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From: truss@hotblack.gweep.net (Tom Russell)
Subject: Re: Okay, who put him up to this?
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Date: Sun, 4 Sep 1994 23:49:42 GMT

>It had been three years now-- three years of adventures, three years of
>comradeship with the other two boys. Joey remembered it well-- he could
>hardly forget, after all. That night, the three of them camping out in Old
>Cthulhu Wood; everyone had told them it was haunted, that monsters lived
>there, but they'd laughed. Monsters, they'd said, in this day and age? Ha!
>We'll prove it! 
>
>They'd packed some hotdogs and soda, and hiked a good five miles out into
>the forest before making camp for the night. They had been sitting up late
>that night, when they'd seen the light hoving over their campfire, and the
>voice had spoken to them from the sky...

  "Hi boys, I'm the Great Cthulhu, chief of the Old Ones and penultimate
intellect and force in the universe.  How'd you like to sell your souls to
me?  In exchange for your souls, I'll give you super powers and you can
fight lesser evils and stuff.  Sound good to you?"

  "You bet!" said the boys.

  Which is how they became super-heroes.

  That was Joey's special power as Mnematic -- whenever he had a
problem, he'd have a short, brief, to-the-point and less than one post
flashback that'd help him out or explain the Origin.

  Right now, his main problem was the rocket-men who had just reached our
heoes.  Crusher was crushing, Gigantaboy was gigantaing and Mnematic Man
began to flashback to try remember what gramps did, when suddenly, their
wrist communicators lit up.

  "Crusher here, Mr. President, I do hope this is important, we're busy
fighting Commies here."

  "I'm afraid they'll have to wait, Crusher.  NASA informs me that a giant
asteriod is about to impact the Earth!  You've got to save the world!"

  "But...oh, all right Mr. President.  On our way, Crusher out."  Sometimes
this super hero thing was a real pain.  "Mnematic!  Gigantaboy!  We've got
to go save the Earth!  Let's go!"

  "What about the Commies?" asked Gigantaboy.

  Suddenly Mnematic Man had a flashback....

  "The thing about Limeys, Joey, is that they're dumb as a bag of hammers,
but they hate Commies with a passion," said flashback Gramps.

  "I've got an idea!" shouted Mnematic.

  But before he could put his plan into action, there was a bloodcurdling
yell and a volley of shots that brought down the rocket men.

  "You might think that a socialist documentarian like myself would have a
glass jaw and go down after one punch from Crusher.  A polyester weenie who
would be completely useless vs. godless Commie bastards in zeppelins right?
Wrong!  You guys go on ahead and save the Earth, I'll take care of these
guys."

  And  with that, the Triple Champions went forth to stop the unstoppable
Asteriod of Doom.

later
Truss
(Carolyn, Trish, Limey, I'm Tom, remember?)




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