Blarg

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"Ah wuddeva, ya' got nothing on me, and furthermore I'm resistent to knock-back because, uh... (think Truck, think!) I'm an advanced yoga student (oh yeah, they'll buy that. these heroes are so stupid!)!"
Truck then relieved a passenger of a novel and took a seat.
"The only villain here is the guy blasting civilians with a bazooka!"
Truck then put the novel in front of him and began reading.
"Mafia!"

[/ QUOTE ] (Oh yes, I agree heroes ARE stupid!)

Did I mention that I have mind powers from the Dominater set?

*flashes his signature evil grin*

By the way... That suit is horrible!

"Mafia!"

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We noticed but we considered the source so you know. Now someone eat these dead superdine sprinkled waffles. The side effects will be worth it. Would I mislead anyone?

[/ QUOTE ] I'll have one! Besides I'm immune to Superdine.

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OK, now, I ain't the most heroic person in the world. Far from it, really...the words "abject coward" tend to spring to mind, actually. Still, firing a bazooka point-blank in someone's face to prove that they're a bad guy? Now that just don't wash...

So, here I am, dive-tacking the blue guy to get him outta the way of a bazooka shell...of course, for our differences in mass, I may as welll be dive tackling a stone column. The effects are similar: a rather spectacular riccochet OFF the blue guy and INTO Bozo the Psychopath's bazooka-arm. The good news? I knock his aim off enough so that he onl;y blasts a hole in the ceiling.

The bad news? Well, bazookas are pretty dang loud, especially if yer knocking your skull against one...and me without my earplugs.

"Mafia!" shouted the jacket.

"WHAT?!" shouted me.

[/ QUOTE ] Now see! Even though I didn't succeed in blasting him with my bazooka, YOU bounced off him like he was a spring filled, rubber ball, and you were a kangaroo! That proves my point. And don't even say he's a Tanker. I mean seriously! When have you seen a Tank with a suit THAT ugly?

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::lurches forward off her seat, barely missing the handrail in front of her::

A redhead in a motorcycle jacket and miniskirt generally gets catcalls from time to time on the Yellow Line, but not me.

See, the big blue "A" on the jacket pretty much tells anyone who's anyone in Paragon who I am:

Aurora Girl.

Well, usually the blue lightning pulsating from my skin does it too, but I'm proud of the jacket.

"What are you thinking?"

"Mafia!" cries the suit.

I stand up and pull my hair back, realizing this bazooka-wielding clown-morphing-thing is not your run-of-the-mill panhandler I've seen more and more often recently.

"Look, Bozo, seriously, I'm kind of a big deal. You might not want to blow me up. People know me, you know? You wouldn't want one of the biggest supergroups in the city to rain down on your curly little head because you wasted their primary blaster, do you? And you, Suit Boy, I'm gonna get real skittish if you can't shut that thing up. When I get skittish, things blow up, and I'm not the kind of girl who wants to see your suit blown up in broad daylight."

My hands start to glow blue and white as I subtly make my point, but I can't help but stare at the kitten sneaking up behind Bozo...


-AG

[/ QUOTE ] Who said I was going to blow YOU up? *points the bazooka at the Brute* I can give you proof that he is not a Paragon Citizen. Infact he is a Brute. You know, one of Lord Recluses guys.

I will shoot at him. If he esplodes then he is normal. If he is knocked back but still alive he is a superhuman. In other words, a Brute.

*points and aims* Ready? OK! *fires*

*notices lots of noise and things happening, and a few people yelling at him because of his bazooka*

Hmm? Whats that? A bazooka you say? Astounding dear chap! Never seen one of those for a long while-

*cuts off wwith a strange expression forming on his face*

>(gollum like voice) Do it! Now!<

No! I'll never do it again!

>Oh but you must! DO IT!<

I will NOT!

>Fine, have it your way.<

*Blarg lets out a bloodcurdling scream, when it stops he has a glazed over look in his eyes*

>Geralb! Geralb! *Flips back his coat to reveal a mirror. Puts the mirror up to his face as he looks in it he changes...His hair turns a bright oarnge, his body gets slimmer and bonier yet more musceled, and his face stretches and contorts to an inhuman grin wider than possible on any known species, while his eye become large blood-red crosses, and to finish off the look the nose of this creature becomes a crimson ball. He turned into... a clown!*

*takes bazooka* Now, we shall see canage!

Mafia! shouts the suit.

*notices a kitten thing in the monorail*

Hey there! I would usually be amazed at KItten-hero-things but I have spent so much time in the Litterbox that i'm just not impressed anymore. Infact I think they drove me insane.

*suddenly laughs like a maniac, banging his head against the monorail wall*

More insane than before anyway.

*takes a bazooka out of nowhere and shoots a padestrian for littering*

Now, now you should know better than that! Anyway whats your story?

What happened to my Waffle minions? Why am I too lazy to search for my last post to look for the reason of their disappearance? And where the muffin are my pants?

*sends a new fleet of minions in to destroy the madmen... and this time they have Superdine!*

*slowly walks in* QUICK MY MINIONS!!! ATTACK!!! *Waffle minions attack everyone in thread* *runs for dear life*

My Avatar is the Halloweeniest of all for it is INVISIBLE!!!!!