So you expect this story to end? No, no, not yet. For you see, we have just received the draft notebook for Ver, and yes, how much it has diverged from the original sketch from the very start.
Oh, and concerning the switch from Multiply to Blogger? It is about ensuring the existence of mttspiii in Blogger. Since Multiply mttspiii is stable, like Wordpress mttspiii and especially Livejournal mttspiii, the focus to Blogger is expected.
So where were we? Ah, yes. The unnamed person which we will call Stick. Or rather, The Stick. He is a man of at most dual dimensions, but is mostly a stick, only thinner. As is said before, he has a circular two-dimensional head, two-dimensional hands, and two-dimensional feet. Because of this physical transformation, he cannot be seen at certain angles (The common Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereichite has binocular vision, which means The Stick's two-dimensional head can be seen from almost any angle.) This means he can slip through virtually anything and is hard to see, even harder to hit, which are very useful skills. Of course, the downside is that he can't eat normal food (Fortunately for him, quantum biophysics tell us that he would be more or less a universe in himself, so due to the conversation of mass-energy, he will neither lose nor gain considerable amounts of energy, and thus mass. Technically, any energy can sustain him and his quirky universe in our own universe, but I hate dabbling about theoretical physics.) He can't work properly either because his colleagues got freaked out talking to a floating head, neither can he wear clothes except for his fez because they tend to fall off him (but it doesn't really matter since there is nothing to see anyway). And yes, he can't even sit, since a one-dimensional posterior doesn't really give much of support anyway.
Because of the effects of his queer condition, he became poor and resorted to robbing, but was obviously inexperienced and was seen, arrested, and jailed. While in prison, he contemplated on his anomalies and vowed to have revenge on Ver, whom he still loathes and blames for his mishap, and in just one night, escapes pretty easily (He slipped through the jail bars, since he technically can pass through any gap, but certain gaps such as the one between atoms of solids are off-limits since the great energy in bonds can rip havoc into his universes and himself.) Since then, he became a solitary robber of homes, able to slip between doors and door frames and keep the loot in his deus ex machina-ish fez that keeps all the stash similar to how a holding bag works.
At the same time, police have been on alert for a floating head with a fez very similar to how The Stick would be seen, last seen in the vicinity of 91% of all robberies in Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich. All police attempts to catch him have failed, making The Stick technically a supervillain, but also a myth, generating a number of The Stick wanna-bes throughout the city, who were obviously very easily apprehended.
More of this character in the next post. How exciting!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Ver 06
So you think the story of Ver is over? No, we've only just begun.
In the aftermath of the Problem incident, Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich became a messy place. Emergency feeding areas were scattered by the government throughout the city for the survivors of Problem's rampage and the battle between him and the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha. Construction workers proceeded to repair the rippled roads for the government food trucks, while the rest were rebuilding their homes, offices, and commercial establishments.
The Mythical David's Sling was returned to the local museum, the CEO of some DIY fortune-telling kit company disposed his ruby-encrusted glowsitck because it doesn't glow as good as when he purchased it, the police mecha was repaired and is now back in its site, camouflaged as the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters, and the police are now on alert after a spate of food robberies typical of disaster sites.
Since Problem disappeared according to the available local witnesses, and they are the whole of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich, the police are having a hard time with the report.
Eventually the city returned to normal the way Townsville (Do you really need the Townsville link?) always does everyday when I watch it, with no one afraid of future attacks by giant strongman supervillains, no one fearing the police headquarters suddenly standing up and falling on them. No one even had scars or phobia from the mass electrocution; simply put, no one was that affected by the event. Except for one person.
He is a person whose details I forgot (My sketch notebook, where the storyblog is based, is not with me.). The thing is, he was once a friend of Ver who became thin due to the artificial famine caused by food-looters, but survived. Because this unnamed person was very thin, he was often teased by people around him, including Ver. But this all changed when Ver exclaimed "Nothing could possibly be thinner than you!"
"POOF!"
The unnamed person became very, very thin indeed. He became a mostly 1-dimensional man, but with a circular 2-dimensional face, hands, and feet. (Think of him as a stick character, or better yet, click this.)
And because his body was mostly one-dimensional, no one at that time saw him (He could be seen only as a stick, and when his two-dimensional features reflect enough light to hit the light receptors.) He then fled in the sort of shame someone normally gets when interdimensionally transformed, which I think is similar to a garment malfunction shame. But don't worry, he will return in the next story.
In the aftermath of the Problem incident, Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich became a messy place. Emergency feeding areas were scattered by the government throughout the city for the survivors of Problem's rampage and the battle between him and the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha. Construction workers proceeded to repair the rippled roads for the government food trucks, while the rest were rebuilding their homes, offices, and commercial establishments.
The Mythical David's Sling was returned to the local museum, the CEO of some DIY fortune-telling kit company disposed his ruby-encrusted glowsitck because it doesn't glow as good as when he purchased it, the police mecha was repaired and is now back in its site, camouflaged as the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters, and the police are now on alert after a spate of food robberies typical of disaster sites.
Since Problem disappeared according to the available local witnesses, and they are the whole of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich, the police are having a hard time with the report.
Eventually the city returned to normal the way Townsville (Do you really need the Townsville link?) always does everyday when I watch it, with no one afraid of future attacks by giant strongman supervillains, no one fearing the police headquarters suddenly standing up and falling on them. No one even had scars or phobia from the mass electrocution; simply put, no one was that affected by the event. Except for one person.
He is a person whose details I forgot (My sketch notebook, where the storyblog is based, is not with me.). The thing is, he was once a friend of Ver who became thin due to the artificial famine caused by food-looters, but survived. Because this unnamed person was very thin, he was often teased by people around him, including Ver. But this all changed when Ver exclaimed "Nothing could possibly be thinner than you!"
"POOF!"
The unnamed person became very, very thin indeed. He became a mostly 1-dimensional man, but with a circular 2-dimensional face, hands, and feet. (Think of him as a stick character, or better yet, click this.)
And because his body was mostly one-dimensional, no one at that time saw him (He could be seen only as a stick, and when his two-dimensional features reflect enough light to hit the light receptors.) He then fled in the sort of shame someone normally gets when interdimensionally transformed, which I think is similar to a garment malfunction shame. But don't worry, he will return in the next story.
Ver 05
The masses were shocked.
Well, of course it is quite shocking for a citizen of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich that a supervillain with superstrength is ripping his or her beloved city apart, and even more shocking that the supervillain just grew some hundred or so feet, and even more shocking is to see the giant police mecha which now is bringing some truly physical form of electric shock. And the most shocking of all is the destruction of a white elephant of a police force, and the numerous anomalies in the concept of being taxed for something that obviously won't work efficiently. It's like buying the most expensive high-tech electric rodent killer only to find out that the rats have chewed through the device's wire insulation and had caused a big fire in your home that engulfs all your appliances, including that overpriced mousetrap.
In the wreck that followed, Problem gets back to dismantling that car engine, only that he is a giant that can crush the ruby-encrusted glowstick by accident. But he doesn't know that, being the stereotypical supervillain strongman who falls under the "dumb fighter" stereotype.
Meanwhile, the police commissioner rallies the last of his efforts, er, cohorts with the task of getting The Mythical David's Sling giant-killing, er, gun? No one really knew how it wound up in Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Museum, nor how the archaeologists acquired that artifact weapon, or who made it, or why it is called The Mythical David's Sling in the first place, or even who David is. (I will directly tell you that they have a universe unlike ours (Do you expect any person in this universe to have Ver-like powers?) and have not heard the story of David and Goliath.) But he, together with me, hope that it will take out the giant Problem before the whole storyline gets too kooky. And he initiates a search for a non-police that can use the sling, since he knew that cops can't stop a supervillain.
The commissioner looks around, with the masses still being shocked, and are surprised to see him survive the destruction of the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha. He sees Ver, by which time the police give The Mythical David's Sling to the commissioner.
With all the formality of a proper policeman, the commissioner sends some cops to drag Ver out of the charged puddle and onto drier ground. "Look, kid, that giant is rampaging through town and we can't stop him. Now you have The Mythical David's Sling, and we believe that you will make that giant fall."
Ver simply answers "OK. No problem."
And with a "POOF!", Problem is gone.
"Kid, I don't know how you used that thing, but good work there."
"I didn't even know how to use this thing!"
"Whatever."
And there the story ends. I actually sketched these before and made them into comics, but I don't have a scanner, and I don't have the notebook either. So I don't expect to write about the other drawings I have drawn in the notebook, and this may be the last Ver story, Goodnight.
Well, of course it is quite shocking for a citizen of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich that a supervillain with superstrength is ripping his or her beloved city apart, and even more shocking that the supervillain just grew some hundred or so feet, and even more shocking is to see the giant police mecha which now is bringing some truly physical form of electric shock. And the most shocking of all is the destruction of a white elephant of a police force, and the numerous anomalies in the concept of being taxed for something that obviously won't work efficiently. It's like buying the most expensive high-tech electric rodent killer only to find out that the rats have chewed through the device's wire insulation and had caused a big fire in your home that engulfs all your appliances, including that overpriced mousetrap.
In the wreck that followed, Problem gets back to dismantling that car engine, only that he is a giant that can crush the ruby-encrusted glowstick by accident. But he doesn't know that, being the stereotypical supervillain strongman who falls under the "dumb fighter" stereotype.
Meanwhile, the police commissioner rallies the last of his efforts, er, cohorts with the task of getting The Mythical David's Sling giant-killing, er, gun? No one really knew how it wound up in Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Museum, nor how the archaeologists acquired that artifact weapon, or who made it, or why it is called The Mythical David's Sling in the first place, or even who David is. (I will directly tell you that they have a universe unlike ours (Do you expect any person in this universe to have Ver-like powers?) and have not heard the story of David and Goliath.) But he, together with me, hope that it will take out the giant Problem before the whole storyline gets too kooky. And he initiates a search for a non-police that can use the sling, since he knew that cops can't stop a supervillain.
The commissioner looks around, with the masses still being shocked, and are surprised to see him survive the destruction of the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha. He sees Ver, by which time the police give The Mythical David's Sling to the commissioner.
With all the formality of a proper policeman, the commissioner sends some cops to drag Ver out of the charged puddle and onto drier ground. "Look, kid, that giant is rampaging through town and we can't stop him. Now you have The Mythical David's Sling, and we believe that you will make that giant fall."
Ver simply answers "OK. No problem."
And with a "POOF!", Problem is gone.
"Kid, I don't know how you used that thing, but good work there."
"I didn't even know how to use this thing!"
"Whatever."
And there the story ends. I actually sketched these before and made them into comics, but I don't have a scanner, and I don't have the notebook either. So I don't expect to write about the other drawings I have drawn in the notebook, and this may be the last Ver story, Goodnight.
Ver 04
So where were we? Ah, yes, the commissioner pushed the butoon, which somewhat looks like a button, somewhat sounds like a button, and works like a button, but replaces the first "button" word. A sign of an amateur covering an amateur's mistake with an amateur explanation. And because the button was pressed, the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha, with the commissioner in command, and will stop Problem.
So finally they met. It did not take too long because Problem's location can be traced by the trail of destruction he left and the looting that followed. (Remember, the can of Schlopper's Roast Turkey Ham Flavor rolled outside a convenience store, indicating that the self-closing door usually found in these shops is disabled. Of course, now that you know his destructiveness, I will just tell you that he managed, obviously easily, to break the glass walls of the convenience store in such a way that there is no obstruction in the path of the can of Schlopper's Roast Turkey Ham Flavor that rolled and caused Ver to have an accident with the can of ham-flavored roast turkey.)
To describe what I imagine would be a typical Problem-style trail of destruction, there would be smashed-up and overturned police cars (common), broken fire hydrants with water gushing out (more common), a mess of the masses (commoner), and general disorder (most common). That will be creative enough. Now, onto the battle.
The police saw their target hastily disassembling a police car engine for some ruby-encrusted glow stick he dropped. You know, one of those everyday objects like hamburgers and toilet paper that enter New York and is suddenly encrusted with lustrous minerals like crystal meth, made into news and then hidden in some private collection to be used as what it should be. If it was flypaper it goes to New York and becomes a amethyst-studded flypaper, made into news, bought by the Caliph of Oilydesertstan, and finally is used as ordinary flypaper. How one of these stuff went to Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich you ask? In this case, the CEO of some DIY fortune-telling kit company bought a ruby-encrusted glowsitck and was pickpocketed without him knowing it, and then the pickpocket sold it in one of the most hip black markets, where it was on display until the Problem came.
He took it and wondered how cool it was in a dark place, so he took a pipe to peer at it. But, the pipe was connected to the tail of a car and is properly know as a tailpipe. So when he looked, the stick slipped deeper into oblivion. And when he thought he already found something shimmering inside the muffler, the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha blocked out the sun, with the police commissioner saying something on the lines of "Put your hands up in the air." or "Surrender or die." We don't exactly know, the mecha engines are too noisy.
Problem said "Don't block the sun!"
The commissioner was yelling over his megaphone something incoherent over the din of the V8000's. Imagine an ordinary V8 engine, only upsized.
Then Problem decided to take action, and pinched the big metal foot of the police mecha.
The masses watched.
Some pipes and wires were exposed, and then they spurted out black Oilydesertstan oil, which were ignited by the exposed wires, and quickly became a fireball. Normally any ordinary character would be killed by smoke inhalation, fire vacuum, lung combustion, or burns, but Problem is a supervillain which cannot be harmed by any police activity, so he survives the fireball. And because he is a supervillain, the fireball actually avoided him and jumped to the police mecha's other foot.
"Verb surplus parts!", shouted the commissioner. And for those who wonder, "Verb" is a minced oath.
Ver, one of those in the crowd, commented "That's a big problem." And his words came true in twisted logic. In a "POOF!", Problem became a big Problem, about as tall as the police mecha and a lot wider, and thus, more stable. And then did the battle begin.
I would really like to stop here and build up climax like annoying commercials do, but commercials are too annoying to be emulated, so I continue.
With a flick of a finger, Problem detached the spindly arms of the mecha, pouring coolant water all over the place. With a fancy wrestling move, also known as punch, the body was badly damaged. And with a haymaker punch, by Problem of course, the police mecha fell down to its own pool of water (its blood), with exposed wires still snapping and live.
The masses were shocked.
So finally they met. It did not take too long because Problem's location can be traced by the trail of destruction he left and the looting that followed. (Remember, the can of Schlopper's Roast Turkey Ham Flavor rolled outside a convenience store, indicating that the self-closing door usually found in these shops is disabled. Of course, now that you know his destructiveness, I will just tell you that he managed, obviously easily, to break the glass walls of the convenience store in such a way that there is no obstruction in the path of the can of Schlopper's Roast Turkey Ham Flavor that rolled and caused Ver to have an accident with the can of ham-flavored roast turkey.)
To describe what I imagine would be a typical Problem-style trail of destruction, there would be smashed-up and overturned police cars (common), broken fire hydrants with water gushing out (more common), a mess of the masses (commoner), and general disorder (most common). That will be creative enough. Now, onto the battle.
The police saw their target hastily disassembling a police car engine for some ruby-encrusted glow stick he dropped. You know, one of those everyday objects like hamburgers and toilet paper that enter New York and is suddenly encrusted with lustrous minerals like crystal meth, made into news and then hidden in some private collection to be used as what it should be. If it was flypaper it goes to New York and becomes a amethyst-studded flypaper, made into news, bought by the Caliph of Oilydesertstan, and finally is used as ordinary flypaper. How one of these stuff went to Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich you ask? In this case, the CEO of some DIY fortune-telling kit company bought a ruby-encrusted glowsitck and was pickpocketed without him knowing it, and then the pickpocket sold it in one of the most hip black markets, where it was on display until the Problem came.
He took it and wondered how cool it was in a dark place, so he took a pipe to peer at it. But, the pipe was connected to the tail of a car and is properly know as a tailpipe. So when he looked, the stick slipped deeper into oblivion. And when he thought he already found something shimmering inside the muffler, the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha blocked out the sun, with the police commissioner saying something on the lines of "Put your hands up in the air." or "Surrender or die." We don't exactly know, the mecha engines are too noisy.
Problem said "Don't block the sun!"
The commissioner was yelling over his megaphone something incoherent over the din of the V8000's. Imagine an ordinary V8 engine, only upsized.
Then Problem decided to take action, and pinched the big metal foot of the police mecha.
The masses watched.
Some pipes and wires were exposed, and then they spurted out black Oilydesertstan oil, which were ignited by the exposed wires, and quickly became a fireball. Normally any ordinary character would be killed by smoke inhalation, fire vacuum, lung combustion, or burns, but Problem is a supervillain which cannot be harmed by any police activity, so he survives the fireball. And because he is a supervillain, the fireball actually avoided him and jumped to the police mecha's other foot.
"Verb surplus parts!", shouted the commissioner. And for those who wonder, "Verb" is a minced oath.
Ver, one of those in the crowd, commented "That's a big problem." And his words came true in twisted logic. In a "POOF!", Problem became a big Problem, about as tall as the police mecha and a lot wider, and thus, more stable. And then did the battle begin.
I would really like to stop here and build up climax like annoying commercials do, but commercials are too annoying to be emulated, so I continue.
With a flick of a finger, Problem detached the spindly arms of the mecha, pouring coolant water all over the place. With a fancy wrestling move, also known as punch, the body was badly damaged. And with a haymaker punch, by Problem of course, the police mecha fell down to its own pool of water (its blood), with exposed wires still snapping and live.
The masses were shocked.
Ver 03
He pushed the butoon. To elaborate, the police commissioner pushed the big, red button that was under the hidden flap inside his desk inside the police headquarters of the city of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich, and that is enough. Any more elaboration will be unnecessary, for now. And what happened next might be the most creative thing in this blog.
The Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha. Oh, I forgot to put the exclamation point. '!'. So that phrase "The Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha." is now "The Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha!"
Yes, the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha. You know, a humanoid robot similar to Roomba, only more humanoid, anime-like, and bigger than the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters, which is big. The point is, the police now have a big Japanese battlebot to fight Problem. Never mind where the giant legs, arms, blasters, and burning sword came from, or how much of the taxes of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich were diverted into this, or how no one noticed the big mecha engines before, or what is happening to the police officer inside who was sipping from his coffee cup when the police headquarters suddenly stood up rather unsteadily like a real humanoid does. And to answer a more important question, yes, obviously the police commissioner is commanding the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha from its command post, which anatomically would correspond to the 'head' of the mecha.
Usually, a comic book would devote 15 pages for something extraordinary like this, imagine the local police finally having something like a giant mecha in an ordinary city in the 20th century, but I will devote only one blog entry. Remember, I am only an amateur, so don't expect me to describe it that richly. And if you count the words I used and find that it is a lot less than 15,000 words, because you think that a picture is worth more than a thousand words, it is because I am not describing a picture I can't even draw with pencil, paper, and colored pencils. And that I am an amateur.
Simply put, the police have a giant mecha and are willing to use it against Problem.
The Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha. Oh, I forgot to put the exclamation point. '!'. So that phrase "The Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha." is now "The Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha!"
Yes, the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters became a giant mecha. You know, a humanoid robot similar to Roomba, only more humanoid, anime-like, and bigger than the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters, which is big. The point is, the police now have a big Japanese battlebot to fight Problem. Never mind where the giant legs, arms, blasters, and burning sword came from, or how much of the taxes of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich were diverted into this, or how no one noticed the big mecha engines before, or what is happening to the police officer inside who was sipping from his coffee cup when the police headquarters suddenly stood up rather unsteadily like a real humanoid does. And to answer a more important question, yes, obviously the police commissioner is commanding the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha from its command post, which anatomically would correspond to the 'head' of the mecha.
Usually, a comic book would devote 15 pages for something extraordinary like this, imagine the local police finally having something like a giant mecha in an ordinary city in the 20th century, but I will devote only one blog entry. Remember, I am only an amateur, so don't expect me to describe it that richly. And if you count the words I used and find that it is a lot less than 15,000 words, because you think that a picture is worth more than a thousand words, it is because I am not describing a picture I can't even draw with pencil, paper, and colored pencils. And that I am an amateur.
Simply put, the police have a giant mecha and are willing to use it against Problem.
Ver 02
Do you really expect a stand-off this early? No. Usually, some random stuff in the middle of the book happen between the introduction and the climax, and this is a part of it.
So where were we? Ah, yes, after whatever incident that happened in the last entry, the villain, Problem, has begun massive robbing sprees. He carried off so much loot, his 'motorized pushcart', actually a rusty banged-up pick-up truck, broke down because the weight of the stuff he was looting off the still-unnamed city, which for ease we will call Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich, overwhelmed the truck engine. And like a stereotypical villain of superhero story, he has superstrength, which makes him a supervillain, which makes Ver a sort of accidental superhero. So now we have our first supervillain: Problem, whose power is superstrength. And as an added bonus for being a supervillain, he gets invulnerability to ordinary bullets, batons, and any police attempt to stop him.
Gee, how creative can I get?
So, back to the story then. Like any supervillain crime spree in comics and movies, the police will attempt to stop him. The police, of course, fails, their enemy being a supervillain. But, like a good storyblogger of an unillustrated comic, I will describe how it happened.
By this time, the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Department has noticed the criminal activities of Problem. They had dispatched police squads, and have made a barricade of police cars in a semicircle around the computer shop he was robbing. When Problem finally left the computer shop, the police blabber something on the lines of "Put your hands up in the air." or "Surrender or die."
Of course Problem didn't care what they were sayin’, rushing towards the first police car in a rampage, the bullets dodging him, like they always do against a rampaging supervillain. So he wrecks the cars, mayhem happens, and one of the police calls the police station for reinforcements.
For a change, to remind you that you are reading an amateur's unillustrated action comics blog and not a fully illustrated, richly colored comic book (What, didn't notice that there are no drawings?), the police commisioner has decided that drastic measures be taken against a supervillain like Problem. So he flips a secret flap in his office desk, and there a big, red button is.
He pushes the button.
So where were we? Ah, yes, after whatever incident that happened in the last entry, the villain, Problem, has begun massive robbing sprees. He carried off so much loot, his 'motorized pushcart', actually a rusty banged-up pick-up truck, broke down because the weight of the stuff he was looting off the still-unnamed city, which for ease we will call Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich, overwhelmed the truck engine. And like a stereotypical villain of superhero story, he has superstrength, which makes him a supervillain, which makes Ver a sort of accidental superhero. So now we have our first supervillain: Problem, whose power is superstrength. And as an added bonus for being a supervillain, he gets invulnerability to ordinary bullets, batons, and any police attempt to stop him.
Gee, how creative can I get?
So, back to the story then. Like any supervillain crime spree in comics and movies, the police will attempt to stop him. The police, of course, fails, their enemy being a supervillain. But, like a good storyblogger of an unillustrated comic, I will describe how it happened.
By this time, the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Department has noticed the criminal activities of Problem. They had dispatched police squads, and have made a barricade of police cars in a semicircle around the computer shop he was robbing. When Problem finally left the computer shop, the police blabber something on the lines of "Put your hands up in the air." or "Surrender or die."
Of course Problem didn't care what they were sayin’, rushing towards the first police car in a rampage, the bullets dodging him, like they always do against a rampaging supervillain. So he wrecks the cars, mayhem happens, and one of the police calls the police station for reinforcements.
For a change, to remind you that you are reading an amateur's unillustrated action comics blog and not a fully illustrated, richly colored comic book (What, didn't notice that there are no drawings?), the police commisioner has decided that drastic measures be taken against a supervillain like Problem. So he flips a secret flap in his office desk, and there a big, red button is.
He pushes the button.
Ver 01
One day, Ver was walking. Yes, that is how most fairytale characters that I know start their day, and Ver is no exception.
On the other side of the street, a crime is taking place...
A neckless, muscular man, lifting a pair of refrigerators still full, plugged, and operating, is threatening the convenience store clerk to not call the police or he will throw the fridges on the unarmed clerk. Oh, and that he was robbing the store.
And like all good main fairytale characters, Ver doesn't care. He is too kind to bother the villain in his job until he is hurt. And at that time, the yet-unnamed villain accidentally nudged a can of Schlopper's Roast Turkey Ham Flavor off the shelf. And who would have guessed that it would roll outside the store, down the street, and into Ver's path.
In true fairytale fashion, Ver had an accident with the can of Schlopper's Roast Turkey Ham Flavor, and only then had he noticed the robbery.
"That villain sure is problem." Ver said. And he walked away, leaving the can of roast turkey on the sidewalk where he crashed into it.
And the story would have been over, had it not been that Ver's words had the capability to warp reality in such a way that he rarely, if ever, lies. So "POOF!" Yes, "POOF!", the sound of magic and Koko Krunch advertisements type of "POOF!" goes and suddenly, the unnamed villain now has a name: Problem.
So now the villain has a name. Now, for the stand-off between the main character and the villain of his creation, go to the next blog entry.
On the other side of the street, a crime is taking place...
A neckless, muscular man, lifting a pair of refrigerators still full, plugged, and operating, is threatening the convenience store clerk to not call the police or he will throw the fridges on the unarmed clerk. Oh, and that he was robbing the store.
And like all good main fairytale characters, Ver doesn't care. He is too kind to bother the villain in his job until he is hurt. And at that time, the yet-unnamed villain accidentally nudged a can of Schlopper's Roast Turkey Ham Flavor off the shelf. And who would have guessed that it would roll outside the store, down the street, and into Ver's path.
In true fairytale fashion, Ver had an accident with the can of Schlopper's Roast Turkey Ham Flavor, and only then had he noticed the robbery.
"That villain sure is problem." Ver said. And he walked away, leaving the can of roast turkey on the sidewalk where he crashed into it.
And the story would have been over, had it not been that Ver's words had the capability to warp reality in such a way that he rarely, if ever, lies. So "POOF!" Yes, "POOF!", the sound of magic and Koko Krunch advertisements type of "POOF!" goes and suddenly, the unnamed villain now has a name: Problem.
So now the villain has a name. Now, for the stand-off between the main character and the villain of his creation, go to the next blog entry.
Ver 03/04/08
Remember Ver? That person that was so easy to draw?
He won't be drawn here.
He was drawn with a mouse and paint.exe. To elaborate the difficulty of doing it is injustice to the Trex that drew him, because it was that difficult.
He will be instead hopefully be portrayed in his fictional life through words.
Yes, words.
They may not be a visual feast, but I am not feeding your eyes, either. This is a story version of a to-be comic. And you will have to read it to imagine Ver.
Yes, this Multiply will be temporarily converted to a storyblog, which, opposed to a storybook, is online and can be read in the dark.
This will be, no, this is the preface of the storyblog of Ver. This will be under the lax copyright laws of the Republic of the Philippines; we ask you to not recycle the character concepts without my supervision and/or royalties because we expect you to follow the law.
Thank you.
He won't be drawn here.
He was drawn with a mouse and paint.exe. To elaborate the difficulty of doing it is injustice to the Trex that drew him, because it was that difficult.
He will be instead hopefully be portrayed in his fictional life through words.
Yes, words.
They may not be a visual feast, but I am not feeding your eyes, either. This is a story version of a to-be comic. And you will have to read it to imagine Ver.
Yes, this Multiply will be temporarily converted to a storyblog, which, opposed to a storybook, is online and can be read in the dark.
This will be, no, this is the preface of the storyblog of Ver. This will be under the lax copyright laws of the Republic of the Philippines; we ask you to not recycle the character concepts without my supervision and/or royalties because we expect you to follow the law.
Thank you.
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