BreakABone
07-27-2008, 09:55 AM
I had an idea a few months ago to do a continuing story using the posters as comic book heroes/villains. And it was going well, but like some ideas it kind of dies down as time goes on. Well here I am sitting here at work bored on a Sunday morning and I felt I would give it another chance. Now, I am too lazy to look back the two threads to remember powers/names/alliances so I just crafted a makeshift list of my own and sketched out an intro from that.
Just as a head's up not everyone included in the story will be introduced in this first chapter, there are a lot of you.
Prologue
I have watched as the world attempts to tear itself apart time and time again. And each time it does, a brave group of warriors exhaust their energy trying to thwarty these challenges. Those kindred souls who help keep armageddeon on hold just one more day. However, recently I have noticed an unsettling movement in the balance between good and evil. There is change in the air and it does not seem to be for the better. The forces that would destroy the world seem to be mobilizing and growing stronger. While those forces which call themselves her guardian seem to be dwindling. I sadly can not interfere in the going on in the world so I sit back and watch as it unfolds.
Chapter 1
"Reports are pouring in right now. The bodies of Alpha and The Dude were found..." Click!
"Late breaking news, we can now confirm that Alpha and The Dude are dead..." Click!
"Another dark day for the world of crime fighters as Alpha and The Dude..." Click!
The TV was turned off. Bond whispered to himself, "Those damn fools I told them to be careful." The Dude and Alpha were two of his highest ranking agents at Guys Against Most Evil Synidcates (G.A.M.E.S), but now they would be added to his ever growing list of deceased soldiers.
He could not piece it together; there were obvious forces at work, but they did a great job of keeping their identity and motives masked. Even rumblings from the underworld gave him little advantage, Bond sank back into his seat wondering what his next course of action would be.
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Three men sat around a wooden circular table. In front of them were photos, most of them featured men and women in ridiculous costumes with even worse names.
The first man sitting closest to the door spoke first, "Our Combine soldiers are working out much better than we could have anticipated."
"Indeed they are. And the best thing about it is that fool Bond is baffled," said the man seated to his left.
The last man took a bite out of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich before he spoke, "Who would have imagined the change we would make in just a year."
The three men thought back to just a year ago when they were the jokes of the underworld. They weren't A-class or even B-Class villains, they just weren't. No one respected them or feared them.
Then their lucky break came when they discovered a factory working on these new soldiers. These Combine soldiers as it was. The gang quickly disposed of those who stood in their way. They then called in the villain's tech expert The Germantor or The Germ to most who used his services. He studied the technology and was able to began mass production of the soldiers in a little less than two months. In return, all he asked for was the chance to study the soldiers more closely in private. A minor payment the Canadian Coaliton thought.
Yeah, the Canadian Coalition was big time now. The three friends for life now commanded an army of hundreds. And they had made good work of them so far. Crippling G.A.M.E.S severely. Now the three sat around planning their next plan of attack.
"Who is next on the agenda?" spoke Dyne.
"I think it is time we did a little house cleaning!" roared Dyflon.
Dyne looked at him puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Dyflon dropped two photos in the middle of the table.
"Yes! We finally get around to those traitors! I've been waiting for this day." Typhoid said taking another bite out of his sandwich as he finished.
"Then it is agreed?" asked Dyflon. They all shook their heads in agreement.
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The story on the other side of the continent however was not as exciting. The spirit in this room was a little more hostile. Ready to explode at any moment.
"What the fuck has happened to us? A year ago we were known as the Triple Threat, we were untouchable, unstoppable and most of all respected. Now look at us, no one wants to do business with us. No one wants to be associated with us. No one knows our name!" exumed one member.
The setting for this room was not much different than that of the Canadian Coalition, there was a circular table that sat three and there was currently three members. However, one stood up pacing back and forth while he spoke. The other two just looked on wondering what he would say next. They did not have to wait much longer as he threw a newspaper on the table and continued his rant.
"Just look at this shit. The Dude and Alpha are dead now! Do you know how many times we did battle with them and were unsuccessful? Now these guys! These guys who a year ago wouldn't be able to enter the same city as us are the most elite villains in the world. They are doing things in minutes what we attempted to for years. Someone explain this to me."
Bluefire continued pacing back and forth in the room while Magus and Raged sat there in silence. Neither with the courage to speak first.
"Listen Geo..."
"What have I told you about calling me that!" barked Bluefire.
"Whatever "Bluefire" let's not dwell on what has happened. We need to deal with what we are going to do." Magus responded as calmly as possible.
"And what do you have in mind?" Bluefire quizzed.
This time it was Raged who spoke up, "I was thinking that we could hit the Canadian Coalition hard and take them out."
"There is so much wrong with that I don't even fucking know where to begin. First off, they have been killing heroes that we never could so how do you plan on killing them?!?! And secondly, you see how much respect they have garnered in the underworld if we took them out we would be dead within a week! So no that will not fly!"
They returned to the silence once again as each man tried to come up with some course of action to get the name of Tres Amigos back on the map.
"I got it!" shouted Magus excitedly, "We take out the G.A.M.E.S headquarters!"
"Again we have attemp...." but Bluefire was cut off this time.
"No he is right. Most of Bond's troops have been taken out. They must be running low on manpower and what they do have left must be stretched beyond their limits. It is the perfect time." Raged explained.
"Then it is settled. We strike G.A.M.E.S headquarters!"
The three men began to make their plans.
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"That damn fool!" The Professor sat in his office watching the reports of The Dude and Alpha's deaths. "He was always such a brilliant pupil, but he had to join the side of good."
The Professor was referring to Bond as he once was his protege. Trained at the Strangler Instituion, The Professor saw a bright future filled with unlimited opporunities for Bond until he turned his back and decided to join G.A.M.E.S that potential he saw came to fruition as Bond skyrocketed through the ranks until he was leader.
Now however, his team was being picked apart, and The Professor couldn't help but to reflect upon the good Bond would have done on his side now. A weakened G.A.M.E.S HQ was the perfect place to make your name. The Professor already had a plan in motion but it dealt with his newest students. He was not as confident in their abilities.
Nevertheless, he would soon come face to face with his old student once again.
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This actually came out a bit longer than I expected and since I am working. Will have to write the rest of part one either later at work or when I get home. I hope for feedback as I had some fun would like to do it again. :lolz:
Just as a head's up not everyone included in the story will be introduced in this first chapter, there are a lot of you.
Prologue
I have watched as the world attempts to tear itself apart time and time again. And each time it does, a brave group of warriors exhaust their energy trying to thwarty these challenges. Those kindred souls who help keep armageddeon on hold just one more day. However, recently I have noticed an unsettling movement in the balance between good and evil. There is change in the air and it does not seem to be for the better. The forces that would destroy the world seem to be mobilizing and growing stronger. While those forces which call themselves her guardian seem to be dwindling. I sadly can not interfere in the going on in the world so I sit back and watch as it unfolds.
Chapter 1
"Reports are pouring in right now. The bodies of Alpha and The Dude were found..." Click!
"Late breaking news, we can now confirm that Alpha and The Dude are dead..." Click!
"Another dark day for the world of crime fighters as Alpha and The Dude..." Click!
The TV was turned off. Bond whispered to himself, "Those damn fools I told them to be careful." The Dude and Alpha were two of his highest ranking agents at Guys Against Most Evil Synidcates (G.A.M.E.S), but now they would be added to his ever growing list of deceased soldiers.
He could not piece it together; there were obvious forces at work, but they did a great job of keeping their identity and motives masked. Even rumblings from the underworld gave him little advantage, Bond sank back into his seat wondering what his next course of action would be.
------------------
Three men sat around a wooden circular table. In front of them were photos, most of them featured men and women in ridiculous costumes with even worse names.
The first man sitting closest to the door spoke first, "Our Combine soldiers are working out much better than we could have anticipated."
"Indeed they are. And the best thing about it is that fool Bond is baffled," said the man seated to his left.
The last man took a bite out of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich before he spoke, "Who would have imagined the change we would make in just a year."
The three men thought back to just a year ago when they were the jokes of the underworld. They weren't A-class or even B-Class villains, they just weren't. No one respected them or feared them.
Then their lucky break came when they discovered a factory working on these new soldiers. These Combine soldiers as it was. The gang quickly disposed of those who stood in their way. They then called in the villain's tech expert The Germantor or The Germ to most who used his services. He studied the technology and was able to began mass production of the soldiers in a little less than two months. In return, all he asked for was the chance to study the soldiers more closely in private. A minor payment the Canadian Coaliton thought.
Yeah, the Canadian Coalition was big time now. The three friends for life now commanded an army of hundreds. And they had made good work of them so far. Crippling G.A.M.E.S severely. Now the three sat around planning their next plan of attack.
"Who is next on the agenda?" spoke Dyne.
"I think it is time we did a little house cleaning!" roared Dyflon.
Dyne looked at him puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Dyflon dropped two photos in the middle of the table.
"Yes! We finally get around to those traitors! I've been waiting for this day." Typhoid said taking another bite out of his sandwich as he finished.
"Then it is agreed?" asked Dyflon. They all shook their heads in agreement.
---------------
The story on the other side of the continent however was not as exciting. The spirit in this room was a little more hostile. Ready to explode at any moment.
"What the fuck has happened to us? A year ago we were known as the Triple Threat, we were untouchable, unstoppable and most of all respected. Now look at us, no one wants to do business with us. No one wants to be associated with us. No one knows our name!" exumed one member.
The setting for this room was not much different than that of the Canadian Coalition, there was a circular table that sat three and there was currently three members. However, one stood up pacing back and forth while he spoke. The other two just looked on wondering what he would say next. They did not have to wait much longer as he threw a newspaper on the table and continued his rant.
"Just look at this shit. The Dude and Alpha are dead now! Do you know how many times we did battle with them and were unsuccessful? Now these guys! These guys who a year ago wouldn't be able to enter the same city as us are the most elite villains in the world. They are doing things in minutes what we attempted to for years. Someone explain this to me."
Bluefire continued pacing back and forth in the room while Magus and Raged sat there in silence. Neither with the courage to speak first.
"Listen Geo..."
"What have I told you about calling me that!" barked Bluefire.
"Whatever "Bluefire" let's not dwell on what has happened. We need to deal with what we are going to do." Magus responded as calmly as possible.
"And what do you have in mind?" Bluefire quizzed.
This time it was Raged who spoke up, "I was thinking that we could hit the Canadian Coalition hard and take them out."
"There is so much wrong with that I don't even fucking know where to begin. First off, they have been killing heroes that we never could so how do you plan on killing them?!?! And secondly, you see how much respect they have garnered in the underworld if we took them out we would be dead within a week! So no that will not fly!"
They returned to the silence once again as each man tried to come up with some course of action to get the name of Tres Amigos back on the map.
"I got it!" shouted Magus excitedly, "We take out the G.A.M.E.S headquarters!"
"Again we have attemp...." but Bluefire was cut off this time.
"No he is right. Most of Bond's troops have been taken out. They must be running low on manpower and what they do have left must be stretched beyond their limits. It is the perfect time." Raged explained.
"Then it is settled. We strike G.A.M.E.S headquarters!"
The three men began to make their plans.
---------------
"That damn fool!" The Professor sat in his office watching the reports of The Dude and Alpha's deaths. "He was always such a brilliant pupil, but he had to join the side of good."
The Professor was referring to Bond as he once was his protege. Trained at the Strangler Instituion, The Professor saw a bright future filled with unlimited opporunities for Bond until he turned his back and decided to join G.A.M.E.S that potential he saw came to fruition as Bond skyrocketed through the ranks until he was leader.
Now however, his team was being picked apart, and The Professor couldn't help but to reflect upon the good Bond would have done on his side now. A weakened G.A.M.E.S HQ was the perfect place to make your name. The Professor already had a plan in motion but it dealt with his newest students. He was not as confident in their abilities.
Nevertheless, he would soon come face to face with his old student once again.
*********
This actually came out a bit longer than I expected and since I am working. Will have to write the rest of part one either later at work or when I get home. I hope for feedback as I had some fun would like to do it again. :lolz: