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Post by Vice honcho room temperature on Aug 15, 2006 1:02:46 GMT -5
I'm bored so lets make a topic where you post something you wrote and/or read other people's and rate them
I'll start something with something I wrote that I don't care much for
I need to write something with a little heart And some emotion to connect with the loners out there Maybe a little romantic to get the girls to swoon over it
And I can’t sound desperate for the girl I like, even though I am since it would sound pathetic And its all been done before by the teen in his room sitting in the dark with his journal
Somehow it should all fit together be the hit to make the money and yet not be the sell out Who people won’t think of in a year The end result some how never satisfies and in the end
I need to write something with a little heart And some emotion to connect with the loners out there Maybe a little romantic to get the girls to swoon over it
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Post by Candyman's surprise on Aug 15, 2006 1:07:22 GMT -5
I didn't write it and I really don't care for it but this has been in my head all day
"Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit He took the midnight train goin' anywhere
A singer in a smokey room A smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Streetlight people, living just to find emotion Hiding, somewhere in the night
Working hard to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill Payin' anything to roll the dice, just one more time Some will win, some will lose Some were born to sing the blues Oh, the movie never ends It goes on and on and on and on
Don't stop believin' Hold on to the feelin' Streetlight people"
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Post by Vice honcho room temperature on Aug 15, 2006 1:09:04 GMT -5
10/10 candyman A rare find.
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Post by THE Dinobot on Aug 15, 2006 1:26:50 GMT -5
Okay, someone can rate this. It's titled, "No More Blues".
Mailman, don't bring me no more blues I know it's your job, but it's my shoes I know you gotta make a living to survive But you dont have to bring me something that could hurt my life You know, when I was younger, I never did care But now that I'm older, I wish it wasn't here Mailman, don't bring me no more blues I know it's your job, but it's my shoes Don't bring me no more envenlopes or headline news Mailman, dont bring me no more blues Dont knock on my door and ask me to sign I've been through it before, that's where I draw the line I dont want no more blues, Mailman But no matter what I do, he doesn't fail, man Mailman, don't bring me no more blues I know it's your job, but it's my shoes Don't bring me no more envenlopes or headline news Mailman, dont bring me no more blues Mailman, don't bring me no more blues I know it's your job, but it's my shoes Mailman, dont bring me no more blues....No more blues for me.
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Post by The Line on Aug 15, 2006 4:02:51 GMT -5
this is one of my creations, entitled My Car is a Coffin
My Car is a coffin, it traps me when I’m inside, Last Night after dropping you off at home I almost died. I went into the other lane Swerving to miss some deer And hit an oncoming motorist Who had one to many beers.
My life flashed before my eyes Not after long I thought of you. I know I couldn’t leave just yet And abandon a love so true. I thought of our first date And how it ended in the backseat We had to roll down the windows We could just barely stand the heat.
Or how we used speed down the boulevard With the wind rustling through your hair, I wouldn’t ever see how fast we went Because frankly I didn’t care. Then we’d hit the back roads And we’d park on some vacant land There we could do things and talk The whole time you would hold my hand
My Car is a coffin, Derelict and very old, With all replacement parts And rust the color of gold My Car is a coffin, A deathtrap on the highway But if I had the option, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Post by razorsedge on Aug 15, 2006 6:00:22 GMT -5
"Hey there mister science-guy... Don't spray that aerosol in my eye... For I don't really want to die... I'm a noble rabbit!" ...
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Post by Vice honcho room temperature on Aug 15, 2006 14:00:57 GMT -5
bump ftw
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Post by chibidiablo on Aug 15, 2006 14:54:03 GMT -5
I think people are too shy to post here
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Post by Funkyjumbo on Aug 15, 2006 15:57:31 GMT -5
Little Birdie: Little birdie on the wall' Ain't you got no sense at all? Silly thing that walls been plastered, Now your stuck you stupid B******
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Post by TsfNugeFan on Aug 15, 2006 16:03:40 GMT -5
Aaargg.. I wrote this for English. My teacher didn't like it > . Then again, you probably won't either. I can see what you can not... Burns the flesh and the eyes will rot... Try your hardest but do take heed What you don't have is what you need For far inside that icy tomb Evil greets your grisly doom In that chamber where death awaits.. Gaze upon him and seal your fate Long still coffins now opened wide Bloodied stench comes from inside Headsman's axe falls down in vain Victims scream in horrid pain Slice the bone and it is chipped What was once your home becomes your crypt... The Undead now arise To claim their kingdom, where darkness thrives Their burning kingdom of the fey Brought to life on Judgement Day
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Post by TsfNugeFan on Aug 15, 2006 16:04:31 GMT -5
Little Birdie: Little birdie on the wall' Ain't you got no sense at all? Silly thing that walls been plastered, Now your stuck you stupid B****** That one's good. 10/10
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But ... why is all the rum gone?
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Post by Grendel on Aug 15, 2006 16:21:47 GMT -5
I think people are too shy to post here Because of the restrictions, most of my stuff can't be posted here.
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Post by amsiraK on Aug 15, 2006 16:24:03 GMT -5
I'mma likin'! 10/10 for everyone who posted original stuff.
And 10/10 for the non-original stuff, too. I'm in a good mood today. LOL
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Post by nostradumbass on Aug 15, 2006 16:27:24 GMT -5
It has to be songs/poems?
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Post by amsiraK on Aug 15, 2006 16:28:18 GMT -5
No. Post away!
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Post by nostradumbass on Aug 15, 2006 16:33:11 GMT -5
So, here we are again. Back in 1992, when adventure games were the thing and Sierra dominated the market. When computers were slow and puzzles that depended on the speed of your system were totally acceptable and all the rage. When point and click wasn't hated by biased, untalented writers working for biased, birdcage-lining, gaming magazines and adventures were ripe with dead ends and chances to die. Good times. Also a time when VGA was pretty young, talkies were virtually unheard of, and CD ROM Drives were considered a luxury. And with the release of the CD version of Sierra's Space Quest IV: Roger Wilco and the Time Rippers, the company would break ground as one of the first to release a game to pack all of above mentioned features. Voice acting, VGA, and in CD form. Though gamers were wowed by the CD release of SQ4, it would be a year later, when the CD version of King's Quest VI would hit store shelves, and be considered the ultimate revolutionary game.
But today, we'll talk about Space Quest IV. Sure, at a technical aspect, it was amazing. But what about what really matters, the story and gameplay? Was it on par with the classic Space Quest humor and unique puzzles? Very much so.
We rejoin our beloved hero, Roger Wilco, as he returns home to Xenon from another successful adventure, rescuing the two guys from Andromeda. Roger decides to tie one down and treat himself to a little something to celebrate another job well done at one of the many seedy bars in Xenon. Roger does not hesitate to bore a few of the locals with tales of his adventures. They’re happy to listen, just so long as Roger is buying. In the middle of one of Roger’s incredibly exaggerated stories, a couple armed men kindly ask Roger to step outside. Roger understandably agrees and they head for the parking lot. Once there, one of the men pulls out a holograph that flickers on and reveals a very familiar, though not too friendly, face. Why, it’s Roger’s old arch foe Sludge Vohaul! Roger can’t believe how this can be, as he destroyed Vohaul and his evil plan back in the day. Obviously, janitor’s intuition isn’t all that reliable. Vohaul informs Roger that his “future plans” cannot be risked by keeping him alive. Plus, he’s rather upset about Space Quest II still. Just as the armed minions are about to blast a sixth hole into our hero, another pair of armed men spring from the shadows and save Roger from certain doom. Before Roger can react, one of the soldiers grabs him and makes a run for it. Roger demands to know what’s going on, but there is no time for that. The gunner shoots a wall and leaves an opening that leads to what seems to be nowhere. And, without even a goodbye, shoves Roger in it.
Roger falls down, seemingly to never land. Until finally, another opening appears and spits him back out. Roger lands safely… but where? It looks like Xenon, and yet, it looks a lot more… post-apocalyptic. Roger soon finds out that it is Xenon and it is indeed after the apocalypse. He knows now that he must go back to the past and eliminate Vohaul once and for all. What follows is a fantastic adventure, of danger, romance and impossible speed puzzles, spanning from prequel to sequel in SPACE QUEST IV: ROGER WILCO AND THE TIME RIPPERS!
Another overused sci-fi cliché successfully parodied by Mark Crowe and company. In fact, this is easily the funniest and best executed game in the series. Every single frame of the game, every single line of dialog, all of it is just joke after joke. It never lets up and it’s never unsuccessful. The wide variety of jokes is very large as well. Whether it’s a good old cross-dressing joke, an adorable one-liner from Gary Owens, or a parody of the cheese-tastic village-of-scantily-clad-women-who-capture-some-male-space-traveler-and-“torture”-him sci-fi cliché, it never fails to make you laugh. The game its self is sort of short, but if you trigger all the in-jokes, such as traveling to all of the Space Quest prequels, the game’s length is about average. A lot of the game is just the jokes, and some might see that as a flaw, but it’s not much of a problem to me. But I digress. SQ4 is the funniest game in the series, and could very well be the funniest game of all-time.
Of course, I’m sure everybody who plays adventure games is quite familiar with SQ4’s graphic style and of course it was one of the first games to use VGA and we can all appreciate that. Whatever. I won’t ramble on about that. It has historical importants and that’s all I’ll say. Instead, let’s talk about the audio. Thanks to the magic of the compact disc, SQ4 features higher-quality music and more realistic sound effects than what you’d get on floppy discs. That’s all fine and dandy, but you already know that. The big thing here was actual voice work. SQ4 and the games that followed it did away with text and set the stage for voice actors to find work in the world of games. Thanks to Sierra's big budjet, though, the programmers didn't have to do the acting like in King's Quest 5. They were able to hire professionals, and thank god. Every actor in SQ4 does a good job and nobody stands out as annoying or just stupid. Which I think is a huge accomplishment considering how early this game was in that department and adventures are still having a problem with that today. However, the voice acting that stands out above everything else is the one and only Gary Owens as the narrator. I can honestly say that this game wouldn’t be half as good without him. The hilarious one-liners that Owens spits out at rapid fire, in his sarcastic, over-the-top way is done simply to perfection. In over a decade, there has yet to be a better voice actor in a game. That’s not opinion, it’s the undisputed truth.
SQ4 carries the traditional Sierra interface. Toolbar, series of icons, point and click. In range of puzzles, the game falls a bit short. Some are actually pretty clever, but most are very tricky arcade sequences. I usually don’t like to fault games just because they have a different style of puzzle, but some of these sequences are just too frustrating. I can tolerate catching the green goop and killing the octopus, but some I just couldn’t stand. The maze to the mainframe computer and of course the infamous Skate-O-Rama comes to mind. Puzzles that were impossible to play on any machine that was built after 1994 (However, these problems can be solved with DOSBox). I often hear people say that the game isn’t good because of these parts, but if you can’t tolerate these puzzles, what are you doing playing a Sierra game at all? But as much I want to defend the game, I can’t deny that I was agitated by a few puzzles in SQ4 myself.
But with its genius writing and Gary Owens, Space Quest IV simply cannot be ignored and could very well be placed among some of the greatest adventures ever. If you can look past the frustrating action puzzles, then expect a great game.
9.4/10
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Post by Bobafett on Aug 15, 2006 17:24:33 GMT -5
I think I'll submit my old short story (i did in the other forum a while back..and I want verdicts of the newer crappers )
Prey Dary D. Braithwaite Slave 1 set down on Myrkr, former base of operations for the smuggler Talon Karrade, but Boba fett wasn't there to collect some ysalamiri, the rodent-like creatures that are known to block force user's powers, no, Fett could handle Jedi and others like them. Fett was after a group of pirates who had kidnaped the daughter of the small time criminal Lonay. The Twi'lek, who had been a member of Black Sun before Xizors demise but since has turned his had to more...down to earth crminal activities, Cioya his daughter was the only thing, apart from credits, he truely loved, the 50,000 credit reward was testement to that. The pirates hijacked her transport in the hope they could squeeze all his credits from him, they hadn't counted on the Twi'lek hiring Fett...this would be their downfall. these Pirates weren't stupid, there was a sensor blanket surrounding their camp and a large radius from it, which ment he had to land a distance away, that was a minor inconvienien! ce. Fett strode out of his ship..looked around him, seeing nothing but deep thick jungle, one sequence of code from his wrist gauintlet powered the ship down,. Boba Fett had landed. Fett reached the base quicker than even he estimated, what he saw wasn't the what he had expected either, there was no-one in sight, he strode out into the clearing, that was when he noticed all the blood..puddles of blood everywere dotting the grass and mud with red(or whatever colour of the wounded or dead creature had) there were also weapons near the blood, but no bodies. Fett cautiously made his way to the main complex. More of the same....then when he entered the main seeping area, he found the bodies(at leasyt some of them) skinned and hung from the ceiling. there was shouting, almost crying coming from down the corridor. there he found Cioya, huddled in a corner of a rusted cell. "did my father send you?" she asked tearfully, "yes Lonay set me here to retrieve you" he then fired at the lock with his blaster, then swung the cell door open, she gingerly steped out of the cell. "what happened here?" he asked, "I do not know whatever attacked hem could not be seen, like a ghost", fett dismissed her last comment there had to be a reason for this, a logical one. They left the encampment, unaware they were being watched.... "Can't we stop for a rest" Cioya shouted to Fett, who was moving a pace too fast for her "If you must, but only for a short period", she gratefully sat on a fallen log, sweeping her lekku, or headtails, behind her shoulders. "so youre the greatest bounty hunter there is huh, I've heard alot about you, to be honest, i expected you to be taller", "What makes you think..." fett stopped midsentence, he spotted what appeard to be three red dots on his chest, "get down!" he shouted , he then rolled to his side just before the energy bolt hit him. The predator could not believe the reflexes of his prey, this would prove to be a challenge. Fett tossed his blaster(which had been damaged in the blast) and gave Cioya a small device "this will help you locate my ship...go..go now, I'll divert attention from you, "but..." she stammered "GO!!!!" Fett shouted as he fired his wrist mounted rocket in the general direction where the shot origionated from then ran into the undergrowth. The rocket caught the Predator off guard. The rocket itself missed and impacted the neighbouring tree, the resulting explosion throwing the Predator to the floor below. The creature heaved itself up from the floor, energy lances running all over its body as the damaged cloaking device struggled for life. The figure stood becoming completely visible against the floral backdrop, showing biomechanical armour and two huge blades extending from its right hand. Letting out a primal roar, the Predator began its pursuit of the bounty hunter, of what was now its prey, completely disregarding the other life form which had retreated into the jungle. Fett glanced back to see if he was being pursued, what he saw chasing him was unlike anything he had faced before. The creature was tall and muscular, armed to the teeth with powerful looking weapons. Fett new immediately, this was not going to be easy. The Predator was almost within arms reach when Fett fired his rocket pack, sending all his momentum high into the air and back the way he came. Cutting the burst, Fett dropped himself down behind the Predator whilst unsheathing a viroblade from one of his utility pockets. Lunging forward with the viroblade extended out in front of his body, Fett attacked this mysterious creature. The blade scored a deep hole in the creatures mechanical armour piercing through to score a minor wound on the Predator. Letting out a deafening roar of pain, the Predator spun bringing his wrist blades in an upward arc, striking Fett across the chest and throwing him across the ground into the overgrowth that surrounded them. Fett sat up trying to shake the dazed feeling from his head, feeling the grooves of where the razor sharp pieces of metal had sliced his Mandalorian armour. Luckily the material was very strong, and prevented the blades from slicing Fett into two. Standing u! p, Fett began to move back towards the Predator, stepping slowly first of all before launching himself into an all out charge at the large creature. Fett launched fist after fist at the creatures abdomen, reducing his opponent to the same height before bringing his right fist up in a strong upper cut into the throat of the Predator, dropping it to the floor with a resounding thud. The Predator lay motionless on the floor, so Fett cautiously walked over and dropped to one knee by its side. Looking down into the eyes of his foe, he whispered unemotionally, "What are you?" Silence fell, only Fett's breath could be heard over the sound of distant wildlife. Fett picked his head up and looked around to see if there were any more immediate dangers in the vicinity. Until he heard a sound come from his attacker. "What the hell are you?" came across slowly and mechanically followed by what sounded like a snarl from the Predator. The powerful arm of the alien struck up from the ground with lightning speed finding its hand resting on the throat of the bounty hunter before lifting him off the floor and tossing him over into a nearby tree. Fett shook himself and stood up, once again to find himself in the vice like grip of the Predator. Fett struggled against the huge hands of the alien hunter but was once again thrown across the clearing into a thick tree trunk. Again pulling himself to his feet Fett staggered, trying to gain his balance long enough to take the fight back to the superior being. As Fett looked back towards the Predator, he saw the energy buildup within the shoulder mounted blaster, and immediately made a diving roll off to his left, just as the energy blast lanced through the space he was occupying, reducing the tree to charcoal. Fett began a tactical retreat into the jungle overgrowth hoping that it would provide him with some cover. As he ran, he found himself at the edge of a canyon, with steep white walls and a small river meandering through the middle. He heard energy blasts coming closer and closer, so he knew his only option was to get to the other side. The only concern crossing the Bounty Hunters mind was whether the rocket pack had been damaged in the skirmish that had already taken place, but he had no choice but to put his faith in it. Taking a small run up to the edge, Fett launched himself up into the air, immediately lighting his rockets hurtling him into the air towards the relative safety of the opposite side. The rocket pack coughed as it carried Fett across the canyon, until his feet were safely back on the jungle floor the other side. Fett turned to see if the Predator was following but couldn't see anything, no movement from the jungle at all. Fett listened intently to see if the wind would carry any sound to give away the Predator's position, but all he heard was a whistling which was slightly getting louder. Fett spotted the source of the sound, a spear like projectile which was hurtling towards him at tremendous speed. The bounty hunter had little time to react, he turned his body away from the incoming spear, but still managed to take a slight hit, tearing through the armour and biting away at part of his arm. But he still had functionality, the injury would have to wait. Finally Fett saw the hunter as it launching itself into the air in an attempt to jump the canyon. Surely the mysterious warrior could not make such a jump, indeed it couldn't, as Fett watched the Predator begin to lose height and begin the plummet towards the ground below. The Mandalorian leaned over the cliff edge, not only to see the Predator still alive, but also scaling the rock face with the aid of a grappling hook which had sunk into the porous rock. Fett was playing a game of cat and mouse, as once again he launched himself towards the side of the canyon that he had started, hoping to put into action a plan that would help him prevail. The Predator pulled itself onto the solid ground after its climb back up the rocks, but its prey was no where to be seen. It stood up straight and tall looking round, cycling through its modes of vision trying to track the smaller but nonetheless worthy adversary. It wasn't until he heard a shout from the direction he had come, that he managed to re establish visual contact with the hunted. He could see the Bounty Hunter waving him, challenging him from the other side, its sound wave sensors picking up a muffled message, which although difficult to decipher, was "Lets end this...NOW!" Crouching down into a hunters stance, the Predator once again activated its spear gun and stalked forward towards the canyon. On the opposite side Fett stood in a martial fighting stance, presenting a small target and keeping himself as agile as possible. He watched as the Predator walked to the edge of the cliff, and crouch down scanning the area Fett was standing in. "Come on!" Fett shouted taunting the hunter to commit himself to an attack that Fett planned to use against him. He saw the Predator once again taking aim with the spear gun, and immediately dived out of the way as another metre long projectile came screaming passed. But as Fett looked back towards where the monstrous creature was standing, all he saw was emptiness, except for a flock of birds that came racing out of the trees. Fett glanced to his side, checking that the explosive charge was still attached to the large tree, hoping that he could use his intuition to outfight the immense hunter that was stalking him. A snarl came from the overgrowth, alerting Fett to the presence of this unknown warrior. The Mandalorian warrior dropped to one knee, visually scanning the area to find out exactly where the hunter was, which direction he would strike from. A loud rustle alerted Fett to a presence in the overgrowth behind him. But as he raised his blaster towards the oncoming noise, but let it drop again after a small animal sprinted out the flora and past Fett. The bounty hunter again turned back towards the canyon, but this time heard something flying through the air towards him. As he rotated his upper body towards it, the Predator tackled him sending Fett sprawling across the floor back towards the edge of the precipice that was the canyon. The Predator sprinted after the smaller being, getting ready to make the killing blow and collect the well-deserved trophy. As the huge alien lurched forward an explosion rocked the ground tumbling the giant to the floor, followed by the huge tree the explosive charge had been attached to. Fett slowly limped his way over, his fingers still lying on the control panel on his gauntlet, watching as the tree trunk moved very slightly as the powerful hunter attempted to free itself. The tree began to roll, but dropped again across the lower half of the Predators body, releasing yet another scream of anguish into the jungle. Fett stood over his fallen opponent, gazing down into the helmets visor, but this time watching for a surprise attack from a bloodied arm. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Fett reached down behind the helmet of this warrior and released the locking mechanisms, releasing a vapour or what could only be the natural atmosphere for this creature. As the helmet came away, Fett gazed upon the true form of his opponent, a battle hardened face with 4 overlapping bicuspids protecting a further layer of sharp fang like teeth. There was still life in the eyes, but it was fading due to the damage caused by the tree and the fight with Boba Fett. The mouth of the alien parted and let out sounds of its own language before turning to its slightly damaged wrist computer and punching in a code. Four sets of lights appeared on the console, diminishing with each second that past, followed by a barely audible beep. It took the Mandalorian a few seconds to comprehend what was going on, but he soon realised that he was still in a lot of danger. The Predator's spear had embedded itself in the ground nearby and was the only weapon that was guaranteed to disable the destruct mechanism that had been activated. Fett heaved the heavy spear out of its resting place, and raised it above his head ready for the strike down to finish this confrontation. The Predator stared hard into Fett as he once again stood next to his fallen adversary "youre good, but..." Fett said, the spear came down with thunderous power, cutting straight through the armour and shoulder of the biomechanical combatant, shorting out the wrist computer and putting an end to the self-destruct count down he put a small beacon next to its head and walked away, just as he was about to step into the thick jungle again, he turned round and said "...I'm the BEST". Fett then pressed a button on his right gauntlet, his rear mounted missile flew from its housing straight in the air..then dipped..and headed straight for the beacon..straight for the predator. The last thing Fett heard before the explosion was a loud, earshattering scream that caused flocks of birds and animals to run from their hiding places. Cioya was waiting outside Slave 1 when Fett staggered toward the ship, she ran towards him and offered to support him "I'll be fine..but theres one thing for certian". "whats that" she said. "it's going to cost your father extra" he said.
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Post by Grendel on Aug 15, 2006 18:33:30 GMT -5
Okay, here's something old that I did. Hopefully the filters filter out some of the stuff, since I'm not about to go through the whole thing and make changes. Enjoy. ;D
Luthor just stood there, watching the carnage. Once again, his partners in crime were being rounded up one by one. His once mighty criminal empire was now in a shambles. Luckily for him he had made his escape. His confidants weren’t as lucky, but to their credit, they were fighting hard to evade capture. However it was to no avail, since they were fighting a losing battle. It wouldn’t be long for them now. Luthor now had to make his getaway. It wouldn’t be easy, but he could hide out for some time in one of his safe houses, in a part of the city where he still had some power, some people who were loyal to him. He entered his escape tunnel and made his way to his vehicle. It wasn’t much, but it would allow him to blend in when he got to the city.
The drive was rather uneventful. You would think that with the fervor that they took down his partners, they would be more diligent in the search for him. Maybe they were having more trouble with his partners than he thought. In any case, it was time for him to go elsewhere, somewhere where he could plan his next move. With any luck, a place that doesn’t have an extradition treaty with the states.
He reaches his hideout now. He curses at himself, noticing that the authorities already have his place surrounded. He wonders just how in the hell they found it, but there would be time for that later. He sped on, deciding to check out his other safe houses before moving on out of the city. Well, all of his safe houses were covered by the cops, so he had to take his last resort, hiding out in the swamps outside the city. It was inhospitable territory, but it was his last recourse. He drove his car to the docks down by the bayou, then jumped aboard a swamp buggy. He drove deep into the swamp until he had found it at last, his last safe place. From here he could plan what to do, perhaps even leaving the country as he planned.
He gets out of his swamp buggy, and then enters his last stand. He has to turn on the power to his domicile to gain entry. “Well, at least the reactor is still online, one thing has gone right today.” he mutters to himself has he enters his once glorious domicile, now just a shadow of it’s former self. He goes to the bar and pours himself a drink and makes it a triple. “What a f***ing day I had today. Just how can it get any worse? Every time I plan a crime, those goody two shoes motherf***ers always come in and spoil things. Why God, Why!” he screams, as he throws his empty glass across the room, only to hear it shatter on the nearby wall.
“Perhaps it’s because you haven’t gone about this the right way. It is a new millennium, you know.” The voice comes out of the shadows, startling Luthor who jumps to his feet and draws his gun. “Show yourself!” he yells out in a loud voice.
A silhouette moves forward out of the shadows, and then he makes his appearance as he walks into the light. He is a normal looking chap, perhaps a little on the wimpy side. He is dressed in a business suit and carries an attaché case. “Now Luthor put that gun away. I am your last and only hope. With my help, I can guarantee that you won’t have these kinds of problems in the future. All you have to do is pay me for my services.”
“How can I trust you?” Luthor blurts out.
“You can’t really, but what have you got to lose? If you meet my fee, I guarantee results. The choice is up to you..” The man walks forward and gives Luthor his business card. “So, you’re Tiberius Sloan, huh? Big f***ing deal, what can you do for me?” Tiberius gets a bemused look on his face, and then continues. “What I can do for you is quite simple, my friend. I can do what your collections of costumed creeps have never been able to do, take down the Super friends. With my help, you can be assured that they will never bother you again, and you will get what you always wanted. World domination. What do you say?”
Luthor looks bemused, and then answers. “What do I think? If you can do that, you can have a permanent spot in my empire. What can I call you?” Tiberius smiles then answers. “Well, if I have to have one of those goofy criminal names, I guess you can call me The Attaché.” Tiberius extends his hand. Luthor looks at it, then extends his own to return the handshake. “So, when can we start?” Luthor asks.
“There’s no time like the present. All I need from you is access to your computer for some incriminating files.” Tiberius says. Luthor smiles at him before answering, “Hell, if you can do what you say, not only are all the resources of the Hall of Doom at your command, but I will give you the World.” Tiberius looks at him kind of bemused before he answers, “I don’t want the world Mr. Luthor, just ten per cent of it. Let’s get started, shall we?” “Yes, let’s get the show on the road!” Luthor has a shit-eating grin on his face now, as he powers up the Hall of Doom. Maybe he has found the right person to finally take on the Super friends.”
A month or two passes, then the unthinkable happens. The Police are called on to join with the Federal Government in a raid on the Hall of Justice. Since they believe in truth, justice, and the American way, it is hard for most of these men to do it, but it is their job to uphold the law. Luckily, the Super friends think the same way, so they go along peacefully, waiting for their day in court. That day arrives soon. As the core group of the Super friends, represented by Superman, Batman and Robin, Apache Chief, Aquaman, and Wonder Woman are sitting in courtroom. The others are all watching the proceedings on closed circuit television from their cells in the Metropolis City lock up. Since they are heroes, they aren’t in regular lock up, which would just be asking for trouble. Besides, if they really wanted, they could break out, couldn’t they? The doors in the back of the courtroom open up, and Luthor walks in with his new partner in crime, The Attaché. Both men look dressed to the nines, and both men are in good spirits. They are even joking between each other before the judge comes in and orders them to take seats. Tiberius walks forward to begin his case. “Your honor, we are here to fix a great injustice. We are here to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that these people are guilty and are to be punished to the fullest extent of the law. We are here to prove that these people did maliciously and without just cause, between the years of 1972 to the present day, perform the following crimes. 1,756 counts of assault, 1,056 counts of assault with a deadly weapon, 2,023 counts of using a magic lasso without proper permit or license. We also wish to add to these, 147 counts of child endangerment pertaining to the two young kids, Wendy and Marvin. We also add 147 counts of animal endangerment pertaining to Wondermutt. We are also entertaining a motion by the American Indian Movement against Apache Chief, citing conduct derogatory and unbecoming of a Native American. Green peace and the World Wildlife Federation have a motion against Aquaman, for 4,025 separate counts of unlawful use of marine telepathy on sea creatures. The INS and Child Services are also seeking damages for the endangerment of two illegal alien children, Zan, Jana, and their space monkey, Gleek. If jurisdiction of the Monkey Gleek’s case is in effect to be had by the World Wildlife Federation and PETA, they are also willing to sue. The INS would also like to know if Superman, Hawkman and Hawkgirl might be here illegally, and if so, they would like them to be immediately returned to their proper planets.” As his new attaché Tiberius droned on, Luthor got a smile on his face. If nothing else, this case would be tied up in courts for years, enough time for him to rebuild his criminal empire. He wonders why he didn’t think of this sooner. With an army of people like Attaché, he could rule the world.
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Post by Vice honcho room temperature on Aug 16, 2006 0:03:51 GMT -5
my last bump.
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Post by Millie D on Aug 16, 2006 0:10:58 GMT -5
i love writing and i would post here but i am sensitive about my poetry and self critical
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