Ineffable

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(Wags finger at Darkstorm)

Now now. That would be telling.

If you dig deep enough, you'll find I have my greedy little fingers in everything on Infinity server. Even the Lobo Wolf Special Ops.

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

(Face Palms) Stupid me...Editing...

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Hey Darkstorm, nice to see someone else from Infinity here.

And yes, I see your point, USING a character who is a god in thread will lead to god moding.

Which is why I specificly said DIOV WOULD NEVER BE IN THIS THREAD.

And I am not pissed at ya, I think everyone, (especially Khell) has reason to be fairly mad at me for my antics in Final Fight. I am trying to improve, and hopefully the whole thing will iron out.

And Mecha...I'm enjoying your descriptive diologue, but last time I checked, you need to give others chances to REACT before letting them be crushed and killed in one hit. Not even Diov does that...

Just thought I'd chip in. On with the show!

BIC

H'tead, unfortunatly, was still glued to the roof of the car when it ran into the building.

SMASH. One wall, one concussion.

SMASH, two walls, several broken ribs.

SMASH, three walls, falls off the car.

H'tead's passive feild of electricity was still going however, and it dragged him along like a rag doll, smashing him against random rocks and chunks of brick.

[censored] [censored] [censored] [censored] [censored] [censored] [censored] He thought.

Using all of his strength, he lurched forward and cought onto the back of the car with his claws again. He clambered up onto the hood of the trunk, dug his claws in, and collapsed.

He then went into what some people could call a coma. H'tead wasn't entire human, however, so his mind was still perfectly concious. It was his body that was failing.

Sadly, the feild of electrical energy was still going around the car, and he couldn't shut it off until he woke up again.

So either the driver would let him into the damn car, or he could be dragged around behind the car like a can on a string.

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Thanks for pointing that out Khell.

BIC

H'tead was about to respond to Kefetesura, when suddenly the car started to spin around. He then realized how damn fast the car was moving, and realized that his nervousness was passively accelerating the car by creating an electro-magnetic field around the car. He quickly changed some features in this field, making it harder for the car to pass through the space.

"Got to slow the thing down..." H'taed thought.

He slowed the car down enough to get a look at the energy barriar.

He also noticed the were heading straight for it.

"[censored]!" He said aloud.

He then clawed his way onto the roof of the car. Since Lord H'taed was a natural source of electricity, and since electricity always sought the ground, polar energy glued him to the roof of the car, even as he stood up.

He looked at the energy shield again.

"Looks sloppy...Was probably erected by an amatuer. If Diov was here he wouldn't even need to despell it, just walk right through it."

Then again, Lord Diov wasn't there, so H'taed would have to cope.

He delt with magic just about every second of his day, however. Binding his armor again and again to prevent his power from literally exploding. He gathered a large amount of essence for the molocuels in the air to power his spell.

He fired a beam of purple light straight at the barriar.

Unless the barriar was being reinforced by at least 6 expert mages, H'taed's bolt would rip it apart like tissue paper. That was unlikely considering how poorly the energy wall had been erected in the first place.

What if I edited it to say it channeled to whhatever source it uses to power its self, and strengthens it? I don't care if electricity is Passe, energy is energy.

Plus, My lightning avatar kicked your sorry [censored] until you blew up my essence source in final fight...If electricity is THAT inneficent, then maybe your car should be going 200 MPH since the energy source is so weak. JK.

But seriously, would the energy source idea work?

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awww you didn't read my explanation?

Plus, I know for a fact that yor car CANNOT go 300 MPH with just gas.

You couldn't possibly be going faster then 295 MPH.

BIC

H'tead heard what Acid said.

He was fairly confused.

One thing he did know, he was NOT in the mood to have a 300 MPH car fight.

So he shouted at the top of his lungs..."WHO THE HELL IS ARCHIED? WHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST HIT ME WITH A CAR? AND WHERE THE HELL HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE?"

Normally Acid wouldn't have even heard him within the car, but H'tead was yelling quite loud...

In the meantime, electrical energy kept passively adding energy into the power source of the false car.

315 MPH...

330 MPH...

345 MPH...

(MIGHT wanna look out for pedestrians... )

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About time someone realized my birthday was Oct 31!

FEAR ME! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHACHO KECHOKEGASPCOUGHSPITDROOLCHOKEGAGCOUGHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(Everyone gangs up on Diov and tries to kill him for wasting post space)

Hey all. I am Lord Diov! Final Fight thread posters will know of me...

You will be glad to know I have no intention of entering Diov into this thread.

Or any masterminds for that matter.

I'm going to go ahead and have my character appear in New Mu, he, like Lord Diov, is a dimensional traveler, and he's decided to take a bit of a vacation to a random alternate reality. (He has no dimensional powers though, you'll be glad to hear...)

If the thread has been suddenly closed, and I didn't hear about it, PM me and I can delete this post. This character is nowhere near as powerful as Diov. Again, this is for people who frequent the Final Fight thread.

Wish me luck.

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Lord H'tead stood before the shadowed figure in the room and figited. He was nervous about asking Diov to let him go...

H'tead looked very strange, being nervous. He was 8 feet tall, wore medival style armor, with tribal runes etched into it. He wore a belt with a purple gem embedded in it, and it glowed softly with potent power. He wore a hood that obscured most of his head, and his face was obscured by a cloth mask.

"So anyway...I was wondering if I could take a vaction." He finished.

Lord Diov shiffted within the shadows. "Where did you want to go in particular...?"

"Somewhere with plenty of action! A place of excitment! Maybe a timeline of Earth, its fun there..." H'tead said.

Lord Diov chuckled. If H'tead had been thinking clearly, he would have run screaming from the room.

"A place of action and excitement...Sure, why not...?" He flicked his hand, and a portal appeared.

"Enjoy." Lord Diov said.

Lord H'tead stepped through the portal. "Ah...a vacation...And to think Diov actually approves..." He thought.

Then he remembered something.

Lord Diov had a sadistic sense of humor.

"DAMNIT! NOOOO!" He screamed in his head.

"Say hello to some old friends for me!" Yelled Diov into the portal as H'tead vanished into it.

The rift in space and time whisked him into New Mu.

He looked around the deserted streets.

Then a car barelled into him at full speed, he smashed against the windsheild.

Looking into the car, he saw two figures. One of them was too blurred to make out, but the other one was green, reptilian, and something was very familier about him...

"Acid Zero..." Lord H'tead thought. "Wait...What? Where did that come from...I know him from somewhere, I just can't put my electrical finger on it..."

Of course, this was hardly the time to worry about who the strange dragon/reptile/whatever the creature was.

The car continued moving, the green guy and the blurred figure both stared at him.

He then almost slid off the car then, so he dug his clawed hands into the hood so he wouldn't fall off.

Unfortunatly...some electrical energy spiraled from his hands and into the false car's power source.

The car sped up. It was soon speeding at over 300 miles an hour. H'tead clung on for dear life.

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If anyone was wondering, he sped the car up by magnetising the car, the electrical currents forcing the mechanisms to work harder. MUCH harder.

Lord Diov lives in an alternate reality somewhere. He is a very powerful dimension being, and often conjures rifts in time and space. So creating a portal leading into ArchLichs's world would be easy for him.

If I broke any rules, please tell me.

Lord Diov jumps into the part using a rift in space and time, brings along some essence sources, and Lord H'tead.

Creates an army of electrical badgers.

Summons his thugs, who instead of dressing like thugs, are now wearing Republican senator costumes.

Alters space and time so that the walls turn into see-through jello.

(Only people who frequent Final Fight thread will get the joke. )

Trick or Treat!

Name: Unknown
Alias: Lord Diov
Age: Unknown

First Appearance: Final Fight

Lord Diov is a Demon from an alternate reality where an all-powerful force known as the Void has consumed all of existance. Diov was apparently saved by a currently unknown force, and brought to this dimension.

Lord Diov's most common, and only known appearance is like this. He wears black cargo pants, with tribal runes sketched down the sides, he wears a belt with a single fanged skull on the front, it's eyes glow red. He wears a leather suit held together by straps, buckles, and stiches, and over this he wears a buisness suit with several pockets on it. His hands are armored by medival styled gloves, with runes etched into them that shift randomly. His face is completely hidden, no one has ever seen it. He wears a duster style hat, twin monocles which are tinted red, and a reaper style peice of cloth, which desceds to form two tattered scarfs hanging off his back, giving the appearace of tattered demon wings. There is a diamond shapped blood red gem on his right collar. A red aura surrounds him, as though he holds within him barely contained power.

The gem he has appears to give him control over reality its self, letting him bend it to his will. He doesn't use it much, as it attracts the attention of the Void from the reality he escaped from. When he does use it, the effects are often potent and powerful.

Diov is a tenth dimensional being, and most of the laws in the universe do not apply to him in most situations.

Diov used the Gem to create an industry know as Husk Corperation. Using essence stolen from other beings, Diov can create an unlimited number of "Husks" to serve him. They find it humorous to dress and act like street thugs.

Lord Diov is a threat of insane and almost unstoppable power. He has several doomsday class weapons, and various technomancies which have undone entire worlds.

Most of these weapons and technomancies have never been seen or used, only heard of.

As Diov is a dimensional being, he has been in various differant places in differant times, so it is impossible to determine his age.

He is firmly within the villain classification. He has commited mass genocide on several planets and timelines by obliterating them. The only known reason he ever commited these acts was for, "A bit of fun."

(Hey all, this is part 2 of Husk Corperation story. If you havn't read the first one, search for "Husk Corperation. After you finish that, come back and read this. All the character descriptions, such as what they look like, and what they do, are listed in the first story, so it's almost vital that you read it first.)

Mr. Tribal was seriously considering leaving Husk Corp. Sure, the pay was amazing, everyone was friendly, and he got to work with the famous supervillain, Lord H'tead himself. Still, all the heists they pulled together were incredibly dangerous. The very first mission they went on was to steal finicial records from city hall, and they got ambushed by Mrs. Liberty, barely escaping before reinforcements arrived to help her. Then a week later, Snyapse showed up and beat the tar out of Mr. Nomed and White at the speed of sound when they were robbing the national gold reserve. Both of them were fine, since they couldn't feel pain, but they still wound up with several fractured bones. Then when the group had been stealing experimental tech from Portal Corp, Statesman, Manticore, and Citadel all showed up, with a small army of police drones to back them up. Mr. Poe's left arm had to be surgically fused back onto him, Lord H'tead's armor caved in, Mr. Nomed shattered both his fists, and Mr. Walker got beaten on the head, neck, and right leg with his own pistol. Sooner or later Mr. Tribal himself would run into a tragic accident, and who said he would survive? He had a plan, however...

Mr. Tribal had been payed an eighth of what the group stole, as did everyone else, and he had over two hundred and forty six million dollars in cash, which he packed into a small briefcase, using only thousand dollar bills, discarded all his Husk Corp. equipment, (fearful that it all might be bugged) and headed for the teleport bay. He couldn't use the telepads without his I.D. (which he had discarded with the rest of his equipment) but, he had always noticed a door to the back of the room.

WARNING. EXIT. DO NOT OPEN. IN CASE OF EMERGENCIES, STILL DO NOT OPEN. IN CASE OF NUCLEAR FALLOUT, YOU STILL CANNOT OPEN. IN CASE OF THE APOCALYPSE, GUESS WHAT? YOU STILL CAN'T FREAKING OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR.

Mr. Tribal wasn't going to let any damn door get between him and the rest of his life, which would be filled with big-screened TVs, five story mansions, and more girlfriends then he could count. He reached for the release valve.

"Going somewhere?" Said a cheerful voice. Mr. Tribal spun around. It was Mr. Kuro. "Didn't you read the sign on the door? It is quite clear." Mr. Tribal thought furiously. He decided that lying would be impossible. With Mr. Kuro's computerized sunglasses, he could probably tell if Mr. Tribal was lying by checking the readouts. "I'm leaving." Mr. Tribal said, speaking the truth. "It was fun, but it's too dangerous." "Okie Dokie then." Said Mr. Kuro. "Go ahead." That surprised Mr. Tribal, but he shrugged, and pull the release valve.

He looked out the door. He blinked. The landscape he was looking at was the Shadow Shard. He pushed the release valve back up, and the door closed.

Mr. Kuro nodded. "Well...We all knew this would happen eventually. I think it's time we had a talk with the boss." Mr. Kuro rushed across the room faster then the eye could follow, and delievered a KO blow to Mr. Tribal. Mr. Tribal couldn't feel pain, of course, but the blow went right to his head, and knocked him out.

When Mr. Tribal woke up, he was floating in the Nullifier beam. "Ah [censored]..." He thought. He squinted, and through the haze, he saw Mr. Kuro, Lord H'tead, and...

The leader of Husk Corp spoke. "I told you in the begining that my name was not important. Now it is, however. My name is Lord Diov." Mr. Tribal tried to speak, tried to say something, ANYTHING to get out of his current situation, but his mouth simply wouldn't obey his brain. "I think it is time I explained a few things to you. Let us start with me. Diov is not my real name, of course. I dare not tell it to anyone. I am a Demon. A Demon from an alternate reality where an entity known as the Void has consumed all of existance. In the last few seconds before all of reality was extinguished, I was rescued..." Diov drifted, he stared into the air above him. "By him...but he is not important to our tale. What he did do that matters, was that he rescued me, and he gave me this." Diov reached up to his right collar, and ripped off the diamond shapped, blood red brooch he always wore there. "THIS...Is an artifact...which contains a sliver of essence from the Void that consumed the alternate reality I came from. It gives me power over dimensions, really...or probabilities in those dimensions...It allows me to control the flow of space and time, it allows me to create something from nothing, work the most complicated magics, and create the most complicated technology. I can travel through time, go to any place in any time, be any person in any time...This brooch here...contains a fraction of the power of a cosmic entity. Through this gem, I created Husk Corp. Why not just use the gem to gain whatever I want without the need of Husk Corp, you might ask. The answer is, that using the gem too much draws the attention of the cosmic entity it was stolen from. So it is much better to have an automated process in which I can get what I need. Hence, I used the gem's power to create Husk Corp." Diov paused, letting all the information sink in. Tribal wanted to scream, to call Diov crazy, to do ANYTHING...but he couldn't an unknown force prevented him from doing anything. "You have been with us for over a year...Yet you still don't know what Husk Corp actually DOES. Here's the answer. Husk Corp is all about the creation of Husks. What is a husk, you ask?" He pointed at Mr. Kuro. "There's one right there." Mr. Nomed and Mr. White appeared out of nowhere. "There are two more!" Diov said. Then, Mr. Walker and Mr. Poe popped from nothingness. "And there are some more!" Diov said with a jovial tone. He leaned forward slightly. "They look just like ordinary people, no? Well that is because they ARE. The only differance between them and you, is that A: They have no free will. They MUST obey any command given to them by me or H'tead. 2: They were not 'born,' as you would put it." Diov paused again. Tribal still struggled, but the force holding him was too powerful. He couldn't even blink. "So how do Husks come into being?" Diov pretended to muse. "Here's how it works. Using advanced technomancy...Magical artifacts and spells combined with technological devices and programs...Husk Corp. drains the life essense out of the matter in the universe. It then twists, and warps this energy, and we use it to fuel...these." He gestured at the thugs standing about the room." The husks themselves are lifeless flash-clones of normal people just like you, Mr. Tribal. All of them went through the same process you are going through right now. Lured into our litle corperation here using pop-up ads on the internet of individuals who we knew would not be missed by anyone." There was a hint of smugness in his voice now. "We put them through the trial of the Stress Impact Platform, the torture of the Nullifier beam, the year long test of random robberies and raids in Paragon city...They all got the same idea. 'I must leave before I die.' They all try to escape, they all get caught, and they all have the same little chat with me that you are having now." Diov had sat down on a leather swivel chair that had appeared from nowhere. "Then do you know what we do?" Diov asked. "We killed them. Then we would use our technomancy to examine their corpses, gather all the data on them, and enter it into our network. Using this process, we have an unlimited amount of husks to use, all of the same people. Those people are...Mr. Walker. Mr. Poe. Mr. White. Mr. Kuro. Mr. Nomed. Previously...there also used to be a Mr. Blunt. However, we found out that his particular model of Husks could still feel pain, so we eliminated that line. We needed a replacement." Diov looked directly into Tribal's eyes. Tribal tried to scream as those reflective red monocles met his eyes, but found he couldn't. "And now...Is the end of the road...For YOU, Mr. Tribal." Lord H'tead's fists began to crackle with electrical energy. "Goodbye." Said Lord Diov. He nodded to Lord H'tead. A beam of energy rocketed from Lord H'tead's hands, incinerating Mr. Tribal on the spot.

The Back Alley Brawler found himself fighting a never-ending sea of thugs who all looked exactly the same. He punched one, then another, then another...

Far away, in an alternate reality, there was a screen. Words scrolled across the screen.

"Mr. Tribal No. 34897 has been defeated by Hero No. 361. Activating Production Line one..."

"Mr. Tribal No. 34898 has been defeated by Hero No. 361. Activating Production Line one..."

"Mr. Tribal No. 34899 has been defeated by Hero No. 361. Activating Production Line one..."

The Back Alley Brawler slipped. He was swarmed, beaten, and finally defeated by a never ending sea of thugs, all of whom looked exactly the same. His medical porter kicked in, and he was whisked away.

A few of the thugs removed their sun glasses to clean them. All of them looked exactly like Jason C. Tribal.

Fin.

Jason Tribal was having a bad day. He had just been laid off from the only job he could find, due to the fact he had dropped out of college. His girlfriend had broken up with him, his father had disowned him, and he couldn't figure out how to get his damn microwave door to stay shut. He was stressed and tired. So he decided to surf the web. He had just double clicked on the icon, trying to get into Yahoo, when suddenly, he was diverted to an irratating and annoying pop-up ad. He groaned, and moved to delete it, when he noticed that the pop-up ad didn't have a * symbol, meaning the offer on it was probably genuine. So he took the time to read it...

Does your life completely suck? Was the first question the ad presented.

"Why, yes, it does..." Tribal thought.

Do you wish you had amounted to something better? Was next.

"Don't we all?" Thought Tribal.

Were you just laid off, dumped by your girlfriend, disowned by your father, and is your name Jason Tribal?

He stared at that one. Suddenly he payed a bit more attention to the ad.

Well don't you worry, because our job is to look after you! Our goal is to LITERALLY whip you [censored] into shap, get you a job, a life, and then make you into someone IMPORTANT!

"Ok...This is either a personal joke, or I am about to be screwed over." Thought Tribal. He was right for the first time in several weeks.

Suddenly, his door literally exploded, and a Fedex package was tossed into the room. Then there was a small "pop!" and everything was normal again.

Later that evening, Tribal sat on his bed, staring at the Fedex package. It said, "To: Mr. Jason C. Tribal, From: Husk Corperation." He bit his lip, deciding whether to open it or not. Then, finally deciding that dying due to a letter bomb would be a relief, he opened the package. He blinked. Inside the package was a flat, black disk with a little round red gem in the center. Suddenly, the gem projected the words, "Dimensional Shift Initialized in 5..." into the air. It was a hologram machine. Tribal looked at the message.

...4...

Ho-

...3...

ly-

...2...

Sh-

...1...

it...

...Dimensional Shift Initialized, have a horrible day filled with pain and agony.

There was a small "pop!" and all was normal again. Except that Jason Tribal and the little disk were gone.

"Rise and shine Mr. Tribal." Said a cheerful voice. "Nice..." Thought Tribal. "Finally I meet someone who sounds nice..." He opened his eyes. He observed the giant spoon shapped platform he was laying on. He then felt the lurch in his gut as the platform lurched forward. He screamed as he flew through the air. His scream was cut off as he smashed into a wall over a hundred feet away. He groaned as he slid down the wall. He screamed again when he landed in a pit filled with barbed wire. "Tsk tsk..." said the mysterious man. He was tall, his head completely shaved, with pale skin. He wore sunglasses, a buisness suit, and a trenchcoat over that. He had a plain bandana covering his entire lower face. He wore a utility belt with twin .13 mm Uzis strapped into it. "They ALWAYS miss the sign.." He glanced over at the sign posted on a wall nearby.

WELCOME TO HUSK CORPERATION. YOU WILL NOW BE PROCESSED. YOU HAVE APROXIMATELY THREE SECONDS TO GET OFF OF THE STRESS IMPACT PLATFORM BEFORE YOU ARE LAUNCHED INTO A WORLD FILLED WITH AGONY. HAVE A HORRIBLE DAY.

"I never did see how they could possibly miss it..." The man shook his head. "Hey, Nomed, get him out of that pit and put him back on the platform..."

"Rise and Shine Mr. Tribal." Said a cheerful voice. "Where have I heard that voice before, and why do I feel like my skin has been flayed off?" Thought Tribal as he groggily opened his eyes. He had just enough time to notice a sign with a message on it before the stress impact platform launched him into a world filled with agony.

"Rise and Shine Mr. Tribal." Said a cheerful voice. "Oh god. Not again." Tribal thought. He pried his eyes open and looked at the sign. He read about a third of the message before he was launched into a world filled with agony...

Exactly ten hours later, Tribal finally rolled off the stress impact platform before it lurched forward for the 167th time. Or, more accurately, he slid off the table with his blood reducing the friction on the table enough for him to slide off. Once he had peiced together the message on the sign, he had been too weak to get off the platform.

The mysterious man frowned beneath his bandana mask. "Hmmm...Most people go through that two hundred times before that happens...should we clean the platform and do it until he reaches two hundred?" "Nah." Said a rough voice." I'm getting tired of going back and forth between the pit and here." The mystery man shrugged. "Fine then. Let's take him to the nullifier."

Jason Tribal was only slightly aware that he was being dragged somewhere. The majority of his being was in too much pain to care.

Tribal finally regained enough sense to realize he was floating in a beam of soft green light. "Ah, Mr. Tribal, you are awake!" Said the mysterious man. Tribal blinked. "My name is Mr. Kuro, and I will be your instructor! Welcome to Husk Corp!" Tribal blinked again. "Sorry about that whole WHIZ, SMASH, RIP! Deal back at the processing room, but its standard procedure you know. You actually got out of it early." The man shrugged. "Anyways, now we will be numbing your pain receptors so that we can employ you. Relax, and please remember, that there is no shame is screaming." The man conjured a little remote from out of his utility belt, and pressed a button. The soft green beam of light Tribal was floating in turned red. His world was pain. "I'll come back in a few days." Mr. Kuro said in a jovial tone. "Please remember that this is all temporary." The man winked, then with a small "pop!" he vanished into thin air.

Jason Tribal felt pain. Not pain that you would feel everyday. This pain was greater then the pain one would feel if you were shot. Worse then if you were hit by an anti-matter beam. Even more painful then the whole Impact Stress Platform that Tribal had been subjected to a while back. This was pure, uncensored PAIN. The worst part was that he wouldn't die. He stayed like that for three days.

With a sudden "pop!" Mr. Kuro appeared from nowhere. "And how is our camper today?" He asked in a happy sing-song tone. Tribal just stared at him. He was beyond screaming by now. His entire body shook and jerked. "Progressing well I see...well then, it is now time to switch modes!" He pulled the remote out of his utility belt, and hit a button. The beam of light Tribal was floating in changed from bright red to soft blue. His world was joy. "I think I'll leave you like that for a few hours..." Mr. Kuro said. "See you then." With a small "pop!" he vanished into thin air.

Jason Tribal's world was joy. He just felt good. It was better then hearing your favorite song, better then eating your favorite food, better then having sex, it was pure uncensored joy. It was wonderful.

With a small "pop!" Mr. Kuro appeared from nowhere. "Time's up camper." He said. He pulled out the remote, winked, then pressed a button. The beam that tribal was floating in changed from soft blue to bright red...

And so it went on and on. Every three days, Mr. Kuro would come and change the beam to blue. Then about five hours later, he would come and change it back to red. It was sheer torture. Jason Tribal floated in the beam of light for about a year.

With a small "pop!" Mr. Kuro appeared from nowhere. Guess what Mr. Tribal?" He said cheerfully. Tribal was currently floating in the light blue beam. He screamed, as he had done every time Mr. Kuro came by, and struggled to get free of the invisible force holding him in place. "We're letting you out now! The system says you can no longer feel pain!" Mr. Kuro took out the remote, and pressed a button. The beam of light dissapeared entirely. Tribal flopped gently onto the floor. He looked around. For once his vision was unimpared by the beam of light, which had restricted his line of sight to just a few feet beyond his prison. He was in a perfectly cubed room, made of a calming tan color. There were no doors, windows, opr features of any kind in the room. Since he had just exited the blue beam, he had most of his sense about him, so he decided to ask a few questions...

Mr. Kuro looked at the readouts in his sunglasses. The probability engine predicted that there was a 97.68% chance of Tribal saying...

Tribal finally spoke. "WHAT. THE. [censored]. WAS. THAT?"

"THAT." Mr. Kuro said. "Was your preperation for your training and acceptance into Husk Corp!" Tribal blinked.

Mr. Kuro looked at the readouts in his glasses again. The Probabilty engine said that there was a 99.99% chance of Tribal saying...

"[censored] [censored] [censored] YOU [censored] [censored] FREAK [censored] [censored] [censored] KILL [censored] [censored] DIE [censored] [censored] [censored] [censored] YOU [censored] [censored] GAAAAAAAAH!!!" Tribal then launched himself at Mr. Kuro.

Mr. Kuro just caught Tribal in his arms, and flipped a switch on his utility belt. With a small "pop!" Both of them were gone.

With a small "pop!" Mr. Kuro and Tribal both appeared out of thin air. They were in what appeared to be a large, grey room, with beds, storage lockers, some tables, a television screen which filled up one of the entire walls, a few comfy looking black leather couches and chairs, and several doors leading to the unknown. Tribal was foaming at the mouth, he imediatly turned to Mr. Kuro and tried to attack him again. Mr. Kuro raised his hand. "Woah there Mr. Tribal. Try that again and next time I will dump you into a furnace." Mr. Tribal paused. "Now sit down on one of these [censored] comfy couches, and watch some television. You may find it enlightening." Mr. Kuro winked. With a small "pop!" he was gone.

Jason Tribal was very confused and angry. However, he knew perfectly well his enemy appeared to be much more dangerous and powerful then him, so he decided to play along for now. He sat down in the chair, and discovered that it actually was [censored] comfy. He looked at the tv which covered one of the entire walls. It automaticly turned on, and almost instantly, two words appeared, in silver text, and flashed across the screen.

HUSK CORPERATION.

The words faded away. Very soon, nine figures appeared on the screen. Three figures stood to the left, two of them wore identical gray leather jackets, bandanas around their heads and faces, and wore sunglasses. The third of the group only wore a bandana around his head, and had yellow goggles covering his eyes. He was wearing a grey vest over a red shirt, he had heavy black leather gloves on his hands, but the most noteable feature were the sacks of TNT and Dynamite he was carrying. Another three figures stood to the right. Tribal recognized one of them as Mr. Kuro. The second one was almost completely identical to Mr. Kuro, except that he had hair which was gathered into a pony tail. Then there was a hulking, brutish figure, who wore a single bandana around his head, ha dsunglasses, and wore no shirt. He entire torso was covered by tatoos. He had black black gloves covered in spiked chains, and more chains wrapped around his body. He wore a utility belt with spiked points on it. In the center of the screen were two figures. Standing slightly to the right was a hulking man, wearing medival armor covered with strange red runes and symbols. He wore a hood over his face, and red energy crackled and sputtered about him. Then, finally, in the dead center of the screen, stood THE man. He was wearing a black duster hat, twin red tinted monocles, and had a reaper styled cloth peice concealing his entire face, and most of his upper body. He wore a great big buisness jacket with several pockets on it, and beneath was a leather suit with buckles, stiches, and straps. He had clawed hands, which were clad in medival armor, and eteched in bloodred runes. He wore a built, made of a shiney black metal, and in the front there was a single fanged human skull, which was black, and its eyes glowed red. He wore large cargo pants, and down the sides ran pointed and spikey mystical symbols. Descending from his back were two shredded and cut up scarf ends, lookinging like ragged devil wings. Barely noticable, was a diamond shapped, blood red brooch on his right collar. A dark red aura was visible around him, making it feel as though he barely contained enormous power.

He spoke first.

"Mr. Tribal." He said, adressing Tribal. "My name is not important to you yet, so I will not reveal it. However, I feel you should know the names of those you will be working with. That there..." He pointed to the hulking monstrosity by Mr. Kuro. "Is Mr. Nomed. His specialty is brute force, and he is quite literally and metaphorically a tank. Next is Mr. Kuro." He pointed to Mr. Kuro, who waved. "You have already met him. He is the leader of my small collection of...Eh...Specialists." Everyone on screen except for the man in armor and the man in the center laughed. After the laughter died down, the man in the center continued by saying, "The man next to him is Mr. White, Mr. Kuros cousin. He is our weapons expert." The man then pointed to the group to the left of the screen. Then he frowned. "Wait, what is that one doing?" He gestured at one of the thugs. "He's not supposed to be there..." He waved his hand, and one of the two identical thugs vanished. "Anyway. The one with all the explosives is Mr. Poe. He is our demolitions expert, and he is quite handy with improvised munitions. He and Mr. White design most of the weaponry we use." Mr. Poe waved and cackled with a voice that sounded like popping rice krispy treats. "That there next to him is Mr. Walker. He's a crackshot with pistols, and is an excelent computer hacker." Mr. Walker gave a mock salute. "Last, is my companion here." The man said gesturing to the man in armor. "You personally know him as Lord H'taed, although to us, he is just H'tead." Lord H'tead inclined his head slightly. Tribal knew all about Lord H'tead. He was number three on Freedom Corps most wanted list, just below Lord Recluse and the mysterious Public Enemy number one. Tribal began to have serious doubts about his health in the near future if he was going to be working with Lord H'tead. "That is all for today, I am afraid." Said the man in the middle of the screen. "Get some rest, tomorrow, these fine gentlemen will come by, bring you up to speed, equip you, then you'll go on your first journey.

Tribal, or Mr. Tribal as everyone in the group called him, decided that he had finally reached a high point in life. Once Mr. Kuro explained he had gone through the huge torture process so that he would no longer be able to feel pain, and that Husk Corperation was a "gang" of sorts, and they stole over a trillion U.S. dollars a year, Mr. Tribal decided to become an official member of Husk Corperation.

"We're going to pair you with Mr. Walker." Mr. Kuro said. "You'll learn how to fire a gun, and since we are currently lacking a diplomacy expert, we'll teach you that." Mr. Tribal was then given two .57 Desert Eagle Magnums, and given a quick course on how to use them by Mr. Walker. Even though the training session only lasted an hour, Mr. Tribal soon discovered that his aim was exceptional, and he was hitting bulls-eyes from over three hundred feet away. He was given standard Husk Corp. equipment, includeing a self teleporter, sunglasses which doubled as computers and analizers, and of course a brain transplant with a microchip, which allowed him to contact anyone at the group at any time, along with having several other handy features. Then, using a specialized computer program made just for the job, in under an hour, Mr. Tribal was a Grade A diplomat who could put U.N. speakers to shame. Finally, Lord H'tead decided Mr. Tribal was ready for his first outing with the group...

(Atlas Park, City Hall, 1:00 P.M.)

There was a soft "pop!" and suddenly, eight people appeared out of nowhere and started shooting, burning, destroying, and killing anything they saw. Mr. Walker and Tribal shot people over five hundred meters away, and disabled police drones from extreme range. Mr. Poe set fire to several bushes, and planted explosives at the base of the Atlas statue. Mr. White and Mr. Kuro hosed down all nearby heroes with a never ending spary of bullets, obscureing the view of everything that tried to look through the constant storm of bullets. Mr. Nomed ran and smashed down the doors to city hall, and violence was heard from within. Lord H'tead conjured electrical energies to do his will, and turned the entire area around the atlas statue into a static storm of malevolent energies, electrocuting anybody who got too near, while leaving the group of villains unharmed. Suddenly, there was a liud BOOM, and Lord H'tead was thrown against one of the city hall's pillars. Mrs. Liberty pulled back her leg from the roundhouse kick she had performed, and she charged the group of villains.

MUCH later, after long bouts of swearing, shooting wildly, punching, kicking, and biting, Mr. Nomed emerged from city hall with a giant briefcase. "TIME TO GO!" He shouted. He grabbed a broken chunk of pillar from the ground, and lobbed it at Mrs. Liberty. It stunned her for just long enough so that everyone in the group could teleport away with what they had stolen.

To be continued.

In the next issue, Mr. Tribal will have some serious thoughts about leaving Husk Corperation, but dsicovers that it may be impossible...