Meanwhile, while Heroman was dropping grand pianos on escaping criminals’ cars, The Stick pretending to be languishing in jail, and Hemo bleeding Pygg Bank wet with his blood and dry with its money, the Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich Police Headquarters Mecha is finally repaired. And just across the street, Ver is visited by his sister and her little kid. Normally Ver would be charmed with how technology in the form of a portable gaming device would keep his nephew happy, but the thing is interfering with his life support systems. His sister noticed the fluctuations with the Medical-o-gram-izer® and tried to tell his nephew to stop playing. Finally, because Ver felt his head throb, he spoke, which hurt quite a lot. He said “If you keep on playing video games, you will be like one.”
“POOF!”
They were all shocked when they saw the kid turn into an orc. A large, green, pixelated orc, just like his video game character. “Whoa!” the kid-orc said, and turned off his gaming device. He turned back into normal. “I guess I really must have been playing too much after all.” said the kid. “And I must have been thinking too much of your addiction to playing.” said the mother. “And I think I had too much sedatives today.” said Ver. And his body acted as if it ingested too much drugs, and Ver began to see clouds. Not the type that had a beautiful blue sky and brightly shining sun as the background, but the type that had normal vision, only very foggy. The nurses and the doctors began to rush to Ver to know what again is happening to him and advised his sister and nephew to go home.
Upon arriving home, the kid discovered the Ver-given superpower he had: to transform into any videogame character he was playing.
“This will be fun.”
Monday, May 26, 2008
Ver 15
Are we missing something? Oh yes, the epic superhero-supervillain battle. So I’ll let you have it.
We see Heroman flapping his arms, flying over the city of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich, scanning for crime. Then suddenly, he sighted a glint of a bodyless head with a fez. “The legendary The Stick! The legendary Stick, The! The Stick The legendary! The Stick of Legends! Oh wait that’s not right. Well, whatever...” Then Heroman swooped down with his arms folded back and a diving plane sound trailing him, intent on catching this guy-lollipop-supervillain. And at the same time, The Stick also sighted a glint of a person in an insufficiently-described outfit hurtling towards him, so he sidestepped and ran away. This left Heroman plunge all the way down to the ground, smashing a small hole that always managed to lead the person who made it, who is in this case is Heroman, all the way into a backwards country with a thousand alphabets. Of course today it isn’t that backward, but that is the way Heroman goes because I still need him to finish this story. So Heroman managed to be back to where The Stick managed to dodge his attack, and hunt him down using his Dimension Distortion Detection Device®, in short a gadget that will find The Stick via his signature lack of an intrinsic third dimension. Where did Heroman get that? He just does; he’s a cartoon. So he proceeded to hunt for his prey, when he was suddenly smacked in the back of his head with a bat. Heroman quickly turned around and saw an amazed The Stick wielding a wooden bat bent in such a way that it contours Heroman’s head, right up to the ears! Of course this comes as no surprise to Heroman, who is too thick (as evidenced by lack of damage to his head) to even think of that. Instead he punches The Stick, but the gap between his knuckles fit The Stick comfortably, and The Stick counterattacked with an interdimensional punch! If The Stick was 3-dimensional, that punch would have broken his own fingers, but this time, he was able to knock out Heroman, who had sprouted stars and spirals over his head, accompanied with birds. Then when Heroman got up a little while later, he sported a black eye. How did The Stick do that? I don’t know. So anyway Heroman shook his face and became annoyed, then spun around in a crazy twist and transformed into a weirder version of himself, but with a police uniform and a green face, and stretched his arm (the long arm of the law, I guess), grabbed The Stick, and called in some K9 units to play fetch. After getting bitten in the face, with dog spit pouring into his universe, The Stick began to take damage, and after being mauled some more by the rest of the kennel, he ended up bruised, wounded and unconscious. Then like any good superhero will do, Heroman dumped The Stick into jail and flew away, conspicuously missing the face and uniform he donned before. The Stick, however, is too beaten up to escape from the prison, and began to wonder who that person is.
And there you have it, the epic super-fight.
And that is it with the life of The Stick.
We see Heroman flapping his arms, flying over the city of Heudringottingenberger-und-Hzyepterzchwagenoftereich, scanning for crime. Then suddenly, he sighted a glint of a bodyless head with a fez. “The legendary The Stick! The legendary Stick, The! The Stick The legendary! The Stick of Legends! Oh wait that’s not right. Well, whatever...” Then Heroman swooped down with his arms folded back and a diving plane sound trailing him, intent on catching this guy-lollipop-supervillain. And at the same time, The Stick also sighted a glint of a person in an insufficiently-described outfit hurtling towards him, so he sidestepped and ran away. This left Heroman plunge all the way down to the ground, smashing a small hole that always managed to lead the person who made it, who is in this case is Heroman, all the way into a backwards country with a thousand alphabets. Of course today it isn’t that backward, but that is the way Heroman goes because I still need him to finish this story. So Heroman managed to be back to where The Stick managed to dodge his attack, and hunt him down using his Dimension Distortion Detection Device®, in short a gadget that will find The Stick via his signature lack of an intrinsic third dimension. Where did Heroman get that? He just does; he’s a cartoon. So he proceeded to hunt for his prey, when he was suddenly smacked in the back of his head with a bat. Heroman quickly turned around and saw an amazed The Stick wielding a wooden bat bent in such a way that it contours Heroman’s head, right up to the ears! Of course this comes as no surprise to Heroman, who is too thick (as evidenced by lack of damage to his head) to even think of that. Instead he punches The Stick, but the gap between his knuckles fit The Stick comfortably, and The Stick counterattacked with an interdimensional punch! If The Stick was 3-dimensional, that punch would have broken his own fingers, but this time, he was able to knock out Heroman, who had sprouted stars and spirals over his head, accompanied with birds. Then when Heroman got up a little while later, he sported a black eye. How did The Stick do that? I don’t know. So anyway Heroman shook his face and became annoyed, then spun around in a crazy twist and transformed into a weirder version of himself, but with a police uniform and a green face, and stretched his arm (the long arm of the law, I guess), grabbed The Stick, and called in some K9 units to play fetch. After getting bitten in the face, with dog spit pouring into his universe, The Stick began to take damage, and after being mauled some more by the rest of the kennel, he ended up bruised, wounded and unconscious. Then like any good superhero will do, Heroman dumped The Stick into jail and flew away, conspicuously missing the face and uniform he donned before. The Stick, however, is too beaten up to escape from the prison, and began to wonder who that person is.
And there you have it, the epic super-fight.
And that is it with the life of The Stick.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Ver 14
Now we have Hemo as a free man. Pride wounded, yes, but still free. Let us look at the events that night in another light.
The Stick has decided to rob another bank that night because he is planning to retire within a week, so he infiltrated the bank the way he did at Safe Bank. Upon entering the vault, he simply dumped all wealth he could find in his fez and slipped out to see a weird man with an ugly, ugly costume. The Stick just watched as this man slit his own finger, and was surprised when a stream of blood hit his feet, and he tripped. The Stick then saw the odd figure walk to the vault, trying to open it without keys. With a laugh, The Stick then decided to play a cruel trick on this man who valiantly tried to attack the Stick. He waited for the “blood” man to open the vault, and when they found the vault empty, The Stick laughed. The bloody man then slit his wrist to spew a deluge of blood, but The Stick was quick to catch the blood in his fez. After two minutes, The Stick decided to pull the plug on the man, and released the stored blood, knocking out the man. The Stick then decided to carry his loot back home to invest it tomorrow, happily thinking that the police will be baffled as to how the badly-dressed man and the sea of blood got into the vault, and all its former contents out. As gratitude for masking the true robber, namely him, The Stick then sneaked into the police headquarters and robbed the skull dagger, and placed it by his bedside. The Stick then finally invested in stocks and banks and such, but he became bored after just one week, and resorted to robbing just because he can.
And that is it with the life of The Stick.
The Stick has decided to rob another bank that night because he is planning to retire within a week, so he infiltrated the bank the way he did at Safe Bank. Upon entering the vault, he simply dumped all wealth he could find in his fez and slipped out to see a weird man with an ugly, ugly costume. The Stick just watched as this man slit his own finger, and was surprised when a stream of blood hit his feet, and he tripped. The Stick then saw the odd figure walk to the vault, trying to open it without keys. With a laugh, The Stick then decided to play a cruel trick on this man who valiantly tried to attack the Stick. He waited for the “blood” man to open the vault, and when they found the vault empty, The Stick laughed. The bloody man then slit his wrist to spew a deluge of blood, but The Stick was quick to catch the blood in his fez. After two minutes, The Stick decided to pull the plug on the man, and released the stored blood, knocking out the man. The Stick then decided to carry his loot back home to invest it tomorrow, happily thinking that the police will be baffled as to how the badly-dressed man and the sea of blood got into the vault, and all its former contents out. As gratitude for masking the true robber, namely him, The Stick then sneaked into the police headquarters and robbed the skull dagger, and placed it by his bedside. The Stick then finally invested in stocks and banks and such, but he became bored after just one week, and resorted to robbing just because he can.
And that is it with the life of The Stick.
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