OYL - The Traitor Game XII: It's Good To Be Bad!

[The Purple Skull]

OOC: So I decided to post this early because I'll be pretty busy this weekend.

Welcome to...



PROLOGUE

SHIELD HELLICARRIER

Standing in front of a giant monitor is Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD.



“Is everything set, Dugan?”

Dum Dum Dugan: “Yes it is, Colonel. You’re officially patched through.”

The monitor activates and begins showing live feeds of people from various locations.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like personally welcome all of you to the annual Multiverse Affairs Conference. First, I would like to take this time to thank you all for agreeing to this conference. I know you are all busy with your agendas, so it means a lot to me to see you here.

Now the reason I scheduled this conference is because of a new initiative I would like to propose. As we all know, our biggest issue in our past conferences has always been how to control the criminals of our universes. Ranging from low-level to omega-level threats, our villain numbers seem to rise each year. If we do not put some sort of proactive approach into stopping it, then this ‘villain infestation’ will only worsen.

Therefore, I would like to suggest a project I would like to call the Thunderbolt Initiative. It’s quite simple really. Phase 1 of my plan will have numerous SHIELD strike teams enter your universes and apprehend your villains.”

J. Gander Hooter (From Darkwing Duck): “Now wait just a second, Fury. What makes you so certain your strike teams can even capture the supervillains of the multiverse?”

M (From James Bond; the female version): “Mr. Hooter has a point. Various universes are home to psychics, demons, and oversized robots who can disguise themselves as vehicles to name a few. Have you taken that into account?”

“Don’t think I haven’t thought about that, ma’am. We at SHIELD have meticulously planned this out. The teams we send out have been certified and trained to face whatever threat comes at them. Telepaths, mystics, aliens. You name ‘em, we got ‘em on our team.”

The Chief (From Carmen Sandiego): “Ok, say you were able to capture our villains. Then what?”

“Well, then we enter Phase 2. Captured villains will be transferred to our new state-of-the-art facility called the Vault. Our new prison will be located in a pocket dimension. So even if they escape the Vault, the chances of escaping the pocket dimension are slim to none.

Once in the Vault, the villains will go through a rigorous rehab program. If they manage to succeed, they will also have an opportunity to join our SHIELD super hero unit or a full pardon and a new life.”

Hawk (From G.I. Joe): “And if they don’t succeed?”

“Then we enter Phase 3. We transfer them to the underground prison called the Raft where they will be mind-wiped and given a new identity. They then become new members of our super hero unit.”

Sarge Steel (From DC): “Are you insane Fury?! Do you know how unethical this whole ‘initiative’ of yours is?!”

“Perhaps we should discuss ethics with the Suicide Squad then?”

Steel: “That’s a different function and you know it, Fury! What you’re doing is borderline evil! I will not take part in this!”

“I figured you would back out of this. That’s why I spoke with your higher-ups about this, and they sided with me.”

Steel: “What?!”

“They also said if you don’t agree to it, then you will be relieved of your duties effective immediately.”

Two men then appear behind Sarge Steel.

Steel: “This isn’t over Fury!”

“Don’t think I left the rest of you folks out of this. I too spoke to each and every one of your higher-ups and received their approval. So if you do not want to abide by the new initiative, then you can join Mr. Steel in the unemployment office tomorrow morning. Do I have any takers?”

Silence from the congregation.

“Good. Now before I conclude this conference, there was an important part of the project I wanted to explain before I was so rudely interrupted by Mr. Steel. You see, I am a fair man, and I do want to give our villains a chance at earning a new life for themselves. This rehab program the villains will participate in is not just any normal program. It’s more than that. I guess you can call it a little game that I thought of…..”

6 MONTHS LATER….

Inside a pocket universe sits the Vault. To say the Thunderbolt Initiative was a success would be a huge understatement. Villains from all over the multiverse now call the Vault their home. Standing proudly within the Vault is Nick Fury.

“Begin Phase 2.”

A group of unique individuals are then escorted to the main room of the Vault.

END PROLOGUE



You are now free to post your prologues (optional of course). If you choose to post a prologue, the only guideline you have to stick by is that at the end of the prologue, you are arrested by the SHIELD Strike Team. Remember, they have been trained to catch you! (Creativity counts!)


GAME INTRODUCTION

The first kill we be posted on Wednesday 11 PM ET.

[Chris Lang]

OOC: So I decided to post this early because I'll be pretty busy this weekend.

OOC: I'm going to be pretty busy this weekend, too. I might not be able to get my prologue posted until Sunday. In the meantime, here's a little re-presenting of a relevant paragraph from Goombella's testimonial...

IC:


"Anyway, I tried helping out players in both Traitor Game VIII and Traitor Game X by giving out information on everyone, but I sorta came in late and got distracted last time, so I didn't get to everyone. I'm totally sorry. Next time I do the 'information broker' bit, I'll be totally prepared. I might be getting a laptop soon, which might be kinda neat."

"I don't think I'm gonna do that information bit in this game. It's good to give other people a chance at that, y'know? At least that's what Nintendo told me when they said I wasn't needed in Super Paper Mario. But I know I'm gonna be in the prologue. SHIELD and I have a little surprise for Bowser and Kammy. But don't tell them that. You wouldn't want to spoil the fun. Tee hee..."

OOC: Goombella doesn't know just what Nick Fury's plans are. All she knows is that SHIELD is out capturing supervillains. She doesn't know what they're going to do with them.

By the way, I've been thinking of having Kammy take the lead, but I'm not sure if that'll work or not. On the one hand, Bowser has a big ego, but on the other hand, he does often send others to do work for him.

[Hitokiri]

New to this game. My character will be:

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[Albert]

Prologue: D'Spayre
Sneak Preview of Traitor Game character Kolchak the Nightstalker [later to appear in The Traitor Game: It’s Skrull-tastic!]

The Offices of INS (Independent News Service) Chicago, Illinois ~ Alternate Earth

"I did not impersonate an FBI agent. I merely failed to clear up a simple misunderstnding, that's all."

"Uh huh. You were supposed to be down in Citrusville covering the orchid show. Now how in the blue hell do you go from covering hoity toity flowers to interfering in a Federal. operation? And before you get started, this had better not have to do with that Doctor Bornoff."

"Vornoff. With a V."

"Whatever."

"And if you'd read my notes, you'd see that I have his signature on the crew manifest of the Hindenburg. You've heard of the Hindenburg haven't you?"

"Carl if you don't get to the point, I swear--"

"Calm down Tony. Remember your blood pressure. Now, it just so happens that there was a lot more going on in Citrusville besides orchids. It just so happens I had a chat with the coroner and do you know what he said?"

"Get out?"

"Nooo... he informed me that the suicide rate of Citrusville has sextupled since last year... and the year is only half over. Six months, and more than a hundred people have taken their own lives."

"That a fact?"

"Bonafide, Tony. And most of them, more than ninety eight percent of them, didn't do it at home. Would you care to know where they did it? The swamp."

"The swamp? Carl are you sure?"

"In... the.... swamp! Right there in the Florida Everglades. Now, being a good newsman, I had to ask myself... Carl, why would more than 100 people trudge all the way out into the swamp to kill themselves. So I did some digging around. And as it turns out, there's more living in that swamp than just gators and snakes. Look here." Carl snapped down an 8 x 10 on Vincenzo's desk.

Picking it up gingerly, Tony squinted at the grainy image. "Looks like a bunch of moss and carrots."

"Moss and carrots my Aunt Myrtle!... are you blind? That's the Man-Thing, Tony!"

"Ohfertheluvvapete....I just knew that there'd be a monster or alien or vampire in this mess somewhere. I should have just sent Updike. At least then I'd have my page 3 story instead of a picture of a Waldorf Salad Man"

"I had a whole roll on the creature alone before that a-hole Irwin confiscated them. But that's only the tip of the iceberg. It gets more bizarre."

"Oh I'll just bet."

"Local legend has it that this particular nook of the Everglades is pretty peculiar. All sorts of strange happenings have been reported there. Ghost pirates, extra-dimensional conquerors, some sort of Cult of Entropy...." Carl flipped through his dog-eared notepad. "Aha... here... according to one 'Richard Rory', the swamp is a-- get this-- A Nexus of All Realities. It draws in all sorts of strange sorts, like a lightbulb attracting moths. Only instead of moths, its ghost pirates, wizards, and demons... which, as it turns out, was what was behind the suicides. A demon, Tony. According to according to Dakimh the Enchanter... "

"Who the hell is Dakimh the Enchanter?!?"

"Oh, he's a ghost, Tony. But a good guy. Anyways, you going to let me finish?"

"Oh by all means, Carl. Its not like I have anything better to do-- like run a newspaper."


(continues next post)

[Albert]

"Uh huh. I knew you'd say that. That's why I saved this... managed to sneak it out along with the Man-Thing photo. Don't ask how."

"And just what is this supposed to be."

"That, my friend, is what captured me out in that godforsaken swamp. According to Dakimh, his name is D'Spayre. He's a demon, Tony... the real McCoy. He'd built... or should I say, manifested... this tower. Thing must have been a mile high. I was snapping some pictures of it when the thing snuck up behind me.

I don't mind telling you, I thought I was a goner right there and then. He somehow reached into my mind and well..." Carl waved his hand dismissively. "Suffice it to say it was the most wretched thing I've ever experienced. Next thing I know, I'm tied up along the side of this tower. The whole tower is pulsing with energy. And this demon is standing there in front of me, telling me that I am to be the last sacrifice necessary... that when I die... he'll have access to a thousand... well here, I managed to get it all on tape." Carl fumbles into his pocket. A few small plastic vodka bottles tumble free as he gets the bulky, antiquated cassette player and clicks it on.

[Hiss of static]

[indistinct] "A thousand worlds, my lamb. Each with billions of souls... billions of hearts to break and minds to twist as I please. And once I've fed, glutted myself on the untold sufferings of the Omniverse, I'll... accursed swamp creature, get away from that tower!"

[indistinct sounds-- crackling fire, confused muddle of voices]

"Target aquired. Let's hope this gizmo of yours works, Richards. This ain't like baggin' crocs back home."

[sound of static discharge and the peroxide hiss of electrons]

"You all right, mate?"

"Just a little shook up. Luckily the fire burnt through my ropes before I was too badly toasted."

"You one of the local feds, mate? You were told to stay back and let S.H.I.E.L.D. handle this."

"Believe me, it wasn't my idea. That thing grabbed me and... holy cats, is that man...stretching?"

"Incredible. It seems that Stephen's calibrations to the Transmaterializer were a success... otherwise the demon would have phased right out of my--"

"Careful, Dr. Richards. Shielding us from the demon's attack modes is difficult even for me. Let's get him to the Vault and save the analysis for later."

"Unhand me you insipid dolt!"

"Look at 'em thrash! Careful now Reed... he can still bitecha... and from the looks of those teeth, I'd bet his mouth is full of bacteria, just like a komodo dragons."

"You're right Steve. You know on Monster Island, I encountered a species--"

"Say, where'd that swamp creature go? I sure wanted to have a closer look at that beauty."

"Gentlemen, please!"

"Right, sorry Charlie. I just get excited when we encounter some new species of--- is that man supposed to be taking pictures?"

Carl clicked the tape player off. Tony sat tapping a pencil against the side of his hand.

"Welllll... aren't you going to say something?"

"Carl... this really takes the cake, do you know that? I mean this tops everything."

"I know. Its a Pullitzer for sure."

"Pullitzer? You mean you actually think I am going to print this garbage? Without one single shred of corroboration?"

"Corroboration? Here... I have three tapes, where Dakimh spells out everything."

"Recorded confirmations made by your drinking buddies don't count, Carl... or don't you think I can smell the bourbon on your breath?"

"Look, you'd have a couple belts too if you went through..."

"Excuse me Mr. Vincenzo?"

"Not now Updike!"

"Theres a call for Carl on line three."

Carl reaches across and grabs the phone before Tony can react. "Kolchak, INS. Uh-huh. That a fact? And you say she levitated? Uh-huh. No no, just give me the name and address, I'll check it out." Scribbling in his pad. "Macneil, got it. I owe you one Mulder." He hangs up the phone.

"Carl.."

"Look, Tony, its all in my story. I can't talk now, I gotta catch a flight pronto."

"Flight? Flight where?"

"DC." Carl grabs his hat and slings the camera over his shoulder.

"DC? What the hell is happening in DC?"

Carl pauses at the door, takes a breath and exhales. "An exorcsim."

[OverMaster]

OOC: Scarface prelude this afternoon.

[Tommy]

Groovy Gang THE PROLOGUE!

It was day three of the stand off between the FBI and the inhabitants of the run down van. The FBI was certain that the van’s inhabitants were some sort of cult and so were furiously attempting to capture them. Most of day two had been spent playing a Backstreet Boys album over positively massive loudspeakers.

Inside the van Ted was holding an automatic weapon. “With our savior, the lord Jesus Christ, on our side these guys don’t stand a chance!” he said eagerly while firing.

Out the other window a dowdy Val was similarly firing into the ring of FBI vehicles that surrounded them. “The males like death -- it excites him sexually and, already dead inside, he wants to die,” she screamed into the either.

Ted took a moment to look over at Patty. Patty was just sitting there, seemingly about to cry. “Patty, you’re not helping us. Don’t you want to help us?”

“But Ted, firing weapons at gov…”

“Patty… do you want to eat this week?”

“Yes Ted,” she said hesitantly and quietly.

“Well if you want to eat then you WILL TAKE THIS GUN AND SHOOT THEM!” he said extremely chipper.

“Yes Ted,” Patty said taking the weapon and leaning out the window next to him.

In the back of the van Sonny looked out the back windows.

“Man Groovy… this is like really freaking bad!” he said to a large dog sitting next to him.

“Ze Master vill protect you! Zis is ze Master’s vill!” the dog responded as it started scratching its ear with its hind leg.

“Man! Why won’t you ever talk to them?” asked Sonny as he nervously fondled his weapon.

“I am not here to talk to zem! You are ze chosen of God. You are ze Sword of Michael. You vill strike a righteous vengeance upon ze Earth!”

“But, man, I don’t… dude this is too freaking messed up!”

“Fire Sonny! And let ze shaft of God punish ze vicked!”

Sonny propped open the rear window and started firing out it.

Outside the FBI were hunkered down behind their cars. The captain was about to pull out his bullhorn and start issuing orders to the residents of the van but suddenly someone behind him yanked it out of his hands.

“This is a major screw up. On your part.”

The FBI agent turned to see a bright red guy with purple underpants standing behind him.



“And you are?”

“I’m Thunderbolt Klaw of Earth 442. And three days to capture four dirty hippies and a dog? That shows a sickening level of incompetence. But we will take over the situation from here.”

“What… you don’t have the authorization.”

“I most certainly do!” Klaw said taking out the psychic paper he had stolen from a reality where the Thunderbolts had attempted to capture Dalek Sec.

After looking at the paper the captain handed it back. “Well I guess you can give it a shot.”

“Of course,” said Klaw. He turned behind him and said, “Thunderbolt Jigglypuff, do your stuff.”



A bright pink blob of a creature hopped into the line of fire. Bullets bounced harmlessly off its body. It took out a microphone, or on closer inspection a black marker.

“Jiiiiiigggggglllllllyyyyyypuuuuuffff Jigggggggglllllllllyyyyyyypuuuuufffff
Jiiiiiigggggggllllllyyyyyyyypuuuuuffffffffff Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggggllllllllpuuufffffff
Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggggllllllllllllllll lyyyyyyyyypuuuuuuuuuuuufffffff”

It sang on, but no one other than Klaw heard more of the song. Everyone one else had fallen asleep. Including the inhabitants of the van.

Talking into his communicator Klaw said “I’ve got four to pick up. And a dog. And let’s take the van too.”

[Lord of Nonsensical Crap]

Meanwhile, in a piece-of-crap Colorado mountain town....the doorbell rang.

"Eric, honey, will you get the door?" Mrs. Cartman asked from upstairs, where she was no doubt doing something that cannot be written down here.



"But Mooooom, I watching Terence and Philip!" Eric Cartman whined.

The doorbell rang again.

"Eric, sweetie, get the door!" came Mrs. Cartman's voice again.

Eric's whining reached a high-pitched crescendo. "Moooom, I'm trying to watch Terence and Philip's 50th anniversary episoooooooode!"

The doorbell rang again.

"GAWD DAMMIT! Alright, that does it!" Eric flung his Cheesy Poofs to the side and got up. "Stupid assholes, can't stop ringing the doorbell while I'm watching Terence and Philip!"

With that, Cartman angrily opened the door, half-expecting to see those bastards Stan and Kyle. What he did not expect to see, however, were to big guys in military uniforms.

"Eric Cartman?" one of them asked.

Eric shrank downwards under the man's stern gaze. "Um....yes?"

"You're coming with us," the other said. "You're under arrest for villainous conduct under Code 47211."

"What?" Eric shrieked as the two men took hold of him. "But...but....Terence and Philip! MOOOOOOM!"

Eric was cut short as the door slammed shut and he was dragged to the waiting SHIELD copter. Naturally, Mrs. Cartman was too busy doing....whatever she was doing....to even hear what had happened.

And so began the ordeal of Eric Cartman....

[Forefinger]

Ahh. I drank, fragged, and fornicated for two weeks straight. I woke up in a room with a hangover that lasted for a week. After I got over that, then some bastiches gas me whenever I try ta get outta my room at tha detox center. Wait. Some bastich keeps tappin' on the wall. STOP THAT DAMN TAPPIN' BASTICH! THE MAIN MAN IS TRYING TO REST AND RELAX HERE! Alright bastich, you keep tappin' and I'm going to eat your guts for.......wait....it's a code.....What tha frag is "The Vault"?

[Eternal Torment]

Wild Dog: Prologue

On the first day, there was carnage. The entire police force was wiped out in a few hours.

On the second day, there was blood. Innocent civilians were gunned down by the dozen.

On the third day, there was ruin. Those two had destroyed the city just to get SHIELD's attention.

"Ahehehehehe. Look, they're coming. Those pests would be so easy to eliminate."

It was his mission. Eternity paid both of them for this job. To work for the Agency until the incident with Rogers was all cleared up. Wild Dog and his apprentice, Wild Fang were given "enhancements" to keep up with these people. Nobody told him that cosmic energy could give him that much power.

His instructions were clear. "Infiltrate the next Traitor game by any means necessary. Once there, prevent the Organization from interfering. It is guaranteed that they will make their move this time around."

Wild Dog grinned. "All right, Fang. When they get here, we'll let them capture us. Don't try anything, or else they'll go for a kill instead of an arrest." His follower nodded. "Understood, sir."

The agents moved in.....

[Schornforce]

OOC: Hitokiri, you missed the sign-up thread. But if you want, try PMing Purple Skull. The game just started, so he might let ya in.

Purple Skull, I love the new poster!

Tommy, Jigglypuff???? JIGGLYPUFF!!!!!! :D You, Tommy, are awesome. :D

BIC:

Bizarro Epilogue:

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents went to work on their trap. Everything was set up rather nicely to capture one of the deadliest villains in all the DCU--













...

Anyhow, they just threw a net over him. No big whoop. But just as they were about to load the two-bit lame-ass villain into their super-fortified, brand-spankin' new uber-deluxe helicarrier, one of them noticed something--

"Hey, my shoelace is untied."

...

"Nevermind that-- look! Up in the sky!!!! It's a bird! No! It's a plane!"

"You really should get some glasses, Phil-- it's *gulp*--


BIZARRO!!!!"

"GOODBYE!!! ME NO HELP CIT-IZEN IN TROUBLE!!!!" Bizarro freed Crazy Quilt from his net with a single swipe of his superstrong pinky.
"I'm free! Thanks, pal."

"NOW YOU NO AM FREE AS BIRD!!! FLY AWAY NOW!!!!" "What? Wait-- I can't flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...." It looked like Crazy Quilt was blasting off again as Bizarro tossed him miles and miles away with a single unceremonious flip.

The leader of the S.H.I.E.L.D. squadron with only 3 hours left to go until retirement (where he can finally enjoy his newly purchased yacht) backed away nervously. "N-Now, you stay back, big fella, or we'll have to use force. Sawyer! Allan! Get the really BIG net!"

Bizarro cocked his head as he advanced curiously on the S.H.I.E.L.D. commander.

"I said, STAY BACK!!!" The commander opened fire with an experimental laser pistol as his troops readied the net. The shot hurt Bizarro and the net went over him.

"Well. That's a relief. Nothing could POSSIBLY go wrong now."

Bizarro quickly recovered from the blast and ripped the net to shreds. He then advanced awkwardly to the now panicked commander.

"ME LIKE YOU. ME LIKE YOU A LITTLE. A WHOLE LITTLE. YOU NOT HURT BIZARRO. NOW, ME NO WANT HURT YOU!"

Before any of the troops could react, Bizarro #1 let loose his 'heat vision,' flash freezing the poor commander. Then, as he turned to face the soldiers, he knocked the commander over, shattering him to bits.

"He- he just killed commander Roberts-- and right after the commander just got remarried and got that estate up North where he was going to retire in peace and raise adorbable puppies, too!"

"Who could have seen it coming?"

"What do we do? If we shoot him, we'll just make him angry!!! ...I wouldn't like him when he's angry!"

"I have an idea! Distract him!"

"Bizarro! Uh... when was the battle of 1812?"

"HUH?!!! ....THAT NO AM TOUGHIE...... .....ME NO SAY LAST WEDNESDAY."

As Bizarro pondered the answer, one soldier made his way to his deceased commander's bag and pulled out.... something.

"BIZARRO!!! LOOK!" As the soldier held the purloined object at Bizarro, the strange creature's face fell. "YES!!!! IT NO AM MY ONE TRUE STRENGTH-NESS!!!"

The soldier had grabbed a little hot dog shaped chew toy from the commander's bag and squeaked it cheerily to the now-enthralled Bizarro. "OOOOOOO.... IT NO AM SQUEAKY. SQUEAKYSQUEAKYSQUEAKY!!!!" The soldier tossed the hot dog into the Helicarrier. As Bizarro went to 'fetch' it, the other soldiers turned on the power dampeners and forcefields, effectively capturing Bizarro.

After breathing a sigh of relief, the soldiers watched as Bizarro's struggling echoed ominously and the helicarrier rocked back and forth.

One of the soldiers finally spoke up, "Yeah. You guys have fun flying that thing back to the Vault. I'm gonna go catch a cab."

[Tommy]

Tommy, Jigglypuff???? JIGGLYPUFF!!!!!! :D You, Tommy, are awesome. :D

OOC: Why thank you. When I thought "How do we knock these no good hippies out and take them to the Vault?" the obvious solution was a gratuitous Pokemon cameo.

[Jeremi]

Blackheart prologue

Blackheart was sitting inside an abandoned warehouse plotting to once again overthrow his father.

“Father! I will take my rightful place as lord over your dimension! I swear to it!”

Suddenly Blackheart heard a voice seemingly coming from nowhere. “You pathetic excuse for a demon would never be able to overthrow your father.”

Blackheart started franticly to search for the source of the voice. “You dare speak to me? Blackheart like this! Show yourself!”

The voice gave out a laugh as it continued to speak. “Turn around and see who mocks you.” Blackheart turned around only to see a mirror with his reflection suddenly the reflection moved on its own. “How can you accomplish such a task if your own psych is against you…face it your just a puppet being pulled by Mephisto’s strings forever to be caught in his shadow.”

“SILENCE!” Blackheart let out a crackling of lighting bolt destroying the mirror. As the shards fell to ground they got inhabited by imaginary Blackheart’s mocking him. “You’re a failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Blackheart let out a powerful blast that destroyed the whole warehouse area leaving him the only thing left. “Aaaah, finally some peace and quiet.”

Then he heard a voice from behind him. “Would you like to buy some cookies?”

Blackheart turned around seeing a little girl in a Girl Scout costume. “What is this nonsense? Be gone from my sight girl, lest you don’t want to be incinerated.”

“So mister I take it you won’t buy my cookies?”

“Yes.”

“Positive?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly the girl jumps at Blackheart grabbing him. “What is this nonsense? Unhand me!”

The girls face opens revealing a timer. “Nick Fury gives his regards.”

“WHAT!” The timer reaches zero and a flashing white light surrounds Blackheart trapping him inside a white sphere. A S.H.I.E.L.D. troop arrives taking possession of the sphere. “Affirmative the heart has stopped I repeat, the heart has stopped.”

“Excellent bring him in, I have plans for him.”

This capture has been brought to you by PIS, if its impossible we can do it.

To Be Continued…in the next post. :D

[God_of_Awesome]

"No. Effing. Way," The Dark Wizard stated quite simply, "I am not going to do a strip tease for a bunch of gay old men with a fetish for faceless men! No!"



"Tsk, tsk," Tsked the sneaky Elf Prince, "You say that as if you have a choice."

"Which I do, by the way."

"My Law Ninja say differently!" Thief declared, gesturing towards the dozen blue clad ninjas behind him.



"Wait, didn't your Law Ninja used to be a very striking and handsome shade of red?" The Crimson Wizard asked.

"Handsome shade of red?" Black Mage asked Red Mage increduously.

"What? I like red."

"Huh?" Thief turned around, and looked upon the seven blue-clad ninja. Then he looked down at his four unconscious red-clad Law Ninja. Then he looked back at the blue ninja.

"And you are?"

"We are Ninja of S.H.I.E.L.D, but you can call us Ninja of SHIELD, or Ninja of Shield, or SHIELD Ninja or even Shield Ninja," The leader said.

"However, you ay not call us the Sexy Seven, as that is our male-stripper stage name and we're doing our day jobs at the moment," Said another.

"Riiiiight. And what do you want with us?"

"You are all under arrest for various villainous acts of villainy, villains!" The leader accused.

"Yeah? And what if we don't plan to go qui-"

"GOBLIN KICK!" One of them declared as he kicked Black Mage in the groin. Black Mage crumbled like paper. Tumbled like a house of cards. And other various analogies using verbs that rhyme with 'Umbled.'

"Ha! Two can play at that game!" Red Mage declared before kicking the offending ninja in the groin with a declaration of, "GOBLIN KICK!"

However, the SHIELD Ninja still stood.

"But, but, but...."

"We are eunuchs. The Goblin Kick is ineffective against us," The ninja declared.

"Ahhh..."

Two more Goblin Kicks later....

As the SHIELD Ninja prepared to stow the three into their invisible SHIELD Ninja Van, a certain sword man appeared.



"Yo!"

"Who's that?" One ninja asked his superior.

"Hm? Records say that he's off his charges on account of insanity."

"So? We take the likes of Joker away. Why not him?"

"Well, he's not criminally insane, just slightly delusional to his asscoiates' behavior."

"Hey, where're you guys take BM? Can I come too?"

"Sorry, son. BM's going away for a long time."

"Wha- wha? Take me with!"

"Sorry, son. We can't do that."

Fighter's face contorts into one of pure rage, and he whip out a pair of sword-chucks.

"TAKE ME WITH HIM!!!!"

Half an hour later...

All seven ninjas breathed hard, their clutch on their katana weakening from a half-hour of fighting the crazed Fighter and his ridiculous weapon. The six subordinates looked to their leader, who nodded.

"Hey, Fighter! Wanna come with us where we're taking BM?" The leader asked.

"Do I ever!?"

[OverMaster]

VENTRILOQUIST AND SCARFACE PROLOGUE.

Gotham City, eleven months before 'One Year Later'.

The dozens of men gathered at the warehouse waited until the frail old man stepped into the spotlight before them all, carrying his wooden dummy firmly perched on a hand. He wore a new and expensive black suit, contrasting with his colorful, slightly silly looking, polka dot bowtie and bowler hat. His dummy wore old style gangster clothes over its diminutive frame; a hat obscured most of its features, but the large, deep scar running down its face still was very visible for everyone.

Immediately, the men stopped chattering and muttering between themselves. They all fixed their attentions on the old man, and most specially on the (rather large for the dummy's size) machinegun the dummy was clutching to.

"Gentlemen" the raspy, rough voice seemed to come out from the dummy itself; it was cold and inhuman, humorless. "I'm glad ya could come here. Yer certainly made da right choice, fer now at least... Let's hope ya keep it dat way".

The old man behind the dummy seemed uneasy, even as the wooden little man somehow gave everyone a full sensation of being confident and even arrogant as he continued saying, "Well, weeks have passed now, from dat end-of-da world crap and dat so-called Gattle at Metropolis. Gotham's still healin' and lickin' its wounds, and Gatman hasn't geen seen in weeks. Some say he died in gattle... an' while I won't gelieve dat 'til I've seen da gody, I still think we must take da chance while we can!".

"What do you suggest, Scarface?" a large man smoking a cigarette huffed. Damon Shugrue, former lieutenant at the gang of the now deceased Black Mask.

"It's ogvious, Mr. Shugrue!" Scarface all but yelled. "Wit' yer goss dead, Gatman an' da Joker missin' fer weeks, and no one gut da Junior Gat-Wannage Grigade patrollin' da streets, it's time for all of Gotham's gangs to unite under a single leader! Someone who can lead y'all in da future, leavin' da Gang War crap gehind! Someone wit' da grilliant grains, and da experience ta take advantage of da current chaos!".

"In other words, you want us to unite under you" a tattooed Street Demon grumbled, playing with a shiv. "Ya know, Penguin has been sending the same signals all over town, and he ain't half as crazy as you, Pinocchio".

For a moment, it almost seemed Scarface actually boiled alive with rage, its expression changing to demonical anger in a way almost impossible for a wooden figure. "Ya fool!". He aimed his machinegun at the gang member. "Penguin has no guts! Dat fat gird ain't good fer nothin' gut ta sit at his nest and ge a glip under Gatman's radar! Ya'll never get anywhere under his leadership!".

Then, however, he seemed to tense, as if sensing something. "M-Mr. Scarface?" the old man asked him meekly. "Is... something wrong?".

"I heard someone out there" Scarface lifted his head a bit, narrowing his glass eyes. "Mayge da Gat's gack".

And then, before any further word was uttered, the front door exploded in a maelstrom of splintered wood and twisted metal. The Gotham underworld members spun around and opened fire on the intruders, but they were no match for them: The armored, highly better armed strangers countered with superior firepower and mowed most of them down in a matter of seconds. Seeing that, the rest of the gangsters threw their guns down and surrendered.

"Boss! Down!" Rhino, the large and strong main henchman for Scarface, pushed his boss down to the floor and shielded him with his own body as soon as the fire exchange started. "UNGH!" Rhino shouted as a stray bullet hit him on a shoulder.

"GAH!" Scarface yelled vehemently as the old man carrying him wet his pants. "Lemme go, Rhino! We gotta split outta here, now! Some damn dougle-crossin' rat sold us out to da cops!! Why, I swear I'll get glood from dat stinkin'...".

"Arnold Wesker" the SHIELD Squad Leader at the site calmly walked to the dummy, the henchman and the old man, closely followed by six agents schooling guns on them. "You are under arrest on the charges of murder, robbery, massive criminal conspiracy, kidnapping and extorsion. Throw the dummy down, NOW".

"Hey, I'm da goss here, not dis wimp! Capice?!" Scarface angrily kicked Wesker back in the stomach, making him to moan. "Who da hell are ya anyway? Yer no Gotham cop! Are ya wit' da Army, or what?!".

"I told you already, drop the dummy" the Squad Leader repeated as one of his men gave a warning shot, instantly making a terrified Wesker to let his boss to fall.

"YOWLCH! GODDAMN GUTLESS WIMP!!".

"That's better" The Squad Leader said. "As for your question, all you need to know for now is you are arrested, and that's all. Men, cuff them down. Operation completed. Radio Fury and inform him about it".