 members of the
Partridge family live there?"
"No, but that is not important right now."
Z gets back into the truck, and the truck speeds toward the city,
at the same time, Vince starts his run to Metropolis.News.
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"I thought you said you could play basketball?", yelled Cliche Dude,
after being beat by two of Patrick Ewing's illegitimate sons.
"I do. Today was a bad day."
"Bad Day??????? You call being beat 50 - 4, bad? What are you, nuts?"
"Well, yeah."
"Ok. I can respect that."
Halls and Cliche, picking up their towels and basketball, leave the
court, humiliated.
"Hey, Halls. We have to go back to LNH headquarters. I left alot
of my belongings in my room."
"That sounds like a good idea. I also have to sneak in this bug into
their computer so we can get alerts without the hassle." *
(*- as talked about in the Halls Jordan and Cliche Dude Mini-Series)
As Halls Jordan and Cliche Dude head toward LNH Headquarters, they
fail to notice a man in a dark cloak and hat following them. He lifts up
his right wrist, to use his communicator.
"Table, this is Manga Man. I am following them as you have
instructed. I overheard them saying they are heading to LNH headquarters."
"Keep following them. You know what to do."
"Understand. Roger Wilco."
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Back at the Legion of Net Heroes HeadQuarters, Sig.File Man has just
given out today's mail to all of the Legionaries, except for one lone letter.
It is addressed to SideKick Man. Sig tries to remember what had happened
to SideKick Man. The last time he saw him was during the big battle with
Dr. KillFile, Table, Y-Plex Burp, and the Time Crapper. Realizing his
disappearence, he decides to see if anyone else has noticed him around.
Going from one Legion member to another, he finds out that noone has
seen him since that battle. In desparation, Sig.File Man goes to the
main computer.
"Computer, can you find the location of SideKick Man?"
The computer replies coldly, "He is not within my scanning range."
"Do you know how to find him? Do you have any clue to his where-
abouts?"
"Insufficient information. More information is required."
"Damn."
Sig.File Man, remembering all of the good times he has had with
SideKick Man and Cliche Dude during their time with the Tantalizing
Teens(tm), sends out a call to all of the Legionaries. A large group
of them appear within minutes.
"Fellow Legionaries. One of our own is missing. His name is
SideKick Man, and he has been missing since the Cosmic PlotDeVice
incident." A few astonished looks come from the crowd while listening
to Sig.File Man. "We need to pull our resources together and find out
where he is, and to get him out of trouble. What do you all say?"
From the back of the gathering, a lone voice cries out,
"Let's Do It!!!!!!!!!" All of the Legionaries go crazy, and prepare
for the search of Sig.File Man.
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"I have done it!!", exclaims Sufferyng.
In his secret laboratory inside the 2-Many-Comix Comic shop,
Sufferyng is overwhelmed with joy. One of his most important projects
has come to fruitition. After finding active parts inside MoreLuck's
grave(living robot friend of the Un-Manned G-Men, who died during the
XtraOrdinary Agenda), Sufferyng has found the TransMode Virus.
"Now, it is time.", yelling at the top of his lungs, "LNH,
I know where you are. Now, you will pay!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Going to his Doomsday phone, he makes a quick call.
"Acton Lord. This is Sufferyng. The virus is ready. Meet me at
the usual place."
Loading his water pistol with the TransMode Solution, he hurries
off to the meetting place to deal with personal matters.
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Floating above Earth.News, a laboratory, unknown to any government,
holds one of the most dangerous foes the Legion may ever face. His name
is Mr. Minister. He looks out over the planet, eager to start his game.
As he walks away from the window, he smiles, thinking of his obscene plan.
To the normal observer, he seems to be a fictional character named
Colosuss from some dumb book about mutants, but in a preacher's suit.
As he reaches the main computer, his 3 employees come over to him,
As, Sist, and Ants.
"Boss, something has gone wrong with your plan." says Sist.
"I'll check with the computer. Squiggy, what are my henchmen
talking about?" asks Mr. Minister.
With a voice much like that of the character Squiggy from the
"Laverne and Shirley" show, the computer states "As I have stated, it is
impossible to create clones. Even with all of the corrections you have made,
there is 1 flaw you were not able to correct."
"Show me."
A screen is lowered from the ceiling, and goes all the way down to
the floor. It is filled with techincal jargan and mathematical formulas.
The only thing that can be made out is one name, Marvel_Zombie Lad. Ired
by this setback, Mr. Minister heads to the room that was made to hold
clones. When he reaches the room, he sees the problem is obvious to the
human eye. There are 5 versions of Marvel_Zombie Lad sitting around a
table. Unfortunately, the skin color for each clone gets somewhat darker.
"Darn. Squiggy?"
"What do you want?"
"Are you sure there is nothing that can be done about this?"
"Absolutely."
"We will go ahead with the plan. Use the first one, for now.
When we have an army of MZLs, we will be ready for the next stage of
my stupendous plan. Don't forget to place Table's calling card on him.
I don't want him left out of this."
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Table, carrying Plot_Error Man on his shoulder walks up to his
new base, a house in the rich district. A sign on the house says
"Table's SafeHouse." He walks in, and heads directly for his labortory.
Placing down Plot-Error Man in the Auntie_May Chamber, Table walks over
to the controls, and flips THE SWITCH. The room is flooded with a blue
light, and in the middle of the room, a figure starts to appear. Table
becomes anxious. His mind goes back to the memory when he saw her
re-appolstered(spelling?) to death. Suddenly, the blue light stops,
standing in front of him, back from the grave, is Chair.
to be continued....
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| +--------------+ REBEL / ______ ||Rebel Yell and the Ultimate Ninja
| |\*\ /*/| YELL/ / _____ \ || In the Nonsense File
| | \*\ /*/ | /{| <_*__*_> |} ||
| | \*\/*/ | / | | ||Two net.heroes: opposites yet the
| | > * < | / \ {---} / ||same. One the embodiment of an
| | /*/\*\ | / \-------/ ||idea. The other the personification
| | /*/ \*\ | / Ultimate ||of a genre. Allied in a never-ending
| |/*/ \*\| / +=={}============> ||battle against what they see as evil.
| +--------------+/ Ninja ||
| ____________________________________ ||What will you do when your battle
| THE ELECTROCUTIONER'S SONG ||ends? How will you be able to stop
+---------------------------------------||the tide as your world comes crashing
|down around you? It is to you two
|the others will turn in their darkest
|hour. It is you who will ultimately
|lead them to their dooms...
| (tm) LNH 1992
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THE 501 BLUES/RATTLER HIDE SPECIAL #1***ELECTROCUTIONER'S SONG PART 2
"A Snitch in Lime"
by SCAVENGER
Somewhere in the net.verse, a figure clad in a blazing red jumpsuit, adorned
with vicious looking spikes, turns toward Alt.Comics.Lnh. He senses that his
prey has once again appeared in that greatest of net.worlds.
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LEGION OF NET.HEROES HQ, NET.ROPOLIS
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
REBEL YELL woke with a scream. He guickly hit the comm bottom. "Luri,
quick, what's your last name?"
From the speaker, LURKING GIRL's lilting voice answered, "Uh, it's 'Girl',
Reb, why?"
"Good, uh, I'll explain later."
After fully waking up and showering, Rebel Yell joined Lurking Girl in the
Monitoring Room.
"So, what was that scream all about?" she asked.
"Oh, I just had this horrible nightmare. ACTON LORD was leading the LNH
and you were Lurking LASS again."
"That reminds me. You've yet to tell me who this Lass chick was!"
"Uh, well, gee. That's kinda a long story." Quickly changing the subject,
Yell said, "Uh, BTW, what's going on with the team?"
Frustrated, but knowing that her question would go unanswered, Lurking
Girl said, "Well, SIG.FILE LAD is leading a search for SIDEKICK LAD. BROWSING
BOY, TIME WASTER LAD, CALIFORNIA KID, SIDEWINDER, KID ANARCHY, THE FORGETTING
ONE, SUPER APATHY LAD, ORGANIC LASS, CATALYST LASS,and DOCTOR STOMPER went with
him."
"Damn, I wish they'd clear these missions with me first. It's no wonder
we're unorganized."
"Well, the ULTIMATE NINJA said it was ok."
"I guess that works. He _is_ co-leader. Where is he anyway?"
"Let'see....The Ninja is in HoloDecStation 2 (pridefully stolen from the
pages of _Undocumented Features_ by those wacky guys at WPI). He's running
that program where he kills you and the rest of the LNH, again. I don't know
why we let him join. He seems really weird!"
"The Ninja is a bit doofy, but he's a good hero, really. He means well,
his methods are just different."
"'A bit doofy?' Hell, Reb, he's the doofiest ninja in the world! Anyway,
that's about it. Oh, yeah, LIST LAD and ROSTERWREAM have been arguing over a
new roster format, but not much else seems to be going on."
"That's all ?!? Hell, I hope we have a cross-over soon. This place could
use some action."
"Well, CLICHE LAD and that HALLS JORDAN guy are trying to sneak into the
base."
"I guess we should see what they're up to. Signal TYPO LAD to join us in
Cliche Dude's room."
#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&
In a dark, forboding cave, somewhere on an endless road near Omaha (where
the dumb things dwell), forgotten machinery suddenly springs to life. "Now that
I've established an UPLINK to the Drizztsat, I'll commit evilness undreamt of!"
says an evilly looming figure.
The Drizztsat sends a beam across the net.void, latching itself to a post
fragment in Alt.Fan.Suicide-Squid. The beam pulls a bit of text back to the
Nebraskan lair.
"Using this text, and my reading copy of _The 501 BLUES_ part 5, I will
construct the first part of my plan for supreme revenge!!!"
A machine, looking a lot like a transporter from Star Trek, spits out a
form, a form dressed in garb signifying America's north.
The evil figure says, "Rise, my friend! Together we shall destroy the life
of he whom you were created to destroy!!! I, THE FAN.DOM OF THE ALT.RA AND
YOU, DAMN YANKEE, SHALL BRING REBEL YELL TO HIS KNEES!!!!
HA-HA-HAH-HA-HA<caugh>.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>LNH*LNH<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
"What's taking so long !?!"
"Hey, give me a break. They've changed the locks...Got it!"
Cliche Dude and Halls Jordan crept through LNH HQ on their way to Cliche's
ex-room.
"Can we hurry this up? The Legion may be fools, but their powerful fools,"
said Halls.
"Relax, we've got nothing to worry about. What's gonna happen? You think
we'll find a strike team waiting for us in my room? Hah."
The pair opened the door to Cliche's room and saw a strike team waiting
for them.
"Hey, Dude, welcome back. We've missed you." said Rebel Yell.
Halls shouted, "It's a trap! I'll cover our escape!" He pulled out a
bunch of cough drops, preparing to wreak havoc.
"T-Lad?" said Lurking Girl.
The cough drops suddenly became caugh drips which slid all over Halls'
hand.
"C'mon guys," began Yell, " this is an _ACRA-PHOBE_(tm) story--y'know, the
mature imprint?--we can curse here, and tend not to start fights everytime
two heroes get together, remember?"
"Really, we can curse? Cool! DAMN, uh HELL,neat...SHIT? Awesome. How
about >beep<? Hey!?!"
"Cliche, just 'cause it's mature does not mean we can be crude. Now what
do you two want?!?" asked Lurking Girl.
Halls responded, "We have come for Cliche Dude's belongings, and there is
nothing that you can do to stop us!"
Yell said, "Fine, have it, It's his stuff. We need the space anyway, what
with all the new members. Anything else?"
"No, that will be fine."
"Wuts taht?"
Cliche said, "What's what?"
"Taht! Taht thig taht luks lak u buhg?"
"It's nothing! It is certainly not a bug that I was going to sneak into
your computer ao that we can get alerts without any hassle." answered Halls.
"You idiot!" mumbled Cliche.
Rebel Yell said," Y'know, we'll be glad to stick ya'll on our mailing
list. Personally, I don't really care if Cliche doesn't want to be a member of
the LNH. It's not like we're forced labor. If you want to use of equipment,
for exercise, monitoring, or whatever, we can put you down as a reserve member.
All you'd need to do is come when we need you help in battling some cosmic
menace."
"What about Halls?"
"He's free to log in using guest privledges."
"Well, that sounds reasonable," said Cliche Dude, "You've got a deal."
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Outside headquaters, MANGA MAN has finished setting up some strange
futuristic looking machinery around the base. He speaks into his comunicator,
"TABLE, this is Manga Man. I am ready to unleash the Akira Wave. The puny
baka heroes will be caught forever in a field of existentist swirls, music, and
memories."
Table answered, "Then by all means proceed, Table out! {ohh CHAIR!}"
Manga Man prepares to hit the switch that will throw anime fury at the
net.heroes when he is rammed by that figure clad in a blazing red jumpsuit,
adorned with spikes, that was mentioned in section 1.
"AT LAST, I'VE FOUND YOU, YOU FIEND! PREPARE TO FEEL THE WRATH OF _PLOT
KING_!!! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES!!!!"
Rubbing his head, Manga Man asks, "And what crimes are those?"
"AFTER THE 2 1/2 MONTH GAP, A NEW STORYLINE WAS STARTED! IT WAS
PROGRESSING NICELY, THEN YOU POSTED THE FINAL PRE 2 1/2 MONTH GAP STORY!! THAT
CAUSED MUCH CONFUSION IN THE PLOTLINES, CAUSING MANY TO BE DISREGARDED
UNRESOLVED!!! THE CONFUSION THAT YOU SOWED HAS ONLY NOW BEEN CLEARED AWAY!!!!"
"You show your lack of culture, American slave to the sound bite. True
graphic literature, such as glorious manga, has no real plot! Just many events
happening in a chaotic fashion!!"
"YOU FIEND!!!!! YOU DESCRIBE AN IMAGE BOOK TO ME !!!?!!! FEEL MY
POWER!!!!!!!"
And with that Plot King throws himself at Manga Man. What follows next is
a battle filled with such power, such fury, such special effects, that it would
take Lucas, Spielburg, Zemetkis, and Burton combined just to do the story
boards....
(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(
A red pick-up truck drove by the scene of the fierce battle.
"Look, a fierce battle in front of the Legion headquaters. Should we
stop?"
"No, TRUMP, the LNH doesn't need our help fighting battles. Besides, we
need to meet Vince at City Hall."
"But Z, he won't be there for another 4 hours."
"True, TUNES, but we can scout out the place and get ready in case Vince
finds trouble."
"MEOW!"
"Good point, COACH. Let's go!"
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Aboard a mysterious labratory, orbiting far above the a.c.lnh, MR.
MINISTER prepares to launch the second wave in his plan against Table.
Addressing his army of MARVEL_ZOMBIE LAD clones, none of which had come out
perfectly, the man with AdamAnt (tm) skin says, "Now, YOU DON'T DRINK, YOU
DON'T SMOKE, WHAT DO YOU DO?"
The clones respond in unison, <<We cause mass confussion and chaos and
blame Table for it!>>
"Good, with Table eliminated, there will be enough ROOM AT THE TOP for me.
And if those GOODY TWO SHOES, the Legion of Net.Heroes, interfere, you know
what to do."
<<Heh, heh, heh>>
"AS! SIST! ANTS! prepare to launch the clones."
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Throughout LNHQ, MULTI-TASKING MAN's voice rang out, "Rebel Yell and
Ultimate Ninja report to the Monitoring Room imdiately! This is a code b-2
alarm!"
Rebel Yell, followed by Lurking Lass, Typo Lad, Cliche Dude and Halls
Jordan, entered the room, where the Ninja and M-TM waited.
"What's up?" asked Yell.
"There's trouble popping up everywhere! Some group of unidentified
costumed characters are snooping around city hall, Marvel_Zombie Lad is
apparently rampaging through downtown, and Net.Man: The Animated Series is a
repeat again!"
Lurking Lass said, "MZL? Isn't he dead? I mean dead AND in a coma?"
M-TM replied, "Yes, that's what makes this so troubling."
The Ninja spoke, "Rebel Yell, I think it would be wise to split up and
tackle these two menaces seperately. If it's all right with you, I will lead
a team to stop these City Hall invaders. After all you knew Marvel_Zombie Lad
better than I."
"I agree. Typo Lad, I want you to go with the Ninja. You can learn a lot
from him and his ninja techniques. I'll take Lurking Girl, Cliche Dude, COMIC
SNOB BOY, KID FROTHING-AT-THE-MOUTH, OCCULTISM KID, and OBSCURE TRIVIA LAD."
"But he's dead!"
"I know. I'm hoping that since MZL is also dead, maybe OTL can talk some
sense into him."
Halls said, "Cliche Dude and I are a team. You can not split us up!"
The Ninja said, "This is a cross-over. All teams get split up during
these things, that's the point. Now come, we will gather a strike force and
condemn these invaders to oblivion, for daring to invade our city!!!"
Rebel Yell said, "Be careful ya'll, when we meet these threats, it won't
be in the safety of a mature title. Be careful and expect the unexpected."
Cliche replied,"Hey, that's my line!!!"
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PLOT KING entered the monitor room. MULTI-TASKING LAD turned to him and
said, "Plot King, damn! I knew there was something else I wanted to tell REBEL
YELL and the ULTIMATE NINJA about. How'd the fight with MANGA MAN go?"
"I HAVE DEFEATED THE VILE CORRUPTOR OF PLOTS! HE CURRENTLY RESIDES IN THE
HOLDING CELL IN THE BASEMENT!!"
"Uhh, are you sure that's a good idea. I mean he is pretty powerful with
that armor of his..."
"NEVER FEAR!!! I HAVE SURROUNDED HIM WITH MONITORS SHOWING THE F.H.E.
VERSIONS OF ROBOTECH!!!! HE WON'T ESCAPE!!!!! NOW, I MUST PONDER WHAT I SHOULD
DO WITH MY LIFE, NOW THAT I HAVE VANQUISHED MY FOE!!!!! FAREWELL, FOR I AM OFF
TO THE VOID!!!!!!!"
And with that, Plot King flew into space, heading to news.groups unknown.
As for MT-M, he turned back to his monitors. Somewhere in the back of his
head, the memory of the last time the LNH held Manga Man captive began sending
off alarms.
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Arthur "Same Classic Channel. But Same Time? Probably not." Spitzer
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