This is what happens when I get bored... (humor)
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Ahahahahaaa! Flat found a skiff, and a shiny, and a pet! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Hey Flat, you need a home? Bismarck can come, too. 
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Do you make it a practice to take in strays who put their mouth on anything they find? (flat...not bismarck)
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Do you make it a practice to take in strays who put their mouth on anything they find? (flat...not bismarck)
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That sounds so naughty!
Oh its not over yet. Not by a longshot. (actually crappy internet and essays got in the way)
Episode 9, Brickhouse
Frankie was doing seven years in Zigursky Penitentiary for armed robbery. The robbery in question was a Mighty Mart holdup that was interrupted by a vaguely disinterested electric blaster who had stopped in for a slurped. When the cops came and booked the gangers, they confiscated his sword, a 14th century antique given to him by Odysseus himself. Frankie was a Warrior, and no prison walls would hold him for long.
Frankie and a few others were fortunate enough to share a cell, and after months of stealthy digging, the small crew of thugs managed to break out of prison. An exultant Frankie looks out across the city, breathing in the fresh air for the first time in a long time.
A large furry shadow crosses over Frankie and his pals. Their eyes grow wide in terror.
Is it really, really necessary to send the Warwolf after those escaped convicts? Teckstyle asks, leaning over a guardrail overlooking the absolute trouncing of the thugs below. He and Flatfoot are standing on a bridge in sight of the looming penitentiary.
Bismarck needs his exercise. This way, at least we get some crime fighting done at the same time, Flatfoot says calmly.
Hey, Im all about the crime fighting, but dont you think this is a little
excessive?
Not my fault they escape and then stand around waiting for the cops to arrest them again.
A few growls and screams rise up to the heroes ears. Yeah, but they get returned with fewer parts than when they left.
Flat regards Teck with a blank stare. Ok, Mr. I Hit Everything With Energy Whose Health Effects Have Not Been Fully Tested.
Oh come on, Teck says. My energy attacks have pulled your fat out of the fire more times than you can count.
You still dont know what that stuff is, do you?
How come you didnt ride that radiation defender about his powers?
Radiations a respected source of super powers. Well known fact.
Ok, what about those two dark powered girls we teamed with last week? Teck demands. The screams from Frankie and his crew are growing fainter.
Everyone knows the risks of teaming up with dark powered heroes. Its like cigarettes, people know its bad for you, but still do it anyway.
Except cigarettes just ruin your health, not expose you to eternal damnation.
Bah. Details.
How is energy worse than those powers then?
Look, the risks are known for dark powers. The eldritch energies of the netherhells have a documented source and effect. All dark powers come from the same place. Energy? Heck, theres all sorts of energy out there. Cosmic, electric, ionic, heat, etc. The fact that you arent sure which it is speaks volumes of your reputation as a scientist.
Im not a scientist!
Denial never helped anyone through their problems, Teck.
Now this is just unfair.
Hey, what do I know, I just kick the stuffing out of people at super speed.
When theyre down.
When theyre down, Flat agrees. I havent leveled any buildings using my powers.
This week.
This week, Flat agrees again. I think the screamings stopped down there.
Yeah, looks like your dog ran off with the ringleader.
Flat shakes his head. Probably going to bury him for later. Well, hell be gone for a few hours.
The two heroes stand in silence, looking around for something to do. Teck sees a scuffle in the distance.
Flat, look over there, some Crey agents fighting the Council!
Really? Flat asks, looking in the direction the blaster is pointing. Weve gotta help them!
Right, weve gotta--wait, what?
Help them, Flat says.
Help who? Teck asks, confused.
The Crey guys.
Youve got to be kidding!
What?
Theyre bad guys! Teck shouts.
What? No way. Crey Industries is one of this citys most respected companies! Flat says defensively.
Look, thats
I mean
.Dont you
Dont you remember fighting through all those hidden labs and their hideous experiments? Teck demands, getting flustered.
Look, I realize that Crey may be having a little problem with greedy individuals within the company using the technology for their own nefarious purposes, but that does not reflect all the hard work being put in by all those proud and loyal employees.
A little problem? Flat, just because theres a lot of honest people working for the company doesnt mean its not corrupt at the top.
I find that just a little hard to believe.
Why?
Because, when I saved that one lab from opening up a rift in the fabric of reality and sucking the entire city into oblivion, I received a very nice letter of thanks signed by Countess Crey herself.
Flat, I got that same letter a week before you did. Its called a form letter.
Well, shes a busy woman, what with running her own multi-billion dollar company, and with her husband sick with a mysterious illness and all, she probably doesnt have the time to write a new letter for every hero that saves her company.
You are so in denial. Teck shakes his head.
Look, hows this for a deal. Lets take down the Council goons first, and if the Crey agents do fight us, then theyre obviously the bad kind, and you can arrest them to your hearts content. And if they dont fight us, dont you think you owe an apology to someone very close to you
yourself.
What is wrong with you??
Looks like someone needs a hug.
Flat, this isnt the time for that kind of childish-- You know what, never mind. Teckstyle yells and flies off into the fight.
One nova blast later, Crey and Council forces lie groaning around the block.
You know, Teck, its not healthy to work out all your frustrations through violence. Flat says patiently.
Youre a scrapper! All you do is violence! Teck screams.
True, but Im not the one with a throbbing vein in my forehead.
now here's the question..how do you see the vein through my HELMET!!!!
i like it...but u sorta got off topic i mean whyd u even put frankie in there
he needed to work bismark in somehow
Yeah, Frankie's a sacrificial lamb in the most literal sense. I mean, seriously, those guys break out of prison and just stand around waiting for a beatdown. That and I wanted to work the Warriors in there somewhere since, well, nobody takes them seriously anyway.
Oh, and Episode 10's (10? Holy crap!) coming up real quick, and its gonna feature the first real archvillain fight. And since this is a teaser, I can say no more.
(Though Teck knows a thing or two about teasing. 
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*edit* And now that I've figured out how to use imageshack, there will somehow, someway be pictures down the road.
Well, since last week I kind of disappeared for a while, here's the big 1-0 featuring a special guest archvillain
Flat & Teck Episode 10 - Crickey!
The sewers beneath Paragon City are fraught with danger. Gangs ranging from the lowly Hellions to the vicious Rikti all seek refuge there from the dogged pursuit of the heroes above. Occasionally, teams of heroes will go down to try and clear them out, but never with any permanent success.
Oh man, this place is nasty, Flatfoot groans as he wades through the sewage of a bustling metropolis.
Yeah, I know, Teckstyle says, hovering over the detritus.
I mean, the waters green. And not like natural, healthy produce green, but more like radioactive demon vomit green. A rat skeleton floats past the scrapper. He looks down without amusement.
Yeah, when I first came down here, I thought the light was coming from the service lights, then I realized most of them were broken. I think some kind of radioactive algae is the cause.
Well, thats just convenient, isnt it? Flat grumbles.
At least youre not crawling around in the dark. Teck shrugs.
Im thinking that might be better actually, then you dont get to confirm what just floated past your leg.
So, Teck says, changing the subject. Whats with the cape?
Oh that? Im just experimenting with it for the time being. It certainly looks dashing in a fight, especially on camera, but it adds a lot of drag when Im trying to get anywhere in a hurry. I was thinking of maybe getting a half-cape, but that just doesnt fit into the whole image Im trying to project.
I see.
The heroes round a corner. A pack of skulking Skulls bolt as soon as they see Flatfoot.
What was that about? Teck asks.
Well, after that whole Kill Skuls craze, they learned not to mess with someone who hunted them for sport, Flat says. A drowned Rikti monkey floats past flatfoot. If the EPA ever got down here, theyd probably condemn the whole city.
Teck shakes his head. EPA doesnt come down here anymore. Not since the last team got eaten by the alligators.
Flat looks around nervously. Alligators? No way, thats
thats just a myth
Right?
Im serious. This place is crawling with everything else imaginable. If any sewer system in the world has alligators, itd be this one.
But isnt Rhode Island a little bit
North for gators? Flat asks hopefully.
Theyre probably mutated beyond normal recognition and as big as subcompacts.
You sure?
Of course I am, I am a man of science.
A yellow glow emanates from below the water level. Teck looks at him expectantly.
What? The scrapper responds defensively. Its in case I need to, um, scout ahead. Yeah. Or something. At super speed.
Teckstyle shakes his head and flies down an incline. Flatfoot races after him and slides into a gathering of cadavers and reapers. Caught unprepared, Flat gets coated in zombie vomit before he can begin fighting back. Teck aims carefully and starts eliminating Reapers one by one while Flat disposes of the cadavers.
After the last zombie falls, Flat looks down at his costume. Some of the parts covered in thick vomit hiss and pop. Oh, great. Zombie pukes starting to eat through my suit.
Thats not all, Teck says, pointing to the tatters of Flats cape.
Oh for the love of-. Well, I guess that settles the question of whether or not I keep it. Flat begins to scratch his arms, where the vomit was particularly thick. Crap, its through my suit now. Whats in that stuff?
A beep from Tecks helmet causes him to tilt his head to one side silently for a moment. Hydrochloric acid, silver nitrate, and cheese curls.
Cheese curls?
Those are the chunky orange bits.
Howd you know that?
Ive got a little readout in my HUD that told me so.
I didnt know you had a chemical analyzer in there.
I didnt either. It just beeped and started feeding me information. Now I cant figure out how to stop it. By the way, the closer we get to Dr. Vazhiloks chamber, the more noxious the air gets. My filtration system protects me, but unless you can dodge air molecules, youd probably best get one of your own.
Nah, I dont feel any different.
The airs mostly composed of carbon monoxide, nitrogen and methane. The temperature is 95 degrees Fahrenheit, with a humidity of 80 percent. The current time is 3:45 on a Wednesday. Tomorrows forecast calls for sun with temperatures in the 80s, cooler by the waterfront.
Flatfoot stares blankly at Teckstyle. Where are you getting all this stuff, the farmers almanac?
Im just reading what it says. You sure you dont need an air filter?
Im good. Im hardcore, Flat says, itching furiously at the holes in his suit. No, wait, I dont feel so good anymore, he says and tips face first into the sludge.
Teck pauses for a moment, wondering if he should pull the scrapper out, then lands in the sewer water and yanks Flat out of the drink.
Well, Teck says, Looks like the sewage cleaned off the zombie vomit. You ok, Flat?
Flatfoot nods silently, coughing up green water with chunky bits.
The duo continues onward, eventually coming to a very big door. Teck opens it as stealthily as he can, revealing a room filled with zombies dominated by the hulking form of Dr. Vazhilok.
Flats eyes go wide as he sees the mad doctor. Whoa, thats the biggest gator Ive ever seen in me life!
Thats not a gator, thats Doctor-
Boy, isnt she a beauty. Probably in excess of 900 pounds, that one is. Crickey, look at those muscles! They could rip a man in half. Of course, wrangling one of these beautiful creatures can be tricky, and the utmost care should be taken not to hurt the Sheila.
Uh
Teck manages to say.
Now, shes surrounded by her young, so shes going to be very protective of them, she will. Fight like a Tasmanian Devil, she will. Now, Im gonna sneak up behind her while by assistant will get in place with the net. Ill distract the Sheila by sticking my thumb up her cloaca.
Flat? Teck asks, but the scrapper is already in the room, speeding around behind the Doctor without being seen. Teck covers his eyes.
Doctor Vazhilok lets out a very, very angry scream. Teck opens his eyes to see the Doctor running around trying to pull the scrapper off his back.
Strewth! Flatfoot screams. Shes feistier than I thought!
Several minutes later, the arrest is complete, and Flat & Teck exit the sewers.
That
was probably the most disturbing arrest Ive ever seen. Teck says, keeping his distance from Flatfoot.
Aye, she was a feisty little one. A shame we had to use up all the horse tranquilizers on her, but she just wouldnt go down. Flat rubs his temples. Crickey, I dont feel so good.
Flat turns around and vomits against the wall of the sewer entrance.
Oh, great, youve splashed some onto by boots! Teck complains.
Flat turns back, slightly pale. What happened? Why did we leave the sewers? Whats that smell?
You
you dont remember?
From the tone of your voice, I dont think I want to.
Oh no, if I had to see it, then youll have to hear about it. I want you to feel the guilt of what you just did in there.
Before Teck can continue, a loud rumbling heralds a stampede of Devoured Earth granites. The rock creatures round a corner and run down the two where they stand.
After theyve gone, Teck stands up painfully. He looks at the Nemesis Staff hes been carrying around. Its broken in half. A spring flies off into the bushes. Well, it was fun while it lasted, he says tossing aside the broken staff. You ok Flat?
I fell on my keys.
...and bump
you know, that story just proves what i have said all along...paragon city needs a dry cleaners that delivers. They'd make a fortune in alterations alone, especialy with the fattening holiday season comming up. Sure spandex gives, but do you really want i to?
I thought all ICON costumes were sewage-proof...?
Thanks for keeping it up, Flatfoot. It's great to come back from a week-long vacation and have not one but two chapters up for my reading enjoyment. The whole Frankie bit was extra entertaining my husband's name is Frankie. LOL!
Excellent, keep up the good work. This thread is one of the bright spots in the Champion Forums.
The thread may be bright...but i think i can safely say that the "main charicters" aren't 
Gold. Pure Gold. Pure un-adulterated-comedic-lovable-<enter more rambling here>gold. MORE!!
Oversurge-Level 50 Blaster
Sentry-Man-Level 50 Tanker
You know Flat, the next one you do should be the Croatoa TF the SG is doing tonight.
You guys are great.
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You know Flat, the next one you do should be the Croatoa TF the SG is doing tonight.
You guys are great.
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Oh yes, somehow, someway, that's going into the Halloween Special.
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The thread may be bright...but i think i can safely say that the "main charicters" aren't
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Hmm. Teck's shiny. Shiny things are bright. I think that's what he's referring to.
What a load of manure, Heroes aren't peons.
For shame.
If u guys think these 2 r funny, u should try teaming up with them. Oh and Flat, hilarious. 
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If u guys think these 2 r funny, u should try teaming up with them. Oh and Flat, hilarious.
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She loves us....*sigh*
Yeah Teck whatever u say.
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If u guys think these 2 r funny, u should try teaming up with them. Oh and Flat, hilarious.
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I've been stalking them, but whenever I try to follow into their missions, I can't seem to enter.
Haha...great story...
Characters on Champion Server
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Crimson Beret - 50th Ill/Rad/Primal Controller
Wun Long Hop - 25th DM/Regen Scrapper
PsiBlast Psiren - 21st Kinetics/Psychic Defender
Mad Jack Kidd - 25th Katana/Regen Scrapper
Brother Neutron - 9th Dark/Radiation Defender
Acoustic Amazon - 12th Kinetics/Sonic Defender
Aikido Alien - 16th Peacebringer
On Triumph Server
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Nordic Blonde - 29th Broadsword/Regen Scrapper
Clone Ranger - 22nd Assault Rifle/Devices Blaster
Not currently a member of any SG
"Prediction is extremely difficult. Especially about the future." - Niels Bohr
Good news all, Flat and I are working on pictures for this weeks post! we hope to have it up by friday....my avitar is a hint
Ahahahahaaa! Flat found a skiff, and a shiny, and a pet! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Hey Flat, you need a home? Bismarck can come, too.