A loud sounding of "SPAZOOMF!" rang out as a blast of energy impacted with the grass just in front of Atlas Plaza. A muscled, spandex-clad form materialized as the bright sphere of energy dispersed. Suprisingly, the grass remained unharmed.
The blue and white-clothed man stepped forward and proclaimed "Not so fast, Doctor! It is my mission to stop-" only to find that his opponent had evidently vanished. Cold Glory looked around, trying to locate his former mentor and current archnemesis.
"By Santa's white beard! Where am I?" the frosty fighter questioned, staring in awe of the massive statue of Atlas.
"Why, you're in Paragon City, of course!" answered a friendly businessman as he passed by the chilly champion.
"Paragon City, eh..." considered Cold Glory, stroking his chin. "This is surely either a trap set by Doctor Nefarious or something far more bizarre. Either way, I should investigate this strange new world!"
Scanning the various goings on in Atlas Park, Cold Glory spotted an officer of the Paragon Police. "Excuse me, fellow guardian of justice! Do you know where I might locate the most dangerous man in America? The nefarious rogue who plots to overthrow this very city of New- I mean, Paragon City? It is very important that I track him down post haste!"
"Er...I'm not exactly sure...but you might want to check out that crazy Pocket D place... I know there's plenty of wackos that hang out there." replied the suitably confused officer.
"Aha! I shall require instructions on how to get to this Pocket D, then, citizen!"
"Uh, right. You just head on over to Kings Row, hop off the tram, turn right, go for a couple hundred yards and you'll see this truck. Open 'er up and hop in. Don't ask me how that works."
Cold Glory quirked his eyebrow and then followed it with "Very well then, onward to Pocket D! For truth, justice, and America!"
"Hey! What was your name again?" called out the policeman.
"Why, I am Cold Glory! The sub-zero hero! Protector of all that America stands for!" yelled back Cold Glory, as he flew off to the tram station.
In the Rogue Isles, Mercy Island...
A loud sounding of "SPAZOOMF!" rang out as a blast of energy impacted with a cracked sidewalk located in a dark alleyway of Mercy Island. A short, labcoat-clad form materialized as the bright sphere of energy dispersed. Suprisingly, the sidewalk remained the same.
The suspicious man stepped forward and glanced about, taking in his new surroundings. In a grating voice that oozed pure evil he spoke to himself "It seems I've ridden myself of that frigid fool. Excellent... Now to figure out where I am..."
Doctor Nefarious wrung his metal-encased hands, observing the rabble that passed by. Behind him, a thug wearing a skull mask shoved over a garbage can.
"Hey, who the hell do you think you are entering Skull turf?!" spat the enraged youth.
The radioactive rogue spun around, instantly grabbing the impetuous intrusion by his collar and slamming him into the nearby brick wall. "I, my good child, am the greatest scientific mind of our generation! You may call me Doctor Nefarious!"
The suitably stunned gang member squirmed and nodded vigorously.
"Now, you will answer my questions truthfully. If you do not, I will microwave your brain into mush!"
Once again the Skull nodded almost violently. "Whatever you say man, I mean, D-doc!"
Doctor Nefarious smiled evily. "Excellent. One: where am I now? Two: who is in power here? Three: where is the nearest point of dimensional instability? Answer quickly...a mind is a terrible thing to waste..." He punctuated his threat by brandishing the glove of his free hand.
The flailing punk stammered out "Uh-uh... Mercy Island, man. Rogue Isles! And...Arachnos controls everything...yeah... Only uh...nearest place like that's gotta be Pocket D or somethin' just don't fry my brains, Doc, please!"
Nefarious's eyes narrowed. "Well done, simpleton! I have but one final task for you. Tell me where to find this so-called Pocket D. Now."
"Take the ferry! The one on the south end! You go to Port Oakes and it's like, right there! Can't miss it!" sputtered the doctor's captive.
"Very well. Your answers appear to be reasonable enough. Goodbye then, failure of the public school system!"
The Skull closed his eyes, expecting the worst, but instead the supervillain simply tossed him into the closest Dumpster. After a moment of concentration, Doctor Nefarious dashed off towards the ferry with great speed.
"Nothing shall stand in Doctor Nefarious's way now! Mwahahahahaha!" he shouted to the skies.
Oh no! It seems our polar protagonist is headed straight for an untimely showdown with his greatest foe! What happens when these two other-worldly opponents cross paths in Pocket D? Find out next time!
ISSUE #2
New Beginnings OR Orientation
In Paragon City, Atlas Park...
A loud sounding of "SPAZOOMF!" rang out as a blast of energy impacted with the grass just in front of Atlas Plaza. A muscled, spandex-clad form materialized as the bright sphere of energy dispersed. Suprisingly, the grass remained unharmed.
The blue and white-clothed man stepped forward and proclaimed "Not so fast, Doctor! It is my mission to stop-" only to find that his opponent had evidently vanished. Cold Glory looked around, trying to locate his former mentor and current archnemesis.
"By Santa's white beard! Where am I?" the frosty fighter questioned, staring in awe of the massive statue of Atlas.
"Why, you're in Paragon City, of course!" answered a friendly businessman as he passed by the chilly champion.
"Paragon City, eh..." considered Cold Glory, stroking his chin. "This is surely either a trap set by Doctor Nefarious or something far more bizarre. Either way, I should investigate this strange new world!"
Scanning the various goings on in Atlas Park, Cold Glory spotted an officer of the Paragon Police. "Excuse me, fellow guardian of justice! Do you know where I might locate the most dangerous man in America? The nefarious rogue who plots to overthrow this very city of New- I mean, Paragon City? It is very important that I track him down post haste!"
"Er...I'm not exactly sure...but you might want to check out that crazy Pocket D place... I know there's plenty of wackos that hang out there." replied the suitably confused officer.
"Aha! I shall require instructions on how to get to this Pocket D, then, citizen!"
"Uh, right. You just head on over to Kings Row, hop off the tram, turn right, go for a couple hundred yards and you'll see this truck. Open 'er up and hop in. Don't ask me how that works."
Cold Glory quirked his eyebrow and then followed it with "Very well then, onward to Pocket D! For truth, justice, and America!"
"Hey! What was your name again?" called out the policeman.
"Why, I am Cold Glory! The sub-zero hero! Protector of all that America stands for!" yelled back Cold Glory, as he flew off to the tram station.
In the Rogue Isles, Mercy Island...
A loud sounding of "SPAZOOMF!" rang out as a blast of energy impacted with a cracked sidewalk located in a dark alleyway of Mercy Island. A short, labcoat-clad form materialized as the bright sphere of energy dispersed. Suprisingly, the sidewalk remained the same.
The suspicious man stepped forward and glanced about, taking in his new surroundings. In a grating voice that oozed pure evil he spoke to himself "It seems I've ridden myself of that frigid fool. Excellent... Now to figure out where I am..."
Doctor Nefarious wrung his metal-encased hands, observing the rabble that passed by. Behind him, a thug wearing a skull mask shoved over a garbage can.
"Hey, who the hell do you think you are entering Skull turf?!" spat the enraged youth.
The radioactive rogue spun around, instantly grabbing the impetuous intrusion by his collar and slamming him into the nearby brick wall. "I, my good child, am the greatest scientific mind of our generation! You may call me Doctor Nefarious!"
The suitably stunned gang member squirmed and nodded vigorously.
"Now, you will answer my questions truthfully. If you do not, I will microwave your brain into mush!"
Once again the Skull nodded almost violently. "Whatever you say man, I mean, D-doc!"
Doctor Nefarious smiled evily. "Excellent. One: where am I now? Two: who is in power here? Three: where is the nearest point of dimensional instability? Answer quickly...a mind is a terrible thing to waste..." He punctuated his threat by brandishing the glove of his free hand.
The flailing punk stammered out "Uh-uh... Mercy Island, man. Rogue Isles! And...Arachnos controls everything...yeah... Only uh...nearest place like that's gotta be Pocket D or somethin' just don't fry my brains, Doc, please!"
Nefarious's eyes narrowed. "Well done, simpleton! I have but one final task for you. Tell me where to find this so-called Pocket D. Now."
"Take the ferry! The one on the south end! You go to Port Oakes and it's like, right there! Can't miss it!" sputtered the doctor's captive.
"Very well. Your answers appear to be reasonable enough. Goodbye then, failure of the public school system!"
The Skull closed his eyes, expecting the worst, but instead the supervillain simply tossed him into the closest Dumpster. After a moment of concentration, Doctor Nefarious dashed off towards the ferry with great speed.
"Nothing shall stand in Doctor Nefarious's way now! Mwahahahahaha!" he shouted to the skies.
Oh no! It seems our polar protagonist is headed straight for an untimely showdown with his greatest foe! What happens when these two other-worldly opponents cross paths in Pocket D? Find out next time!
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