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 Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:42 am
::...Powering up...::
::....Accessing Cyberdome Power Source....::
::....Power Source not located...::
::....Second Attempt: Accessing Cyberdome Power Source....::
::...Power Source Located. 25%...48%....98%...100% Power...::
::Loading Scenario::
Darkhawk stood at the head of the superhuman army. There was a slight quaver in his stomach.
Why had he been chosen? Why him? He cleared his throat and spoke.
"Uhm. All of you. Captain America, Mister Fantastic. Nova, you Avengers, Spider-Man. Doctor Doom, the Wrecking Crew. As you all know, that mysterious light picked me, and it's given me the control to direct and lead you. It said that if we lose this fight...we lose everything. We lose our reality.
It's all on my shoulders.
We don't know what's on the other side of this portal, and we don't know what to expect. All I can say is...fight for our survival!"
******
"You gotta be $%#^ing me."
Guy Gardner's response was pretty apt, as the mysterious light flew around the gathering of Earth's most powerful heroes and villains...and chose Deadshot as the champion of New Earth.
Lawton stood still for a moment, then lit a cigarette as Earth's greatest and worst looked at him.
"Whattaya want, a speech? Screw that."
He cocked his rifle.
"Kill anything that moves."
And so his army, linked to his control by the mysterious light, marched forward into the rift, unsure of what they'd see on the other side. Lawton wondered briefly what it would be like to be wiped out from existence...and then started aiming his rifle.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:39 pm
gonk
There is a reason I picked you, Christopher.
gonk
You ARE the one. Have faith in yourself.
gonk
Ugh...now you're just being ridiculous. Lead the army. You'll be fine.
The heroes and villains of Earth 616 looked at Chris dubiously(derisively in the case of Dr Doom) and waited for his orders.
A lot of you don't know me...I'm not the most powerful of us. Or the fastest. Or the smartest.
Indeed.
The other villains laughed at Doom's remark until Steve Rogers and Thor stepped up to Chris's side. The laughter died quickly.
But I am stubborn. Incredibly so. I will not give up on us. Ever.
The crowd nodded in approval and awaited their orders.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 3:28 pm
Floyd felt a strange sensation as he passed through the rift. Time itself seemed to slow. Gave him a good moment to think. Why had the light chosen him? There was a lot of jobs that Floyd Lawton was the best man for, but saving reality? Please. He could think of worse things than being erased from reality. Running out of cigarettes, for one. On the other hand, he had a little girl to think about. And then, of course, there was his pride. Because once he took a job, he always saw it through, and in the end, this was just another job.
He kept his gun at the ready as he finally felt himself pass through to the other side of the rift, ready to shoot the first face he saw - but there was nothing. Looking around, he saw an unfamiliar metropolitan looking city. It looked almost like New York City, but had elements of Metropolis, Gotham, Star City and he was sure that was just the tip of the iceberg. So this is where he was to mount his universe's final stand. Fine by him. Lots of nice vantage points. But no enemies in sight. He turned to the army of metahumans gathered behind him, looking to Superman.
"Hey, faster than a speedin' bullet. Why don't you go put that impressive power set to use and do some recon?" he growled, phrasing it as though there was a choice in the matter. Superman nodded in response and took flight, in search of the denizens of Earth-616.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:29 am
Hmm...we'll need a scout.
A voice from the shadows grumbles something.
You're right. Silver Surfer, you're fast and can handle yourself. Scout the area and if you see anything get back here quick.
The grumbles some more.
Okay...this is why I asked you to advise me. We'll hold this ground right now since we're uphill from the rest of the city and there limited approaches. The center of the line will be held by our heavy hitters. The Hulks, Thor, and the like. Avenger members will back them up lead by Steve Rogers. Cyclops can split up X-Men members for the right flanks of each line and Doom can split the villains for the left. Street guys...see Steve for assignments. He'll know best where to use you.
More grumbling from the shadows...
Excellent idea! We'll have a shock and awe reserve strike force. Nova...gather Beta Ray Bill, Ronan, and the other cosmic guys. You'll be our shock and awe. Hit any breach in our lines or any hole we punch in theirs.
The heroes and villains start to drift away to their assignments.
Logan...Bullseye...a moment. I think I'll have a counterpart on the other side. A leader. I want you see if you can get at him and take him out. If we take out their leader than maybe we can end this quick. Take anyone who you think can sneak in there and get at him...or her. Except Deadpool. He's too loud.
Logan and Bullseye hurry off. Someone steps from the shadows.
An excellent idea, Darkhawk.
Thanks Thanos. I'm glad I picked you to advise me on strategy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 1:26 pm
General Powell scribbles a note and hands it to Quicksilver.
Please give that to Doom.
Quicksilver races off to deliver the message.
Darkhawk, what was that?
Nothing to worry about strategy-wise. Just tweaking Doom's nose.
Not a bright idea. Doom is dangerous for a human.
I figure he's already plotting so I might as well have fun. Now...is Weapon SG ready?
Yes. Are you sure about holding it back?
Oh yes...we'll need it if we truly get screwed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 1:47 pm
Meanwhile...on the left flank of Earth 616...Quicksilver has just delivered a message to Dr Doom.
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Powell will pay.
What's that Doc?
Call Doom that at your own peril, Wrecker.
...
Being forced to follow the orders of Powell is insulting...
An angry Dr Doom begins to....sing!
Doom: I know that your powers of retention
Are as thick as Sabretooth's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
It's clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking generals and successions
Even you can't be caught unawares
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
Wrecker: For us, is there room?
Just listen to Doom
I know it sounds sordid
But you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues!
And injustice deliciously squared
Be prepared!
Absorbing Man: Yeah! Be prepared. We'll be prepared. For what?
Doom: For the death of "General" Powell!
Absorbing Man: Uh...is he sick?
No, fool! We're going to kill him... and the heroes too!
Wrecker: Great idea! Who needs a general?
Wrecker and the Absorbing Man link arms and dance in a circle.
AM and Wrecker: No general, no heroes, nah nah nah nah nah nah!
Doom: Idiots! There will be a general! I will be general! Stick with Doom, and you'll never be lose to those heroes again!
AM and Wrecker: Yay, all right!
Long live Doom!
Long live the Doom!
All the villains: It's great that we'll soon be connected
With a king who'll be all-time adored
Doom: Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I'm the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won't get a sniff without Doom!
Villains: So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
Meticulous planning
Tenacity spanning
Decades of denial
Is simply why I'll
Be general undisputed
Respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder Doom is!
BE PREPARED!
Back on the center of the line, the heroes watch in disbelief at the villains song.
Uh...Steve?
No idea, Hawkeye.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:19 am
::WARNING: POWER SUPPLY TERMINATED.::
::THIS SCENARIO IS CURRENTLY IN BLACKOUT MODE.:: Powell and Lawton find themselves alone, in a black place, only able to see each other.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 2:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 12:08 pm
::New Power Link Established::
::...Rebooting Scenario...:: Christoff Powell, newest recruit of Her Majesty's Royal Air Derigible Service, grits his teeth as he looks over the edge of the steam-powered airship, "The Purple Lady." "Blimey!" He shouts. "Air pirates! Someone telegraph Mister Stark!" Above, launched out of their own airship, Sir Floyd Lawton, traitor to the crown and known collaborator with the Anarchist known only as the "Whore of Babylon" grits his teeth as his glider moves into position overhead The Purple Lady. He and his band of six ne-er do-wells have their orders: Sink the Purple Lady at any cost!
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 2:02 pm
Hello, boys, look alive! Batten down the hatches and lash any equipment! Prepare the cannons and ready yerselves to repel boarders!
It was Captain Powell's first run as the commanding officer of "The Purple Lady" and no traitorous b*****d was going to ruin it.
Mr Tenzil! Can you identify the scallywags yet?
Looks like it's Sir Lawton's Raiders, sir!
Lawton eh? One hundred gilders to the man who brings me his bloody head!
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:57 pm
Captain Powell took a minute to reflect as he waited for Sir Lawton's attack. It was fitting that he was commanding "The Purple Lady"...it was named after the love of his life.
Her name was Duchess Clarice Ferguson of Umbridge. Unfortunately for the Captain and the Duchess, Clarice was engaged to Earl Calvin of Rankin. Duchess Clarice had no love for Earl Calvin for this marriage was arranged by her father.
The Duchess and Captain Powell had carried on a torrid affair until they had been found out by Lord Anthony Stark. Lord Stark offered Powell two choices: he turn the Captain over to the Earl and Clarice's father or he could captain one of Stark's airships.
The Captain had no choice. He couldn't ruin the honor and reputation of the woman he loved. He choose exile and named his airship after the Duchess he loved.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 11:41 am
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