Role Play Board: Re: In The Age of Monsters!

Re: In The Age of Monsters!

Posted by Bizarro on 8/2/2009, 9:23 pm, in reply to "In The Age of Monsters!"
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When last we joined our… hero?: The misguided Bizarro, manipulated by the evil Darkseid, landed on Earth intent on killing everyone to show his love. However, at the behest of the evil General Eiling, Bizarro was captured by Deadshot, who, not surprisingly, was evil. Let’s check in…

Try as he might, private Joe Billingsly couldn’t get the blood off of his coat. And if he couldn’t get the blood off of his coat, people would start asking questions, and he didn’t have the answers to any questions. He hobbled down the trampled D.C. field, MPs and medics and officials scurrying all around him. He needed to find Capt. Freed. Capt. Louis Freed had the answers. At least, that’s what Billingsly was hoping. Freed was that type of man; rarely moving, rarely reacting, his dried, leathery skin seeming almost too tight to move.

“Capt. Freed, Sir?” Billingsly stood up straight, but could not stop shaking. “I’m sorry, I just… I didn’t expect to see you there.” Freed snapped his head to the side, staring Billingsly in the eyes.

“What is it, private? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we just bagged Bizarro—I’m a little busy. Joe stammered and darted his eyes about.

“I-I-I need you to come look at something. Over here. Very big. Very—“

“Is that blood on your coat, private? Why is there blood on your coat?” Capt. Freed cocked his head, and began to lean in slowly, scowling.

“I-it’s what I needed to show you, there’s a murderer loose, a lot of dead bodies, if you’d just come and I could show you,” Billingsly said, flailing his arms behind him trying to guide Capt. Freed.

“Son, a deranged clone of a man capable of destroying mankind just landed, tore us apart, and then fell asleep, and you’re worried about a few dead bodies?”

“No, no, you’re not listening. You need to come with—“

“If you can give me a report of the damn murders, then yes, I’ll pay attention, but until then, leave me to my national security concerns. ALRIGHT BOYS, LET’S BAG ‘IM AND TAG ‘IM. I’LL DRIVE THE TRANSPORT.” And with that Freed was off, back to the business at hand, leaving Billingsly charged with solving the murders.

---Hours Later, a dusty desert road---

Floyd Laughton was not bothered the smell of blood. He was concerned that someone might see this military transport truck out in the middle of nowhere. He was worried he would have to explain the two dead bodies in the front seat with him, and the 6 more in the back, and that he was wearing Capt. Freed’s clothing, someone they’d surely have found dead in his bathroom by now. He was way of Bizarro waking up. But not bothered by the blood. And hopefully Billingsly would have taken the wrap for his killings by now—the blood on his coat was a most wonderful coincidence—and Eiling would have his Bizarro, and Deadshot would be a very rich man. Grinning, he turned his car off of the road, and onto the desert sand.

In his haze of self-satisfaction, he did not notice the mass of sand rising from the earth, and taking the shape of a man in a green striped shirt and brown pants, with strangely striped hair. That is, Deadshot didn’t notice until the Sandman raised his hand, and a wave of dust flipped the military truck over, demolishing it in the process. Deadshot rolled out of the driver’s seat, half unconscious, and looked up at the man standing in front of him.

“The Monster Society wants your friend.” Was all Sandman said before tearing open the back door of the truck, reaching out with his long, stony arms, grabbing Bizarro, and taking off to the east in a wave of sand.

Deadshot watched him depart for a long time before climbing to his feet, grabbing a bag of his things, and slowly walking East himself. The Monster Society got in the way of a paycheck. And no one gets in the way of Deadshot’s paycheck.

--Even More Hours Later, a Warehouse in Gotham—

Bizarro woke in a haze, surrounded by strange and terrifying sorts. Though he found this to be a most comforting and peaceful way to wake up, he quickly realized he didn’t know where he was. And suddenly he remembered Bizarro-Lois, and her hideous smile and awful odor and how he had abandoned her. And he remembered the Earthlings, and how he loved them and wanted to destroy them. And then he saw it—a giant creature, half stegosaurus, half human, glaring at him.

“Welcome,” the creature shouted, “To the Monster Society of Evil!” Bizarro looked around, gritted his teeth and charged the beast man like an animal let out of his cage. He wasn’t angry at Stegron in particular. He wasn’t even really angry. He was just Bizarro.