(Toward the countryside...)
A strong breeze blows through stalks of tall wheat and high grass. Blue hands tighten a flowing white headband, and a frustrated yet focused super man peers across the grassy battle ground.
“You've taught me much over this last week, Monoslab,” Blue Mantis says, putting a kung-fu fist into his palm. “You've taught me to center my ki, focus my energy, and how to travel through the cosmos using powerful meditation. Most of all, you've taught me patience and peace.”
Monoslab looks on, passively observing his student, and allows his pupil to bask in his own self-enlightenment.
“But now I know my hardest test is to come,” Blue Mantis continues, looking down at his fists. “Now I know I must snatch the pebble from your hand, like all students and teachers do, but you don't have any hands. Yes, this is a mere metaphor. What is a pebble but one speck of millions, found on one particular beach of millions, on one particular planet of millions, all floating through infinite space? What are hands but billions of individual organic cells cooperating together with many nerves of a single mind? None of this is what it seems, but the lesson... that's what is transcendent!”
Blue Mantis spins around on his heels and faces his teacher, face to wall. A look of complete seriousness comes over him.
“I understand now!” our intrepid hero shouts. “I get one shot – one blow – and if I chip a pebble from off of you, I will pass! Brace yourself, teacher, for this will be all my power!”
Blue Mantis rears back, burying his tightly-clenched fist under his shoulder. His eyes burrow deep within the center of Monoslab's rock-hard surface. He envisions cracks and chipping. He sees his pebble falling into his hand. The wheat bow back from a strong wind, and Blue Mantis throws caution into it.
“You suck!” a disgusting ratty voice shrieks off in the distance. Popping his rice-hatted head out of the grass is none other that foul-mouthed green-furred rat that has plagued Blue Mantis' heroic days since one. He lets out a cackle through his broken teeth, and it all but knocks the wind out of Mantis.
Mid-punch, he whips his head around. He is quickly overcome with feelings of hatred and revenge, but before he could hastily act of them, his poor fist connects with his teacher's unbreakable body. As each bone is pressed against, it snaps and breaks. Soon there isn't much but fleshy dust hanging of Blue Mantis's wrist. He lets out in horror and pain.
Who could blame him?
(Back in the city...)
SatelLight and Nyarlath are tearing up the cityscape. One is trying to spread terror and confusion across the city and the other is confused and/or bored with not using his destructive abilities. Thankfully all the commotion calls in the cavalry.
“That's enough, you foul beasts!” The Mighty Mjaeder shouts, running into battle with his trusted hammer in hand. “Feel my mighty might!”
Not far behind lumbers Citius. He too is finished with the chaos inflicted onto this innocent city and looks to stop the violence.
They might have been loud, lumbering, and shouting, but this takes the demon and the orbital weapon all by surprised. A giant cloud of dust and smoke ejects off the ground as the heroes leap into battle. They fight diligently, using every special technique and secret weapon to dispatch their foes. If it wasn't a surprise attack, things could have ended differently, but it doesn't take very long before SatelLight and Nyharlath pop from the fog of war and head for the hills. The demon vanishes out of sight and SatelLight rockets back up into outer space.
Pleased with their actions, the viking and city golem share a proud moment. They shake hands, however how weird and nearly impossible the size difference made it. They discover a bond of similar goals and enemy – Megapwn. They vow that evil machine will be stopped and they will restore peace to this planet once again.
Hero pose!
(An emergency report from every station...)
On the television screens of millions of homes, evil purple eyes glow fiercely. They, of course, are those of Megapwn, traveling tyrant from solar systems far, far away.
“It pleases me to know you've received my message,” Megapwn barks in to the microphone. His evil nearly penetrates the screen. It does however scare the children out of the room. “And I am not all that surprised to get this sort of response. I saw it coming actually." Megapwn lets out of awfully devious laugh, overloading his often-neglected humor circuits.
“Why else has it taken me nearly thousands of years to finally drop down to this pitiful planet?” he asks. “Why have I let you pathetic people live on for so long? You can be thankful for other galaxies out there, more planets, and more races of you germs, with more resources, more technology, and more deserving for death at my hand! This planet was at the bottom of my list. It barely means anything to me. It barely satisfies my hunger. Your answers fit the form of this bottom-feeding world. That is why I am well-prepared. That is why I've brought this!”
Megapwn showcases a strange-looking device that vaguely looks like chrome crown.
“On a different world, this was a key,” he continues. “Unfortunately for them, the treasure box it unlocks was somewhere far, far, away, burning up suns and destroying planets. Now, key and treasure box are together on this wretched planet! You see, I asked nicely before, but I knew you were all too stupid to do it without... reinforcement. Now I am not asking for your allegiance – I demand it! Now bow to your master!”
Megapwn takes the device and presses it into a circular hole in his chest. When it clicks in, it glows brightly, emitting a sudden flash of purple light. Suddenly, every living human being is struck by this strange beam, and after a short stint of convulsions and spasms, they come to with glowing purple eyes.
“Yes, Alternae, you listen to my voice now!” Megapwn shouts. His words now command his race of zombified slaves. “You hear the words of your master! Now, my armies and governments of brainless slaves... kill all those who stand in my way! Do it for I am the KING OF MONSTERS!”
