A humble looking man in a ragged and torn trenchcoat, floats into the limelight. His brilliant white hair floats in the blaring spot lamp whose light travels through him, exposing his unearthly nature as a ghost. He approaches the Microphone and clears his throat.
"This one is called 'My Way'." the opening chords of Frank Sinatra's my way begin to play.
GhostSpy opens his mouth and begins to sing, "And now, the end is here" he starts
"And so I face my final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear." at this point he literally clears his throat as the first time didn't help. "I'll state my case, of which I'm certaaaaain.
I've made a life that's full of holes,
I traveled each and every Skyway.
BUT MORE, much MORE than this,
I did it mmmmyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaaay"
The music picks up and GhostSpy floats off to one side. A man in a Red and Black spandex suit, adorned with chains and a white skull emblem, bald as the day he was born, pushes through the curtains and stalks toward the microphone, eyeing the crowd with a vicious stare all the while. He grabs the Microphone like a rockstar and begins bellowing the words like an operatic movement rally.
"Now, regrets. I've certainly had a few." he states, with a short tone. "But then again..." he smiles. "Too few to really mention." Because I did what I had to do. I saw it through without redemption.
I planned each and every fray. Each careful plot... aloooong the hiiiiiiigh-way..." The music cuts and then picks up again. "But now, my time is up," he says despondently "...but I did it my way."
The Hatesman looks broken and choked up. Then snatches the Microphone stand away from the device itself, throwing the pole into the crowd. Where it lands in the audience, a man in a black suit stands and catches it effortlessly. He then spins it like a baton over his head and begins to sing with a flawless mimicry of Frank Sinatra.
"Yes, of coooouuurse... Theeeeeere were tiiiiiimes... I bit off moooore, than I could chew! But, through it aaaall, when there was doooubt..."
He then places a foot on the chair in front of him and launches through the air toward the stage like the stone in a catapult. In a flash of light, the microphone stand is transformed into a Katana, and he is covered head to toe in a Black, Gold and Crimson high-tech armour suit.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, Psyborg Zero!' announces GhostSpy, as he and Hatesman show a hand for the forgotten character who started it all.
"I drank it uuuup and spat it OUT!" the others join him. "I faced it ALL! Stood before the fall! I fought my fight, of which I'm ceeeeeertaaaaaaain.
But moooooore, oh so much moooooore! *Boom* I did it mmmmyyyyyy waaaaaaay."
The stage opens and an 8ft tall Lost Anchorite wearing a sharp fitting Tuxedo turns and pushes to the front. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Markos the Found!'
"I've loved. I've laughed and criiiied." sings Markos with a beautiful operatic tone, similar to that of the great Pavarotti. "I've had my fiiiiill, my shaaaaare of looooo-sing. And noooow, as teeeearrrrs subsiiiiiiide. I find it aaaall just SO amuuuuusiiiing!
To THINK!
I did all THAT!
And may I say, not in a shyyyyyy waaaaaaaaay.
'Oh, no! Oh, no, not me.
I did it mmmmyyyyy waaaaaaaaay."
Finally Vincent Zampelli the Tattoo'd Hitman, the badly burnt cosmonaut, Captain Solaric and Psyborg Omega brother of Zero, stroll in either side of the group and create an arm over shoulder huddle out of the assembled Heroes and Villains as they all crowd around the Microphone that Hatesman refuses to relinquish control of in the centre.
"For what is a maaaaaaan, what has he goooooot?" They pause. "If not himself, then he has [u]naaaaaught[u]." They pause again as the music builds ever more powerful. "To say the things he truly feels and not the words! Of one who kneeeeee-als!
The records shoooooow; I took the bloooows!" The music dies down.
They begin gently as if candidly, "But now, before I decay... I'll let you know that." All the men breathe in heavily and then open their lungs with all they've got, the music crashes in to join them as each one throws out their arms in celebration.
"I DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID IIIIIIIIIT MMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY."
"Thank you, everyone! You've been terrific, but it's time for us to leave for now!" announces Markos the Found as the assembled characters around him shake hands and exchange big over the shoulder hugs on a job well done.
Before anyone can leave, a shadowy figure melts from the darkness.
"Yes, it was my way." he whipsers the final words to the song. The Black Golem then throws a glance towards the source of spotlight on him, with a look of malicious intent. Exploding into a cloud of black sand the mass zips off into the rafters, taking the Microphone stand with it. With a crack, a scream and the sound of smashing glass, the spotlight goes out, and a stage hand falls from the gantry into the crowd below.
END
[u]Special Thanks in Alphabetical Order[u]
<ul type="square"> [*] Billy Horrorshow[*] Cactus Brawler[*] Commander Beet[*] Crimson Archer[*] Crius[*] Dante[*] Dark Golem[*] Elizabeth Bathory[*] Elky[*] Erthule[*] The Flea[*] Flysh[*] Gauisus Somnium[*] Force Commander[*] Loup Garou[*] The Militia[*] Neutrality[*] Pious[*] Portent[*] Riled[*] Redsight[*] Shaman Hedetet[*] Tygerboy[/list]And All Those Forgotten In Haste!
A humble looking man in a ragged and torn trenchcoat, floats into the limelight. His brilliant white hair floats in the blaring spot lamp whose light travels through him, exposing his unearthly nature as a ghost. He approaches the Microphone and clears his throat.
"This one is called 'My Way'." the opening chords of Frank Sinatra's my way begin to play.
GhostSpy opens his mouth and begins to sing, "And now, the end is here" he starts
"And so I face my final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear." at this point he literally clears his throat as the first time didn't help.
"I'll state my case, of which I'm certaaaaain.
I've made a life that's full of holes,
I traveled each and every Skyway.
BUT MORE, much MORE than this,
I did it mmmmyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaaay"
The music picks up and GhostSpy floats off to one side. A man in a Red and Black spandex suit, adorned with chains and a white skull emblem, bald as the day he was born, pushes through the curtains and stalks toward the microphone, eyeing the crowd with a vicious stare all the while. He grabs the Microphone like a rockstar and begins bellowing the words like an operatic movement rally.
"Now, regrets. I've certainly had a few." he states, with a short tone.
"But then again..." he smiles. "Too few to really mention."
Because I did what I had to do. I saw it through without redemption.
I planned each and every fray. Each careful plot... aloooong the hiiiiiiigh-way..." The music cuts and then picks up again.
"But now, my time is up," he says despondently "...but I did it my way."
The Hatesman looks broken and choked up. Then snatches the Microphone stand away from the device itself, throwing the pole into the crowd. Where it lands in the audience, a man in a black suit stands and catches it effortlessly. He then spins it like a baton over his head and begins to sing with a flawless mimicry of Frank Sinatra.
"Yes, of coooouuurse... Theeeeeere were tiiiiiimes... I bit off moooore, than I could chew! But, through it aaaall, when there was doooubt..."
He then places a foot on the chair in front of him and launches through the air toward the stage like the stone in a catapult. In a flash of light, the microphone stand is transformed into a Katana, and he is covered head to toe in a Black, Gold and Crimson high-tech armour suit.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, Psyborg Zero!' announces GhostSpy, as he and Hatesman show a hand for the forgotten character who started it all.
"I drank it uuuup and spat it OUT!" the others join him. "I faced it ALL! Stood before the fall! I fought my fight, of which I'm ceeeeeertaaaaaaain.
But moooooore, oh so much moooooore! *Boom* I did it mmmmyyyyyy waaaaaaay."
The stage opens and an 8ft tall Lost Anchorite wearing a sharp fitting Tuxedo turns and pushes to the front. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Markos the Found!'
"I've loved. I've laughed and criiiied." sings Markos with a beautiful operatic tone, similar to that of the great Pavarotti.
"I've had my fiiiiill, my shaaaaare of looooo-sing. And noooow, as teeeearrrrs subsiiiiiiide. I find it aaaall just SO amuuuuusiiiing!
To THINK!
I did all THAT!
And may I say, not in a shyyyyyy waaaaaaaaay.
'Oh, no! Oh, no, not me.
I did it mmmmyyyyy waaaaaaaaay."
Finally Vincent Zampelli the Tattoo'd Hitman, the badly burnt cosmonaut, Captain Solaric and Psyborg Omega brother of Zero, stroll in either side of the group and create an arm over shoulder huddle out of the assembled Heroes and Villains as they all crowd around the Microphone that Hatesman refuses to relinquish control of in the centre.
"For what is a maaaaaaan, what has he goooooot?" They pause.
"If not himself, then he has [u]naaaaaught[u]." They pause again as the music builds ever more powerful.
"To say the things he truly feels and not the words! Of one who kneeeeee-als!
The records shoooooow; I took the bloooows!" The music dies down.
They begin gently as if candidly, "But now, before I decay... I'll let you know that." All the men breathe in heavily and then open their lungs with all they've got, the music crashes in to join them as each one throws out their arms in celebration.
"I DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID IIIIIIIIIT MMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY."
"Thank you, everyone! You've been terrific, but it's time for us to leave for now!" announces Markos the Found as the assembled characters around him shake hands and exchange big over the shoulder hugs on a job well done.
The Instrumental, kicks in and slowly, GhostSpy, Hatesman, Markos the Found, Psyborg Zero, Vincent Zampelli, Captain Solaric and Psyborg Omega take a bow together. As the lights fade Psyborg Zero, remoulds his Katana into the Microphone stand, and Hatesman replaces the device to its position, the music stops, and the curtain falls before them.
Before anyone can leave, a shadowy figure melts from the darkness.
"Yes, it was my way." he whipsers the final words to the song. The Black Golem then throws a glance towards the source of spotlight on him, with a look of malicious intent. Exploding into a cloud of black sand the mass zips off into the rafters, taking the Microphone stand with it. With a crack, a scream and the sound of smashing glass, the spotlight goes out, and a stage hand falls from the gantry into the crowd below.
END
[u]Special Thanks in Alphabetical Order[u]
<ul type="square"> [*] Billy Horrorshow[*] Cactus Brawler[*] Commander Beet[*] Crimson Archer[*] Crius[*] Dante[*] Dark Golem[*] Elizabeth Bathory[*] Elky[*] Erthule[*] The Flea[*] Flysh[*] Gauisus Somnium[*] Force Commander[*] Loup Garou[*] The Militia[*] Neutrality[*] Pious[*] Portent[*] Riled[*] Redsight[*] Shaman Hedetet[*] Tygerboy[/list]And All Those Forgotten In Haste!
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.