Joanna

Note: The part of Dirk Diamond is played by MinuteKev. Issue 12, Part 1B: Lost in Time The N'Superables in Chicago, 1938 The library didn't give the N'Superables any clues toward a time portal, but part of the problem was that the lads couldn't find a single PC in the entire building, so they left. "Stupid! It's a main library in downtown Chicago -- how the heck do they know what books they have without a PC with a proper database?" grumbles Emoticon. "I couldn’t even check my email," says Mylite. "It sucks. Just plain sucks," says Rerun. "So how are we going to solve the mystery of the portal?" asks Alias. "Mystery?" echoes a stranger wearing a trench coat. The displaced superheroes give him the once-over, noting that he's of medium height, wears a fedora cocked over one eye, and is smoking a cigarette. "Bogey?" asks Emoticon. "The name's Diamond. Dirk Diamond. I heard you talking about mysteries and that's what I do. I'm a private ." "Heh. Private. . Heh." Mylite is sweating from holding back a number of off-color jokes based upon these two words. "You're a private, ? Like in the army?" asks Rerun. "I'm not a Joe, I'm a !" "Hookay, , don't get all worked up." "It's Dirk." "You just said ." "I'm a named Dirk. " "I'm confused," says Alias. "I think he is, too," whispers Emoticon. "There's nothing confusing! I'm a private named Dirk and I can help you geese. You look like you've got a yard or two." "A yard?" "A century." Off their quizzical looks, "A C! Don't you jingle-brains speak English? Money! A hundred bucks!" "Oh! Yeah, well, that's a bit of a problem. We've got Visa, but that's about it," Alias says. "Can't help with the visas. I'm no Fed. I'm just a shamus, looking for some kale." "Don't say it," says Emoticon. "I have to. Kale?" asks Mylite. "Mazuma, rhino, lettuce, spinach, spondulix, sugar, geetus, jack, cabbage, dough--" "Money!" says Rerun proudly. "He wants money." "Why didn't he just say 'yard' like any normal person would," says Rerun. "We haven't got any... spondulix." "I'll take that fancy cage in trade," says Dirk, eyeing Mylite's slab. Mylite faints. "Yeah, well, we're not sure what would happen if we cracked his slab," says Alias. "I mean, he'd lose most of his value and we're not sure if anyone would want Mylite raw." "I ain't asking him to vacate his skivvies! I'm talking about that glass cage thing. I got a skirt who'd go dizzy for me if she laid her peepers on that." Mylite comes to. "Is the mean man gone?" "The is still here and still after your slab." "At least you geese finally figured out I'm a ." "Yeah, asking for my slab clinched it." Mylite strokes the warm plastic lovingly. "Of course," says Alias, "we do still have a mystery and I'm sure here--" "Dirk." "--Dirk here could help us figure it out. You know the lay of the land, doncha Dirk?" "I can tell the red-hots from the rappers." "I get the idea he isn't talking about Eminem," whispers Emoticon. "Ever seen a round, swirly time portal in these parts?" asks Alias. "Might've. Might've not. You find any jack since we last jawed, or are we just bumping guns?" "We've got plenty of jack. Jack out the wazoo. But first -- the swirly thing..." To be continued...

Issue 12, Part 1A: Lost in Time Solar Powers in the Time of Dinosaurs "He's catching up!" shouts Pluto! "Everyone orbit him! That will confuse him and he won't be able to catch any of us!" says Jupiter. "Since I'm always the tightest orbit, and therefore closest, wouldn't that just make him concentrate on me?" asks Mercury. "And thereby saving us all!" says Jupiter. "Thank you for your sacrifice." "Where have I heard that before? Oh yes! I remember! It was when you guys went to eat burritos at the Loca Cabesa while I was almost turned into mush in the Archi-Moderator's ship!" "But that was so long ago, Merc. No one even remembers that anymore," says earth. "Yeah," says Neptune, taking his distant orbit, "You're way past due for another sacrifice." Mercury stops orbiting, ticked off at his teammates. "Now look here, all of you. I am Mercury, not some stupid asteroid you can fling at a T Rex as a snack. I will not stand for this ill-treatment any more!" The T Rex stands above the stationary Mercury and opens his enormous jaws. Merc feels a glob of saliva hit his shoulder. "Get lost, you extinct version of Big Bird," he shouts, and fries the T-Rex in a burst of Mercurial flames. The T-Rex screams -- a high, girlish sound, like Bug when he's calling someone a liar -- and dies on the spot. The rest of the planets slowly return. "Huh, I guess we sorta forgot we all had powers and stuff," says Uranus. "Um... yeah. Good flaming," says Mars. "We should probably get back to looking for that portal now," says Saturn. "Let's go," says Venus. "Good job, Merc." The Hostess Hoard in the Land of the Neanderthals The Hostess Hoard and the small tribe of Neanderthals are sitting around a fire in a cave, eating Mammoth á l'orange. "Mm, mm, MM! This is dee-licious!" says Snowball. "I never thought I'd like mammoth, let alone with l'orange." "Glakgoo! Do grka gleet," says the Neanderthal leader, who is nicknamed 'Big Red' by the Hoard because one of them was in the mood for gum. His daughter runs to the fire pit, pulls another chunk of mammoth off and hands it to Snowball. She giggles seductively. Snowball glances up at her heavy brow ridges and receding chin. "Thanks, cutie," he says, tearing into the meat and letting the juices flow down his chin. "What's your name?" She giggles again and grunts, "Goo." "Nice to meet you, Goo," says Snowball between bites. Twinkie stops in mid-chew. "Goo?" She glances at Twinkie, sighs, pulls herself away from Snowball and tosses him some meat. Twinkie looks around at his teammates. "Her name is Goo? That's the goo Big Red was talking about!" "Holy [!@#%^&^]," says Susie Q. "He's trying to marry off his daughter!" "Man, I'm stuffed!" says Snowball, rubbing his food-distended belly. "That was great! Did you make it yourself, Goo?" She flashes a smile full of large, white teeth. "Gribbledack glorg." "I have no idea what you're saying, but if that was a yes, my compliments." "What the heck are we going to do?" asks Ho Ho. "If we run away now, they'll hunt us down and kill us. For all we know, eating mammoth is a wedding ceremony!" "How are we going to get gifts? My credit card is over the limit," says Ding Dong. "Yes, that's the real problem," says Fruit Pie. "Not the fact that we're trapped in the stone age with a marriage-minded gorilla." "Hey! They're not gorillas! They're Neanderthals. Give them some dignity," says Snowball. "Your wife wants to talk to you," says Cupcake, motioning to Goo who was standing impatiently next to Snowball, waving her arms. "What is it, Goo?" "Gribbledack glorg!" she says. "Uh huh. Yeah. I have no idea what that means," says Snowball. She points to the area between his legs, tapping her foot. Snowball catches on and blushes. "Uh... no thank you?" "Glorg! Glorg!!!!" she shouts. "Glorg!" says her father. "Anyone care for some dessert?" Snowball makes a donut out of Hostess goo and hands it to Goo. She stares at it. He makes another for himself and takes a bite out of it. The white creamy filling leaves a small moustache behind. Goo takes a tentative bite. "Whuh!" she exclaims as the creamy sweetness envelopes her tongue. She hands the donut to her father. He, too, reacts in happy surprise. Instantly, the Hoard starts whipping up fancy-looking confections out of Hostess goo. "Keep at it, lads. It's possible that with the right amount of ingested goo, they might all pass out from insulin shock. Then we could sneak away." Goo grabs Snowball and plants a huge, gooey kiss on his lips. "Mmmmm..." she murmers, her eyes filled with love. "Worth a try!" say the Hoard, stepping up production. To be continued...

Here's the character list again. You'll need it for the next part, because I'm not putting an "appearing in" header for this one. The JBH (Justa Buncha Heroes) Flying Donut (Flying Donut) Flight Lighthouse (Lighthouse) eye beams Spelling Bee (PovertyRow) flight, stinger Raspberry Toaster Pastry (Darthdeisel) flight, goo KostumeKween (MajorKhaos) deceased The Solar Powers Mercury (Dam60) flight, heat, speed Venus (CosmicBob) flight, love Earth (Ubiquiti) flight, power over dirt Mars (Mushroom) flight, warrior skills Uranus (Old Guy) flight, noxious scent Saturn (Odin) flight, energy rings Jupiter (BronzeBruce) flight, gas Neptune (Zonker) flight, water Pluto (hkp) flight, ice The N'Superables Emoticon (BachelorOfComix) can be any emoticon Rerun (Araich) TV in belly Supafreak deceased (Supapimp) woolly mammoth Alias (Bonds) can split into 12 Mylite (greggy) slabbed, irresistible (honorary member) The Hostess Hoard Twinkie (Hogations) goo Snowball (The Beyonder) goo Ding Dong (Aman) goo Ho Ho (Ninanina) goo Fruit Pie (JLA All the Way) goo Cupcake (Doyle) goo Susie Q (Andrew Knight) goo Unaffiliated as yet The Brick (Crisco) invulnerable Flame War (Fantastic Four) Flame power Where'd He Go (Clobberintime) invisibility Den Mothersaur (Joanna) can be a monster Trimmer deceased (no one in particular) aerobic weight loss The Villains The Archi-Moderator (Architect) all powerful Dena-Myte (Dena) semi-all powerful Gemma-Mint (Gemma) semi-all powerful Coinee deceased (Bugaboo) nearly invulnerable Dr. Gloom (Joe Collector) makes things crash Lord Rawl (Lord Rahl) mind control The Mods (CGCmod, CGCmod2, NGCmod, SGCmod) deceased The Hero Squadron Sgt. Rocky (Awe4one) Super strength Damp Dude (Elvis) Aqua powers Magic Tape (Scottish) stickiness Go Go (Speedjunkies) Superspeed Zilla (Zillatoy) Ninja dinosaur Ape (CD4ever) Shape shifter Chrome Dome (Chromium) power over metal Toast deceased (DanDrista) none The Bad Brigade Negative Lad (Murpho) can affect self-esteem Larry Von Dork (Werner Von Doom) evil scientist Fission (Rob_React) Atomic powers Pyro (Blazingbob) Pyro powers Ki-Zar (Comicwiz) Killer lizard Origami (Kevthemev) power over paper Runt (BigMan) Shrinking power Squatter (Lantern) knee laser beams The Lurkers (otis) Red, fused and rhyming (Aces) Red, fused and rhyming mrwoogieman) Red, fused and rhyming (Fokker) Red, fused and rhyming (dillmeister) Red, fused and rhyming (blutobc) The Time Masters Second Guy (Ares) Lord of Time Stream Minute Guy (DiceX) Lord of Time Stream Hour Guy (PedgreeMan) Lord of Time Stream Day Guy (hobbes) Lord of Time Stream Week Guy (NewtSamson) Lord of Time Stream Month Guy (Johnny Double) Lord of Time Stream Year Guy (justiceleaguefiend) Lord of Time Stream Decade Guy (Chrisfuccione) Lord of Time Stream Century Guy (sfilosa) Lord of Time Stream Millenium Guy (blowout) Lord of Time Stream The Big Bangers Slaughter Eric123 Mindreader Demon Proverbs22_2 fire pellets Tarantula Webhead Paralyzing bite Hospital Staff Dr. Bob Doc Dr. Bunner Dr. Banner Nurse Coohs No one in the forum, just made it up.

If only Runt could carry the Holy Hand Grenade he would be able to smite the Rabbits...on three that is And yet, there is no holy hand grenade in this land. I know -- I looked. What are you guys gonna do? And is everyone going to die? What kind of insufficiently_thoughtful_person takes away the possibility of time portals when that's their only way out? This author is making my life miserable with her impulsive story decisions. Bah! -- Joanna

Massive kudos to Pov and Zonker. They are both incredibly fine gentlemen. It is always a joy to deal with forum members, especially great guys like these. -- Joanna

Chapter 11, Part 13: Is She Serious??? Appearing in this issue: Negative Lad (Murpho) can affect self-esteem Larry Von Dork (Werner Von Doom) evil scientist Fission (Rob_React) Atomic powers Pyro (Blazingbob) Pyro powers Ki-Zar (Comicwiz) Killer lizard Origami (Kevthemev) power over paper Runt (BigMan) Shrinking power Squatter (Lantern) knee laser beams Flying Donut (Flying Donut) Flight Lighthouse (Lighthouse) eye beams Spelling Bee (PovertyRow) flight, stinger Raspberry Toaster Pastry (Darthdeisel) flight, goo KostumeKween (MajorKhaos) not all that deceased Week Guy (NewtSamson) Lord of Time Stream Month Guy (Johnny Double) Lord of Time Stream Chapter 11, Part 13: Is She Serious??? The Bad Brigade stands in the middle of a forest, flummoxed by their current situation. "Who remembers charging the two agents in the time stream?" asks Pyro. Everyone raises his hand. "Who knows how to get back?" All the hands go down. "Great." "We have apparently ripped through the fabric of time and landed in a forested area," says Larry Von Dork. "Ya think?" says Pyro, exasperated. "Well, no one else was stating the obvious. And for those among us who were shorted in the brains department, I wanted to help out." "I'm small, but I'm not stupid!" says Runt. No one hears him because he is muffled by the leaves he is standing in. "None of us are insufficiently_thoughtful_persons," says Squatter. "We just, well, how do we get back?" "Time portal," says Larry. "Duh!" says the group in unison. "I meant, 'how do we find the freaking time portal'?" says Squatter. "Okay, geniuses, you tell me," Larry says, feeling unappreciated. "Shh! Someone's coming!" says Fission. "Hide!" "Easy for you to say," says Ki-Zar. He scurries up a tree and changes his skin color to match the bark. "Actually, that wasn't hard at all. I have camouflage powers!" "Damn lizard," says Negative Lad, trying to find a hiding place. All the good ones were taken. Neg Lad lies on the ground and throws some leaves over himself just as the voices grow closer. The entire Bad Brigade holds their collective breath, waiting to see what sort of hideous place they've landed in. A bunny and a turtle hop and walk down the path. "So I says to her, I says, 'Nertz, LucyBelle! He ain't half the rabbit I am!" "What did she do?" "Do? What else could she do? She threw a pie at me and went off hopping mad!" "The animals can talk," whispers Larry to Runt, who is hiding under his chin. "You truly do enjoy stating the obvious," whispers Runt. "This is freaking me out," whispers Neg Lad, inching closer to his teammates. The leaves rustle with every movement. The bunny and the turtle stop. "Didja hear that, Terry?" asks the bunny. "Sounded like ruslting leaves, Sonny." "Rustlers! Here? We'd better warn the others!" Sonny hops off. "Wait for me--!" says Terry, doubling his speed. An hour later, when Terry is finally out of sight, the Bad Brigade rises stiffly from their hiding places. "Animals who can talk? This sucks," says Origami. "What's wrong with animals that can talk?" asks Ki-Zar. "I'm a talking lizard, you bigot." "You started off as human! These are animals -- little bunnies and turtles and things." "I think the turtle is actually a tortoise," says Squatter. "Oh, well, that makes it aaaaall better!" says Origami. "Let's look for that portal. I don't want to be here when those freaks return," says Pyro. "Et tu, Pyro?" asks Ki-Zar dramatically. "Go sun yourself on a rock, Ki-Zar. We're not talking about you, okay? Just them. Although they seem like cuddly, funny animals, they could be man-eaters for all we know. I say we get out of here." "Man-eaters? That lets me out," says Ki-Zar, chuckling. "I'm with Pyro," says Runt. "I saw Monty Python. I know about killer rabbits. Especially at my size!" "Let's go," says Fission. "I say we search for the portal," says Larry. They groan as they head in the opposite direction of the turtle or tortoise, who was probably not that far away. Meanwhile... In the Time Stream, Donut, House, Bee, RTP, and KostumeKween stand alone, with just the two agents for company. "So..." says Donut. "Yeah..." says House. "Beautiful day," says Bee. "There are no 'days' in the time stream," says Newt. "Nope, I guess there aren't," says RTP. "You have to give it to them on that point. No days at all." "Not a one," says KK. "So..." says Donut. "Yeah..." says House. "I, um, think I'm getting a headache," says Bee. Newt and Jonny look at each other, worried. "You are a most ill-healthed group." They look around, making sure there's no one left to rush them. "What we've been trying to tell you," says Newt. "Is that we can't allow ill-health in the time stream," finishes Jonny. "And because of that, we'd like to take you to the beginning of time and put you all in the hospital, for observation. The JBH perk up. "The beginning of time?" asks Donut. "You're going to just take us to the beginning of time?" asks House. "As simple as that? I get a headache, and we get a free trip past the checkpoint to the beginning of time?" asks Bee. "Yeees," says Jonny, thinking he's dealing with simpletons. "And the rest of our group? Can you retrieve them from the time stream?" asks KK. "No, they're stuck." "What if they found a portal or something?" asks RTP. Both agents laugh. "Portal? What's a portal? There's no such thing." "So there's no way for them to get from wherever they are back into the time stream, or to the place where we jumped in, or to the beginning of time?" asks Bee. "Nope. They're all goners," says Jonny. "Huh." "Hmm." "That's a shame." "Ready to go?" asks Newt. The JBH nods. The checkpoint disappears and the handful of remaining heroes tumble down toward the beginning of time. End of Issue 11. To be continued in Issue 12.

Okay, you guys figured me out. And I thought I was being clever by disguising some so that you wouldn't know what was going on until later. But this means I can be more blatant. So get ready for Comic Book Genres Across Time (already in progress)! Issue 11, Part 12: Howdy, Pardner, I'm Terrified Appearing in this issue: The Brick (Crisco) invulnerable Flame War (Fantastic Four) Flame power Where'd He Go (Clobberintime) invisibility Dr. Gloom (Joe Collector) makes things crash Lord Rawl (Lord Rahl) mind control Issue 11, Part 12: Howdy, Pardner, I'm Terrified Clapboard storefronts creak in the swirling breeze that pushes a tumbleweed across the dirt street like a child pushing a hoola hoop. Horses with gritty saddles line the street, patiently waiting for their riders' return. 3 Men with six-guns at each hip, spurs on their boots, and a star on their chests stroll the plank sidewalk, tipping their hats to a woman who flounces past in a full-skirted hurry. There is a buzz of excitement that even strangers from the future can feel. "I think we're in the old west," says Where'd He Go. "I dunno -- cowboys, horses, a school marm, a saloon, some lawmen, a tumbleweed -- ya think??" says Flame War. "I think I see saguaros in that area past town. We might be in Arizona," says The Brick. "The question isn't where are we -- it's why are we here? Last thing I remember is charging at the agents in the time stream. One second I'm flaming on and the next -- poof! I'm in the old west. This just doesn't happen!" "Perhaps it does when you're in the time stream! Ever think of that? Huh?" The Brick is a little tired of the constant flaming from Flame War. "Do we get to dress up like cowboys?" asks WheG. "I don't intend to be here long enough," says Flame War. "Obviously, we need to search for a portal. Besides, we don't have any money that would work in the 1800s. It's not like we're coinees or something." "No problem," says WheG. "What size do you wear?" "Wachoo talking about, WheG?" "I'm the invisible man, remember? And when I turn invisible, every non-living thing I touch also turns invisible. That's why you don't see empty clothes walking around. So I figure I can slip into that General Store, nab us some cool duds and voila -- we're cowboys!" "It would help us to blend in." "Oh yes, great plan!" says Brick. "No one will look at a large brick of butter wearing Levis and a cowboy hat as odd! We'll slip right under their radar." "Well, WheG and I don't look like freaks. It'll work for the two of us. Go get the clothes, WheG. And guns, too." "I want guns!" says Brick. "And a hat. And spurs. And chaps. Oh, go get me the whole thing. I hope they have a big and square section in the store." "I'll do my best." He disappears. "I hope he doesn't blow it," mumbles Flame War. "He's not the brightest bulb in the Sylvania 4 pack." "I'm still right here, you jerks," says WheG. Flame War reddens, and Bricks melts a little. "We were just kidding." "Yeah, sure you were. Be right back." Flame War and The Brick silently wait for 3 or 4 minutes without speaking. "Think he's gone?" asks Brick. "Shhh," says Flame War. They decide to sit in front of the General Store and whittle. Because neither has a knife, they just pretend to whittle while they wait. Meanwhile... "What nonsense is this? I demand to know where we are!" says Lord Rawl. Dr. Gloom stands beside him, hunkering down into his flowing cape. A torrential downpour obscures the landscape, but they see they are on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. In the distance, a single light cuts through the ebony night. "And how should I know where we are, you mentally challenged pile of housefly waste? We're on a road somewhere, and it's raining. There, you're up to speed, potty-training drop-out." "There is a light in the distance. Perhaps we can seek shelter there." "Did you or did you not see me take a step toward the direction of the light?" "I thought you were stamping your feet to communicate 'I'm chilled in this rain'." "If I were stamping my feet, Lord 'my brain is the size of a butterfly's sneeze', I would have remained in one place. If you'll note the position of my feet, you'll clearly see that my right foot is a full 21 millimeters more north-east than my left. This, my thought-impaired associate, is called 'a step'." "Are you going to describe each step in this way, or would you be willing to string them all together in a silent dash so that we can get out of this downpour? Wait -- it doesn't matter." Lord Rawl bolts ahead of Dr. Gloom, racing toward the light. Gloom is left standing, one foot a wee bit in front of the other, until he realizes that Rawl got the jump on him. Unwilling to ever be bested in any way on any issue, Gloom pours on the speed. Unfortunately, he carries enough extra pounds to make it a very uneven race. Rawl is on his 3rd cigarette by the time Gloom puffs his way up the creaking front steps of a small boarding house. "I... would... have... won if you... hadn't... cheated..." "If by 'cheated' you mean my habit of releasing my buttocks from the sweet embrace of the living room couch more than twice a day for meals, then yes, you're correct." "As long as... I'm right... that's all that... matters," says Gloom. Before Rawl could snap a rejoinder, the door of the boarding house creeks open. Framed against the inky blackness is one of the most beautiful women either of the two men has ever seen -- and between them, they've seen at least 7 women. "Guh..." "Hrgm..." "Hello, boys. Looking for shelter on a rain and windswept night?" she asks. Her voice has the musical timber of a well-tuned cello. The melody creeps inside the souls of the two villains, warming heart cells that have lain dormant since the womb. "Hrgm." "Guh." "C'mon in, handsome," she says with a crook of her finger. Like lemmings, they follow her inside, no longer cognizant of the rain, or the road, or the sudden mystery of their appearance in this desolate place. "She called me handsome," says Gloom. "She was SO looking at me," says Rawl. "Was not!" "Was too!" "Not!" "Too!" "Care for a drink?" The woman points to two overstuffed chairs facing a roaring fire. "I have scotch or bourbon." Both men speak at once, not wanting the other to order her favorite before he can. "Scotch. No bourbon! No, Scotch! No--" "I'll surprise you," she says and disappears into the kitchen. The two villains high five each other. Suddenly, a chilling voice with the sound of a violin played by a 3rd grader who never had lessons, arrests the attention of both men. "Go! Go from this place! Go while you still live! Or beware the consequences!" A minute ticks by on the grandfather clock. "Umm... that disembodied voice is probably something we should pay attention to," says Rawl. "Yes, very much so." Several more seconds tick by. "A frightening voice, wasn't it?" "Quite eerie." "And not a friendly message." "Terrifying." "We stay for the hot babe in the kitchen?" "I didn't even have to think about it." They high five again. To be continued...

A little bedtime story. Issue 11, Part 11: What do You know, Joe? Appearing in this issue: Sgt. Rocky (Awe4one) Super strength Damp Dude (Elvis) Aqua powers Magic Tape (Scottish) stickiness Go Go (Speedjunkies) Superspeed Zilla (Zillatoy) Ninja dinosaur Ape (CD4ever) Shape shifter Chrome Dome (Chromium) power over metal Issue 11, Part 11: What do You know, Joe? "Get down! Incoming!!" Sgt. Rocky pulls at Zilla's head, trying to get the enormous dinosaur to duck behind the walls of the foxhole. A grenade explodes nearby showering them with dirt. "Anyone hit?" "We're okay," say Magic Tape and Damp Dude. "I repelled all the fragments, Sarge!" says Chrome Dome. "Good work, Dome. Keep up the negative charge so that no stray bullets find any of our men. Everybody -- conference!" The men crawl over to Rocky's position, their faces dirtied, their fancy costumes in tatters. "We need to find a portal, don't we, Sarge?" says Ape. The others nod agreement. "Are you kidding? We're in the middle World War freaking II -- the big one! And you want to give that up?" Rocky tilts his helmet so that he appears just a tad more war-weary. "We're living a dream, boys!" "Maybe your dream, but not mine," says Damp Dude. "I'm Navy, remember? I should be out scouting U-boats or something." "We need you here, boy. We need everyone if we're going to burn those Nazis and send Hitler to an early grave! Or do you want to speak German for the rest of your life?" "Yeah... uh, Sarge? That speech only works if you don't know that we won this war," says Ape. "It's a little difficult getting all worked up about it," says Go Go. "And explain again why I can't just run at superspeed to the German line, grab all their guns and stop this whole 'we're under attack' scenario?" "It wouldn't be fair." "But Dome deflecting all their bullets is?" "Purely a defensive move. Different thing entirely. Now, listen up. Somehow, we have to move in against the German line and disarm them. Anyone have any ideas?" Rocky searches the eyes of his men, hoping to find a hero willing to risk certain death. "I have one," says Go Go. "Why don't I run at superspeed to the German line and grab all their guns." "Are you willing to make that sacrifice? It's suicide!" "Not really. When I run that fast, no one can see me. And I can see bullets like they were sent snail mail. It's not a problem." "I can't allow it. You'd surely die. Anyone else have an idea?" Rocky feels a tap on his shoulder. He looks up to see Go Go carrying dozens of German firearms. "Here. The Germans are all tied up to that apple tree over there. Now can we look for a portal?" "Damn those Solar Powers jerks," says Zilla. "Why couldn't we have been sent to the Cretaceous? WWII is no place for a dinosaur. I could've kicked but in the freaking Cretaceous, but noooo. We have to live out Rocky's fantasy." "I was hoping for Noah's Ark," says Damp Dude. "I could've rocked in a huge flood." "It really doesn’t matter to me," says Ape. "Shape shifters fit in anywhere." "Shut up!" Rocky glares at his men. "There's a bridge down yonder. Our orders are to blow it up. That'll stop the enemy supply line." "Orders? From who?" asks Magic Tape. "Whom," says Ape. Suddenly, they hear a large explosion. The bridge in the distance crumbles into dust. Go Go suddenly appears, wiping his hands. "Done. Now can we search for a portal? By the way, I've already looked around here, it's not in France. We may have to go somewhere else." "I vote for Belgium!" says Chrome Dome. "I speak the language and can fit in like a native." "Fine," says Rocky, defeated. "We'll go to Belgium. But dammit, we're gonna crawl the whole way." "Scratch Belgium," says Go Go, suddenly reappearing again. "Just looked. It's not there. Anyone for Italy?" "Merde," says Dome. "I mean -- gosh darn it." "I'm bored. Let's find another battle," says Zilla. "Yeah, well, I sorta disabled most of the Germans in this area," admits Go Go sheepishly. "I could go back and untie a bunch of them." "Great!" says Rocky. "Or better yet -- maybe the portal is in Germany! Maybe it's in Hitler's bunker! Let's go!" Magic Tape jumps backward against Zilla's side and sticks. He grabs one of the confiscated German weapons and shouts, "I call shotgun!" "Damn Tape always does that. And I always end up on the freaking tail," mumbles Damp Dude, grabbing onto a spikey plate on Zilla's tail. The rest of the men take their places. "Hyah!" shouts Rocky, straddling Zilla's head. "Bet this would never have happened in the Cretaceous," grumbles Zilla. Against the backdrop of smoke and war-torn France, the Hero Squadron begins the trek to Nazi Germany. To be Continued...

If I may ask, at what are you upset? The introduction of Mr. Church? The description of the art in Action Comics #1? Or something else? (darn greamlins don't tell a person anything!) -- Joanna

Wrote this last night. Enjoy. Issue 11, Part 10: Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda Appearing in this issue: Emoticon (BachelorOfComix) can be any emoticon Rerun (Araich) TV in belly Alias (Bonds) can split into 12 Mylite (greggy) slabbed, irresistible Issue 11, Part 10: Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda "Where the hell are we?" asks Rerun. The N'Superables are standing on a littered sidewalk next to a newsstand in the middle of a large city. Gigantic, bulky cars honk and mingle in traffic, while well-dressed men and women pass them by with only a glance of curiosity. "Looks like Chicago," says Emoticon. While the others search the skyline for familiar buildings, Alias walks to the newsstand and picks up a paper. "1938. We're in the Great Depression." "No one looks depressed," says Mylite. "Don't know why I always thought they would." "I think we lucked out," says Rerun. "If we'd landed here in 1929 we probably would've stumbled into the St. Valentine's Day massacre, knowing our luck." "It doesn't feel like February," says Mylite. "More like April or May." "Good point. Nice spring day in the windy city. Man, I bet stuff is really cheap in 1938. Anyone have any money?" They all check their pockets. "I have a VISA card," says Emoticon. "Just my ATM card," says Alias. "Same here," says Mylite. "We're screwed." "We shouldn't bring anything out of this time period," says Alias. "It could upset the space-time continuum. Be very careful about everything you do, say or touch, because we have no idea what might impact the future." "You're thinking of that Star Trek episode where Capt. Kirk has to let Joan Collins die, aren't you?" "That's right, Mylite. If we've learned nothing from television, movies and comic books, we've learned never to mess with the past." "So what do we do?" "We need to find a portal, so that we can get back into the time stream." "There's a public library just down the street. We could do some research -- see if there's a record of someplace with strange happenings and disturbances like round holes that are swirly," says Emoticon. "Excellent plan. Remember -- do not do anything to upset the space-time continuum!" "Yeah, yeah, lay off the lectures, Alias. Let's go." The owner of the newsstand, watches them leave, scratching his head. "Who're the oddballs?" asks a customer. "Dunno. They sure were dressed weird, though. Did you see the shorts on that plastic guy?" "Er... yeah, the shorts. Not the fact that he was encased in plastic, or that one of them had some sort of moving picture in his stomach, or the other was a large, yellow smiling face. It was the short pants that you found odd." "It's too cold for shorts." Joe turned back to opening the boxes of new magazines. "Speaking of weird, seems to be a day for it. The guy on this magazine wears his underwear on the outside!" The customer glances at the box full of pristine copies of Action Comics #1, fresh off the press. "What's the world coming to? It's very depressing." "I know. Depressing times. So, you want one of these?" he asks, picking up the comic with fingers covered in transferred newsprint. He cracks it open, rolling the cover to the back to show the splash page. "No, I'm visiting some friends. Can't fit another thing in my suitcase." "Where you from?" "Denver." "Well, if you change your mind, or need something to read on the train, I have a bunch of them, Mr., er..." "Church. Edgar Church. And I might change my mind. I'm an artist and the drawings look crude but interesting." "Have a good time in Chicago, Mr. Church. And steer clear of the weirdos!" "Will do." To be continued...

Issue 11, Part 9: The Missing Links: Appearing in this issue: Flying Donut (Flying Donut) Flight Lighthouse (Lighthouse) eye beams Spelling Bee (PovertyRow) flight, stinger Raspberry Toaster Pastry (Darthdeisel) flight, goo Emoticon (BachelorOfComix) can be any emoticon Twinkie (Hogations) goo Snowball (The Beyonder) goo Ding Dong (Aman) goo Ho Ho (Ninanina) goo Fruit Pie (JLA All the Way) goo Cupcake (Doyle) goo Susie Q (Andrew Knight) goo Flame War (Fantastic Four) Flame power Damp Dude (Elvis) Aqua powers Week Guy (NewtSamson) Lord of Time Stream Month Guy (Johnny Double) Lord of Time Stream Issue 11, Part 9: The Missing Links: "Oh-oh," says Jonny. "Although that first sick guy appears to have recovered, now there's another sick guy! We'd better stick to our plan of letting everyone go through to the beginning of time." "I agree. Let's go tell them." As the agents approach, the Hostess Hoard rush at them in a cloud of goo. Immediately, everyone gets bogged down. "Tunnel underneath!" shouts Twinkie. As one, they dive to the bottom of the goo, ready to tunnel their way through . Unfortunately, the skin of the time stream gives way and they are hurled through a large hole. The hole heals itself behind them as soon as all of the Hoard members are through it. "What's happening?" asks Donut, still pretending to be ill, but doing a very poor job of it. "The Hostess Hoard rushed the agents, and got stuck in their own goo." "Get Neptune to wash it away with his water powers. "Neptune is gone. Went through the hole, remember?" "Right. Anyone else with water-based powers?" "Damp Dude! Get over here." Damp Dude joins the members of the JBH. "What's up?" "Use your aqua powers to wash away that goo, please." "I, um, swim and stuff. I don't have water jets or anything." "Ooookay. If we need any swimming we'll let you know." Damp Dude walks away, wishing there was at least one body of water in the story. "We need this cleaned up. Who has powers that can help us clean up the mess?" says Bee. "I can burn it up!" volunteers Pyro. "Me too!" says Flame War. "That would probably kill the Hoard in the process. We need non-lethal powers." "Allow me!" says Emoticon. He turns into a smiley with a fire hose and sprays away the goo. The Hoard is nowhere to be seen. "Uh-oh. That's not good," says Donut. "I'm thinking 'fell through a hole in the time stream'. What do you think?" "Good guess." He glances up and sees the agents heading their way. "Agents are still here. Unleash the Hero Squadron!" Meanwhile "Where are we?" asks Ho Ho. "Judging by the terrain, flora and fauna, I'd say we're in the ice age," says Cupcake. "How do you know that? The internet?" "Discovery Channel. Look, you can see a glacier in the distance. And those specks are woolly mammoths. And those slope-browed guys pointing spears at us are Neanderthals." "Oh geez," says Ding Dong. "Aloha! We come in peace! Take us to your leader," says Twinkie, his hands up. He smiles broadly to show his friendly nature, but the Neanderthals grunt and raise their spears. "Aloha? We're not in frickin' Hawaii!" says Susie Q. "Ungh, hukka drik doo," says Snowball. "What the hell is that?" asks Fruit Pie. "Just trying to speak their language." "You don't know their language! You could've just said 'I am tastiest with a side of thistles' for all you know!" "Neanderthals weren't cannibals," says Cupcake. "At least, not on the show I saw." "Are you talking about the one where they traced that small band of Neanderthals -- the one where the leader got killed, and the chick got pregnant? Or are you thinking of the NOVA episode on PBS?" asks Snowball. "The 2 hour Discovery Channel show. I never watch PBS because I feel too guilty about watching for free." "So donate a couple of bucks, ya tightwad." "Not guilty enough to actually give money." "Would you insufficiently_thoughtful_persons just shut up!" shouts Twinkie. "We are in a major crisis here!" "As is your local PBS station if no one pledges," says Snowball. "Grak!" says one of the Neanderthals. "Grak to you, too!" answers Snowball. "Shut up!" shouts the rest of the Hoard. "Sha ah?" says the Neanderthals, shocked. The other Neanderthal nods angrily. They both run toward the Hoard screaming, swords raised. "Goo!" shouts Twinkie. But before the Hoard can react with a wall of goo, the Neanderthals stop, surprised expressions on their faces. "Goo?" says Neanderthal #1. "Goo..." says #2. "Goo!" they say in unison, smiling and shouldering their spears. "Goo," says Twinkie, smiling in return. "I wonder who writes their dialogue?" whispers Fruit Pie. "Shut up, Fruit Pie," whispers Twinkie. "Sha ah!" screams #1, raising his weapon again. "Goo! Googoogoogoogoogoogoogoo!" responds Twinkie. Although not quite sure, #1 relaxes a bit. "Okay," he says. "Wow, The Discovery Channel didn't mention that 'okay' has been around this long. Wonder if it means the same thing in Neanderthal as it means in English?" "Better yet -- I wonder what 'goo' means..." mumbles Ho Ho. Meanwhile "Well, we've lost the Hero Squadron," says House. "And the N'Superables," adds Raspberry Toaster Pastry. "Perhaps we should stop rushing the agents with powers blazing?" says Bee. "So what should we do?" asks Donut. "I'm not sure. I'm just not as sold on the rushing with powers things as I was before we lost the bulk of our force." "Is there a Plan C?" House looks around, but everyone diverts his face. "Anyone? No one? Plan D? E? How about one doomed to fail? At least it would be something." "Well... one of you could pretend to be sick, and..." To be continued...

You better! Or we're sending greggy over to give you a foot massage... Now that's just... just... holy cow, maybe I should get writing! Nothing against greggy, I just have sore feet today. Don't want anyone touchin' 'em. Grr. Perhaps we should find out what other mayhem is taking place in the time stream. -- Joanna

Thanks, guys! I wasn't actually upset about the star thing. I just felt like writing another story part. I am, as always, grateful that you guys are still reading! There'll be more to come, I promise. -- Joanna

As a reward to whoever got the star count back up to four, here you go: Issue 11, Part 8: A New Era Appearing in this issue: Flying Donut (Flying Donut) Flight Lighthouse (Lighthouse) eye beams Spelling Bee (PovertyRow) flight, stinger Mercury (Dam60) flight, heat, speed Venus (CosmicBob) flight, love Earth (Ubiquiti) flight, power over dirt Mars (Mushroom) flight, warrior skills Uranus (Old Guy) flight, noxious scent Saturn (Odin) flight, energy rings Jupiter (BronzeBruce) flight, gas Neptune (Zonker) flight, water Pluto (hkp) flight, ice Ding Dong (Aman) goo Squatter (Lantern) knee laser beams Mylite (greggy) slabbed, irresistible Week Guy (NewtSamson) Lord of Time Stream Month Guy (Johnny Double) Lord of Time Stream Issue 11, Part 8: A New Era "Solar Powers! Gather around," says Bee in his most authoritative tone. Quickly, the nine members of the Solar Powers orbit Bee. "What's up?" asks Jupiter. "We're going to make a diversion. When all the attention is on us, you guys should rush the agents with powers blasting. That should knock them out long enough for us to continue to the beginning of time. "Wow, that's an actual plan! Much better than Mylite's idea to distract them with a River Dance." "Yes, we felt it should be more superhero-y and less Michael Flatley." Bee approaches the Hostess Hoard and tells them that if the Solar Powers fail, it's up to them to overcome the agents. He tells the same thing to the N'Superables, the Hero Squadron, the Bad Brigade and everyone else. When everyone knows what to do, Lighthouse pretends to faint. "Oh my God! Come quick! Something is wrong with House!" shouts Donut. Mylite nods permission to the agents, and releases their loving gazes. Quickly, they run to find out what happened to House. "Is he sick?" asks Jonny. "I don't know. He just passed out! We need to get him to a doctor!" "There's a hospital at the beginning of time. That's the closest one. But you guys aren't allowed to go there." "He's dying, man! You have to do something." Jonny and Newt separate themselves from the group and confer on what to do. A death in the time stream was unheard of, and could shift the balance of time and anti-time. "We've got to contact HQ and find out what to do." "I think we should let them all through without a fight so that they can take him to Chronos General at the beginning of time. We can't take the risk of his dying in the time stream." "You're probably right, Month Guy," says Newt. "Okay, let's tell them." At that moment they hear a thunderous battle cry. The nine members of the Solar Powers rush toward the two men, planetary powers blasting. An enormous cloud of ever-expanding gas envelops them, then they are pelted by flame, ice, dirt, water, energy rings, and heat. Both men duck. The blast bypasses them and punches a hole in the time stream, sucking all nine members of the Solar Powers through. The hole heals itself as soon as the last man has disappeared. "We are in for a lot of paperwork," says Jonny, staring at the now-healed time stream. "Excuse me," says House, forgetting to play sick. "Where did they go?" Jonny walks over to the wall, takes out a jeweler's loop, and presses it against the miasmic churning energy that makes up the time stream. "Close as I can guess -- they're in the Jurassic. Possibly one of those other 'asic' eras. I was never all that good on dinosaur stuff." "Dinosaurs? They're in the age of the dinosaurs?" whispers Mylite. "Yeah. So, Mylite, you were telling us about your sweet, sweet DCs. Did you ever get that 9.6?" "Well..." Mylite glances at the place where the Solar Powers fell through, then looks back at the agents. He shrugs and leads the two men away. "Funny story, actually. I saw the 100 pager on ebay, but I was afraid there might be some shilling, so I--" "What do we do now?" asks Ding Dong. "Plan Bee," says Bee, laughing at his own joke. No one else laughs. "You never get my humor." "What is Plan B?" asks Squatter. Donut pretends to faint. "Oh my God! Come quick! Something is wrong with Donut!" shouts House. Meanwhile The Solar Powers are standing in the middle of a tropical jungle in heavy, torrential rain. Insects as large as VWs fly past and a herd of Dyslocosaurus stand in a lake, eating leaves off the over-hanging trees on shore. In the distance, a Pterandon flies overhead. "We're in freaking Jurassic Park!" says Saturn. "Not the Jurassic. The Cretateous, somewhere in Wyoming," says Earth. "Since when do you know so much about dinosaurs?" asks Pluto. "I'm Earth. They're my creatures." Everyone gives him a look. "The internet." "Okay, planets, settle down. We have to come up with a plan. We're trapped in the Cretateous with a billion hungry dinosaurs. We need to get to the beginning of time." "And how exactly are we going to do that?" asks Neptune. "Somewhere, there has to be a portal." "Yes! There's always a portal!!" Venus says excitedly. "What would a portal look like?" asks Mercury, having had his fill of them on the Archi-Moderator's ship. "In these parts, I mean." "Swirly, colorful, round, portal-like," says Jupiter convincingly. "Sounds about right," says Mars. "Okay! Start looking." "Jupe, I think we should avoid looking to our right," says Uranus. "Why is that?" "Because that T Rex looks hungry." As one, they all turn to the right only to find the huge, gaping, tooth-filled jaws of a Tyrannasaurus Rex. "That nails it. Definitely the Cretateous!" says Earth, smugly. The T Rex roars, Earth defecates in his pants, and as one, the Solar Powers run. To be continued.

...except the hater who knocked the thread down to 3 stars. Okay, I'm over it. Knock it down to one if you want to. Won't stop me from writing it! Bwa ha ha ha ha!!! -- Joanna

Actually, I have seen Army of Darkness, but it was a long time ago. And I thought Pov was speaking of a sequel, not the original. Truth is, I don't remember a lot from the film because it's a genre that is not high on my list of favorites. I've seen some of Bruce's work, but not all of it. I once had lunch with his personal assistant (not by design; we were the only two patrons in a restaurant and started talking. We decided to sit together and that's when I found out who she was). I had to bluff my way through some of the conversation because she assumed I would have an in-depth knowledge of Bruce's entire career. You and Pov would've done better than I did, that's for sure! -- Joanna

I love you guys! (note: I thought this was a better 2000th post than my original idea which was to tell Pov that I hadn't seen the film and therefore didn't understand his reference. Lousy 2000th post, doncha think? It's much better to just tell all you wacky lads that I'm quite fond of you. I realize this is a chick thing, but indulge me just this once). -- Joanna

I won't do what the story can't, but there are a lot of neglected characters at this point. It's primarily because most of the characters are all in the same place (the time stream) and that makes it difficult to focus on separate groups. I'll figure it out. Next post is it, I think! I must make it momentous. Or not. Thanks. A sentence I changed to eliminate the passive voice and make it active, but I forgot that durned passive noun. Much obliged. -- Joanna

I should really consider actually reading this thing, so that I can figure what hints and clues I planted that I never followed up on. Next chapter, I'll try to include the Solar Powers more fully. There are lots of players who haven't had much to do recently, so I'll do my best to bring everyone back in. Dang thing has WAY too many characters! -- Joanna

Issue 11, Part 7: In the Time of Nick Appearing in this issue: (otis) - Red, fused and rhyming (Aces) - Red, fused and rhyming mrwoogieman) - Red, fused and rhyming (Fokker) - Red, fused and rhyming (dillmeister) - Red, fused and rhyming (blutobc) - Slaughter - Eric123 - Mindreader Demon - Proverbs22_2 - fire pellets Tarantula - Webhead - Paralyzing bite Issue 11, Part 7: In the Time of Nick "Who's Nick?" asks Demon. "What?" Slaughter is tiring of crouching behind the heart meter across from his crocodile-filled death pit. "I just read the title. It says 'In the Time of Nick' and I'm wondering who Nick is," says Demon. "Nobody reads the titles. They're meaningless. Concentrate on your current death trap duties and just ignore the typist, okay?" "Okay. I was just wondering. I mean, I thought we could kill Nick while we were waiting." "Kiw Nick," chortled Tarantula. He loved killing, so it sounded like a great idea to him. "There's no Nick! Just shut up! I think I hear them oozing this way." Meanwhile The blob is oozing along the corridor with Bluto leading the way. "I don't see an exit," says Bluto. "It's strange that we were routed this way since there was a clearly lit exit just opposite the Blob Detour sign." "That sign was written in Crayola. Perhaps the staff was on the payola Of the Big Banger Gang. This could be a trap. Dang." "Your rhymes are getting worse. I wonder if that's a bad sign?" "You want a bad sign? Then try this line: We're fused and red And very nearly dead!" "Sshh! I think I hear something. I'll go investigate." Bluto stealthily walks toward a large pit carved into the middle of the floor. He looks down and sees a gaggle of crodiles floating in black water. Or is it a herd? A flock? A pride? A murder? A gr-- "What do you see? An exit for me?" "No, it's just a large pit with crocodiles in it. Wanna see?" The blob oozes to the edge of the pit and looks down. Suddenly, the flooring gives way under the blob's weight, and they all crash into the pit. They land with a huge splash and wait for the jaws of death to crush their bones and rip their flesh. But nothing happens. "What the-- These are blow-up plastic crocs! They're not real!" says Bluto joyously. Meanwhile "Just how stupid are these people?" asks Slaughter in a rage. "Whodda thunk it?" says Demon. "Look, if you saw a large death trap pit full of crocodiles, would you a) fall into said pit or b) walk around it so as to avoid the obvious death and dismemberment therein?" "Uh... dere anodder choice?" asks Tran. "No! Those are your two choices! Do you die or do you avoid death by WALKING AROUND THE TRAP AND THEREBY FALLING INTO THE REAL DEATH TRAP WE PLACED ON THE EDGE OF THE TRAP???" "I guess I'd choose the fake trap over the real trap," says Demon. "Me, too," says Tran. "No! You don't KNOW it's a fake trap! It looks real, and you don't know there's a real trap next to it so you think the fake trap is the real trap." "But it's fake." Pause. "I don't get it," says Demon. Tran nods in agreement with Demon. "Okay, look -- we can salvage this. Demon, release the killer bees. Tran, transfer the piranhas from the real trap into the fake trap. I'll herd the cobras that way as well. We can still do this." Hurrying to obey, Tran jumps into the pool of piranhas that was concealed under a fake floor next to the fake death trap. The fish immediately begin biting him. He bites back. The water churns like a washing machine on a non-delicate cycle, with fish blood mingling with Tran blood as the two deadly species fight it out. Demon pulls out the killer bee hive and opens the lid. Instantly he is surrounded by a swarm of killer bees. He begins firing flame pellets in all directions. Very few bees are affected. Slaughter, seeing the trouble his gang is in, throws the bag of cobras into the fake pit without removing the snakes, then heads out of the haunted, abandoned wing. It is, he realizes, a really sucky day to be a villain. Meanwhile Inside the fake pit, Bluto picks up the bag of cobras, realizes that he doesn't like the way it keeps slithering, and dunks it under water. The bag soon stops slithering. "I guess I'll go find a crane or something to lift you guys out." "Wait! We have a plan Just give us a hand Pile the crocs into a ladder We'll ooze on our bellies, like an adder Up we'll go 'til we reach the top And then we can go find a cop." "Works for me. Should we help the guy in the piranha tank or the guy wearing a beard of bees?" "Leave them to their fun We can't save everyone." "Yeah, you guys would've made great superheroes if you had just gotten powers instead of turning into a blob. Oh well, let's go. Hand me that croc." To be continued...

Too late. Right now, you are part of a large, red blob that can only speak in rhyme, and you're heading for a death trap. Looks like the votes favor a Lurkers vs. Big Bangers brawl. And thus it shall be. -- Joanna

Okay, interactive time: I'll write another episode tonight, but it's up to you guys to tell me which storyline I should follow. Keep in mind, someone could die. In no particular order, here are the choices: I'll let you know when voting is over, but I'm guessing it will open be an hour or two. For those who want to know, here are the various groups: The JBH (Justa Buncha Heroes) Flying Donut (Flying Donut) Flight Lighthouse (Lighthouse) eye beams Spelling Bee (PovertyRow) flight, stinger Raspberry Toaster Pastry (Darthdeisel) flight, goo KostumeKween (MajorKhaos) not so deceased The Solar Powers Mercury (Dam60) flight, heat, speed Venus (CosmicBob) flight, love Earth (Ubiquiti) flight, power over dirt Mars (Mushroom) flight, warrior skills Uranus (Old Guy) flight, noxious scent Saturn (Odin) flight, energy rings Jupiter (BronzeBruce) flight, gas Neptune (Zonker) flight, water Pluto (hkp) flight, ice The N'Superables Emoticon (BachelorOfComix) can be any emoticon Rerun (Araich) TV in belly Supafreak deceased (Supapimp) woolly mammoth Alias (Bonds) can split into 12 Mylite (greggy) slabbed, irresistible (honorary member) The Hostess Hoard Twinkie (Hogations) goo Snowball (The Beyonder) goo Ding Dong (Aman) goo Ho Ho (Ninanina) goo Fruit Pie (JLA All the Way) goo Cupcake (Doyle) goo Susie Q (Andrew Knight) goo Unaffiliated as yet The Brick (Crisco) invulnerable Flame War (Fantastic Four) Flame power Where'd He Go (Clobberintime) invisibility Den Mothersaur (Joanna) can be a monster Trimmer deceased (no one in particular) aerobic weight loss The Villains The Archi-Moderator (Architect) all powerful Dena-Myte (Dena) semi-all powerful Gemma-Mint (Gemma) semi-all powerful Coinee deceased (Bugaboo) nearly invulnerable Dr. Gloom (Joe Collector) makes things crash Lord Rawl (Lord Rahl) balloon animals The Mods (CGCmod, CGCmod2, NGCmod, SGCmod) deceased The Hero Squadron Sgt. Rocky (Awe4one) Super strength Damp Dude (Elvis) Aqua powers Magic Tape (Scottish) stickiness Go Go (Speedjunkies) Superspeed Zilla (Zillatoy) Ninja dinosaur Ape (CD4ever) Shape shifter Chrome Dome (Chromium) power over metal Toast deceased (DanDrista) none The Bad Brigade Negative Lad (Murpho) can affect self-esteem Larry Von Dork (Werner Von Doom) evil scientist Fission (Rob_React) Atomic powers Pyro (Blazingbob) Pyro powers Ki-Zar (Comicwiz) Killer lizard Origami (Kevthemev) power over paper Runt (BigMan) Shrinking power Squatter (Lantern) knee laser beams The Lurkers (otis) Red, fused and rhyming (Aces) Red, fused and rhyming mrwoogieman) Red, fused and rhyming (Fokker) Red, fused and rhyming (dillmeister) Red, fused and rhyming (blutobc) The Time Masters Second Guy (Ares) Lord of Time Stream Minute Guy (DiceX) Lord of Time Stream Hour Guy (PedgreeMan) Lord of Time Stream Day Guy (hobbes) Lord of Time Stream Week Guy (NewtSamson) Lord of Time Stream Month Guy (Johnny Double) Lord of Time Stream Year Guy (justiceleaguefiend) Lord of Time Stream Decade Guy (Chrisfuccione) Lord of Time Stream Century Guy (sfilosa) Lord of Time Stream Millenium Guy (blowout) Lord of Time Stream The Big Bangers Slaughter Eric123 Mindreader Demon Proverbs22_2 fire pellets Tarantula Webhead Paralyzing bite Hospital Staff Dr. Bob Doc Dr. Bunner Dr. Banner Nurse Coohs No one in the forum, just made it up.

Apparently, my attention to detail is spotty at best. I just realized that I'd inexplicably turned the blob blue, instead of its original red. I've fixed that, but I'm filled with shame nonetheless. I'll strive to do better next time. -- Joanna

I've probably missed some, but I try to include anyone who gives me feedback in this thread (especially if they type something!).

Psst! Don't give out my plan! That's a secret! I'm trying to let everyone feel like they might actually have any influence on a story that I intend to write exactly how I want to write it. No worries there. I'll write until the story is told. -- Joanna