This is what happens when I get bored... (humor)
"Time is out of joint, oh cursed spite,
that I was ever born to set it right."
Great as usual.
Kan i haz moar?
Dr. Todt's theme.
i make stuff...
Good stuff, Flat. Keep'em comin'.
"Champion (the Community Server... or GTFO) is like a small town where everyone knows each other's names, for better or worse." -kojirodensetsu.
"If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail." - Maslow's Hammer
New material, new material...crap. The problem with that is my schedule doesn't have a whole lot of time to be working on new Flat & Teck stuff. Its hopefully not the end, but real life projects keep getting in the way.
Oh ho, a cliffhanger.
"Champion (the Community Server... or GTFO) is like a small town where everyone knows each other's names, for better or worse." -kojirodensetsu.
"If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail." - Maslow's Hammer
Yeah, guess it is kind of a cliffhanger that can lead into the next story, but I think it works as an ending if need be. Flat & Teck are still out there, fighting crime and making poor judgements. Not that I'm saying its the actual ending!
Well okay then, after a holiday sabbatical I'm back.
New & Improved,
#49 - Meddling Kids
The door to the Terra Volta reactors main entrance opens up slowly. Flatfoot and Teckstyle step outside, Im sorry; the Kheldian infused Improved Foot and Newstyle step outside, dragging a handcuffed Reverse Flatfoot with them.
So why didnt we slap a Zig teleporter on this one? New asks.
Ive had my suspicions about this joker for a while now, Improved says, shoving the Reverse Flat forward. He knows a lot about me, he claims Ive ruined his life, he dresses in mostly yellow, he showed up only after a certain someone disappeared.
Improved Foot grabs a hold of Reverse Flats mask and yanks it off.
The games over Kid Fla-- Who the hell are you? Improved asks.
Im Bernie. The man whos life you ruined!! Reverse Flat screams.
Bernie? New asks. Improved shrugs.
Dont you remember me? Bernie asks.
It never came up. Improved answers.
I had fallen on some rough times a couple years back. Owed a lot of people money. Had to take to the streets. Got in with the Skulls. Bernie shuddered. And thats when this city went crazy with its Kill Skuls thing. After you got through with me, I couldnt walk for six months!
Well there were a lot of Skulls Improved says, trying to remember.
Then when I finally managed to heal enough to break out of the Zig, you sent a werewolf after a couple of us in broad daylight. Once I got out of the hospital, the only gang willing to take me was the Family, and you know what? You gotta pay for your own suit when you join. Threads like that aint cheap. Bernie paused. Well, that gig ended when you dropped a priceless vase on my head in one of our warehouses. This was supposed to be sweet revenge against the whole crazy city, and wouldve been, if not for you two meddling-
An armored fist clangs down on Bernies head, rendering him unconscious.
What? Newstyle asks, throwing a Zig teleporter on the insensate villain.
Huh, Improved Foot says. Didnt expect that at all. Still, he adds. Not bad considering we just quadruple handedly stopped an army of villains, disarmed a massive bomb and saved the city.
Not bad at all, New answers.
Id say something like this calls for a parade. A big one. With confetti.
Sounds good.
And dancing girls, Improved adds.
That might be a little harder to finagle, New says.
Oh come on, weve got new alien powers. Chicks dig new alien powers.
I have a family.
The perfect wingman, then! Improved says.
The two walk by a large crowd of pedestrians.
Rest easily citizens, Improved waves. The city has been saved!
Nobody turns to look at them. The crowd is fixed on something further distant.
Um, citizens? New asks.
Theyre not cheering. Improved says just as thunderous applause erupts from the crowd. For us. Theyre not cheering for us. He points at the something the crowd is fixed on. Theyre cheering. For them.
Oh, New says. No way.
A large Rikti warship, half submerged in the water, lies crashed in the port. Three figures hover over the inoperable spaceship triumphantly.
Would you look at that! a woman says.
The Grammar Guardians took that ship down singlehandedly! A man tells someone over his cell phone. Yes Ive got pictures! Its amazing!
A hatch on the ship blows open and a figure crawls out.
Look the woman shouts, grabbing Improveds trench coat sleeve. Its-
Kid Flatfoot, Improved mutters. Tell me this is a bad dream, New.
Newstyle is waving his arms about in agitation. I dont believe this! One lousy ship! The Rikti have thousands! If it werent for us the Eastern Seaboard would be a glowing stain!
Man, I wish I was somewhere else right now, Improved says, closing his eyes. When he opens them, the sight of Kid Flatfoot shaking hands with the Grammar Guardians welcomes him. Huh? I cant teleport anymore! K!xt! Are you there buddy? Why arent you yelling at me to do things?
You might want to keep that info to yourself, New says. Lets see if I can- Nope. The glowy shields gone. Dang.
So I guess thats it. No more new alien powers, Flatfoot says, tearing off the adhesive soul patch on his chin and throwing it away.
The sound of a throat clearing behind them causes them to turn around.
Standing before them, arms folded, is Statesman, premier hero of Paragon City. May I have a word? Ive heard a lot about you two.
Finally! Recognition from Statesman, Teckstyle says. See Flat, it all works out somehow.
I have no idea how, Statesman says, but you two have done the unthinkable.
Aw thanks, but we were just doing our duty, Flat says modestly.
In fact, weve got analysts working round the clock trying to figure out the details. Statesman goes on.
Didnt know it was THAT amazing, Teck says.
Statesman looks at the two in disbelief. You dont know, do you? TIME IS BROKEN AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!
Uh, he did it, Flat says, pointing a finger discreetly at Teck.
Flat!