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Good news all, Flat and I are working on pictures for this weeks post! we hope to have it up by Friday.
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Well folks, its Friday. Flat is out of town for the weekend, so we don't have all the pics. He has charged me with the duty of posting this weeks story with the pics I have so far, we may add more or just leave it so I can make more for next time.
Flat & Teck, The Pumpkin King
Flatfoot and Teckstyle were standing at the ramp of the train station in Salamanca.
This is scenic Croatoa? I rode a train for three hours, with YOU, for this? Teck growls.
What? Flat shrugs. Its a sleepy little resort town by a lake. I dont see anything wrong with it.
Look at it! Theres nothing to do here! Its farmland!
The two watch a farmer wheel a barrow filled with gigantic pumpkins.
Those are some big gourds, Teck says absently. A female controller nearby hears the remark, storms over to Teck, slaps him across the helmet, and storms off.
What? Teck protests. I said gourds! He rubs the chin of his helmet. That didnt even hurt, he mutters an aside, then turns back to Flat. Geez man, people are so touchy.
I know, everybody always thinks its about Me Me Me nowadays.
You heard me. I said gourds. Its not like I said those are big melons.
A female scrapper who was passing by at just that moment, turns, huffs and slugs Teck in the gut. Teckstyle doubles over. Ok. Maybe I deserved that one.
Flat pays him little attention. Instead, hes still looking at the wheelbarrow. I gotta wonder, theres no way that someone can finish one of those up in one sitting. Maybe a team of tankers or something, but not normal people. Do you think they can them for storage?
Teck thinks for a moment. Those would be some mighty big cans. A female tanker flying into the station hears this and lays into Teck with a mean right hook. After regaining consciousness, Teck stands up, looks up to the sky and says Oh come on! Thats it. Im leaving.
Whoa, easy there. Give the place a chance. They have a winery.
Teck pauses. Really?
Not really.
I hate you Flat.
Oh come on, itll do you got to get out in the countryside.
"In case you havent noticed, I thrive on technology. If it doesnt have neon lights, I dont care.
Suit yourself. Me? Im going exploring.
With that, Flat speeds off into the city. Teck looks around. The only left in the station is the man with the wheelbarrow. Teck sighs. Well, lets see what weve got in here. There is a beep from inside the helmet. Pong it is, I guess.
Five minutes later, Flatfoots already explored most of the place. Man, this place sure is nice. Quiet little village, some farmhouses, forests, a lake. I mean, I dont really get those wolf guys with the antlers wandering around, but whatever. Maybe theyre jackalopes or something? Flat looks over to the lakeshore. A group of heroes are standing there anxiously. Some have binoculars.
Hey, whats going on over here? Flat asks a giant glowing man.
Were looking for the lake monster.
Lake monster? Cool. Whats it look like?
Er, no ones really seen Sally. Mostly were going on rumors from the locals.
Uh
great. Flat says, attention span wavering.
Youre welcome to join us. We could use another pair of eyes.
Flat looks down at his wrist, where his watch would be. Actually, Ive gotta get going. Busy busy, you know.
The glowing hero has by now stopped paying attention to Flat. Whats that moving over there?! he shouts.
Immediately, a combination of every power imaginable flies out to the lake. Arrows bounce off of sheets of ice, which are cracked and melting from everything else. When the dust settles, one tanker goes in to the water to examine the target.
No. No that wasnt Sally, he calls back to the shore. It was just a duck. False alarm everyone.
A collective groan issues from the shore.
Meanwhile, Flats already across the city, looking for ghosts to hunt. And by that, he is totally lost in the forests outside of Salamanca. He rounds a bend in the trail, and comes face to face with four serious looking heroes.
Flatfoot, you are needed, says the one in front, a tank by the name of Darc Lady.
Oh
uh, hi guys
Long time no see, Flat stammers.
You *do* remember your super group, right? asks Enershia, the blaster hovering over the other three.
Of course! Of course! Ive just been, um, looking all over for you guys.
Weve got a situation, Princess Mystic, the scrapper says. Wheres Teck?
Left him at the station. Flat shrugs. He didnt seem thrilled to be here.
Hes not there, the other tank, IronDan rumbles.
Well, maybe I can help? Flat offers.
We kind of need Teck for this.
Why?
Range. Says Enershia.
Oh. Flat says. Well, maybe if I dressed up like him it would help? Just as good, right? No onell know the difference.
Teckstyle played pong for about an hour before beating it three times and got bored. Sadly, he didnt find any other games in his suits system, and rather than resign himself to a lifetime spent hitting a circle between two lines, he ventured out into the wilderness. By now, Teckstyle had gotten himself deep in the forests to the south of Salamanca, and was also utterly lost.
The blaster flies round a bend and spies a group of creatures marching by. They have pumpkins for heads. Teck blinks and stifles a laugh. They had pumpkins for heads.
He flies over to the lead creature. A scowl is carved into its face. It is taller than the rest.
The creature seems to ignore Teckstyle. The blaster lands and gently taps the head of the lead creature. It tips over, slowly at first, the arms flailing wildly, then at about 80 degrees, the whole thing falls over.
Heh. This is fun, Teck says. By now, the creatures no longer ignore him, and rush forward to avenge their fallen leader. He starts pushing them over one by one as they come to him. Is this some kind of joke? He asks.
Soon, more and more of the pumpkin creatures swarm Teck, grabbing his arms so he cant push them over anymore. Still, they dont do anything to hurt him. Bored, he unleashes a nova to get them off of him.
Well, that was fun while it lasted, he says, surveying the carnage. Just then something big and round lands on his head, plunging him in darkness. His hands feel what it is, then rotate it so he can see out the eyes. Well thats just great, he mutters. Now Ive got a friggin pumpkin on my head.
He turns to see a bigger group of pumpkin creatures approaching him, they look bigger than the ones from before. On them, the faces actually look menacing.
