LNH Comics Presents #510.5: "One Day Later" Written by and copyright 2012 Adrian J. McClure Ultimate Mercenary created by Tom Russell Part of High Concept Challenge #32 Ultimate Mercenary slipped the bedsheet with two eyeholes cut in it over his head. He still wasn't sure of the whole point of Halloween, and he felt like dressing up was redundant. What could be scarier than a ninja? But Manga Girl talked him into it somehow. He'd been completely exhausted after the fight with those Revampires on All Hallow's Eve Eve, and she'd told him he needed to do something for fun. He'd heard legends of the whole concept of "trick-or-treating" but he'd never had a chance to experience it himself. Now, after a long sleep, he was ready. He walked into the cafeteria, wondering what costumes the rest of the team would be wearing. "Jinkies!" said Coward Lad. "It's a g-g-g-ghost!" "Ghost? Where?" said Doctor Stomper, who quickly retrieved his electric pentacle. The rest of the LNH burst into the cafeteria, weapons at the ready. "Um... I'm not a ghost," said Ultimate Mercenary. He doffed his sheet. "I'm just dressed up for Halloween." "Halloween?" said Doctor Stomper. "It's November 1st." "...Oh." He dropped the sheet on the floor, then marched off as if nothing had happened. **** Yeah, I know that's not much of a story. I've got a lot on my plate right now. Maybe Andrew will finish the RACCies before I get one of my current stories done. Or Hell will freeze over, whichever comes first.
All but one of the screens showed members of the LNH doing battle with the animated corpse of a former U.S. President. On the last screen, former Presidential advisor Karl Rove explained to an interviewer that the zombie attacks were entirely the fault of the Democratic Party.
"You weren't entirely honest with the President," said Secret Service Agent Samantha Baron, as she, Occultism Kid and Anal-Retentive Archive Kid entered the Library of Congress' Jefferson Building. "Good," Occultism Kid said. "I do my best never to be entirely honest with anyone, and I'd hate to think I was being inconsistent."
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The children - boys and girls of various ages, whose presence in the Situation Room had so far kept the Secret Service from firing on Nixon - had been summoned there by one of Nixon's thralls, the Zombie John F. Kennedy, who lurked at the corner of the chamber with fellow zombies George Washington, Franklin D. Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson.
The children - boys and girls of various ages, whose presence in the Situation Room had so far kept the Secret Service from firing on Nixon - had been summoned there by one of Nixon's thralls, the Zombie John F. Kennedy, who lurked at the corner of the chamber with fellow zombies George Washington, Franklin D. Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson.
He was wearing a labcoat and purple tie and he was ripping them all off. Oh hell, Master Blaster hadn't hired another male stripper, had he? Fortunately the guy stopped there. Under the labcoat was your typical red superhero costume with a blue cape and blue boots.
LNH Receptionist Kyoko Ishikawa was busy working on her toothpick sculpture of Andrew Johnson when another blonde guy wearing a labcoat and purple tie burst into the room! Not again, she thought as the guy took off his labcoat to reveal a red and blue supersuit with the words LNH on the chest.
The king nodded. "You will no longer be known by your old names. You are to be Lord New Hampshire." He addressed each of us in turn and gave us all titles corresponding to each of the thirteen colonies. "I want you to lead my army again the American rebels! I want you to inspire them to fight! I have provided you all with bright red uniforms. Please follow the courtier to the other room so you can change into them."
An empty stage, lit from above. From the wings steps a man. The main is of an ambiguous age, impossible to tell if he's twenty or thirty, and would probably look even younger if he shaved the goatee and moustache. Though his glasses are transparent, his eyes are forever in shadow. He wears a faux-leather longcoat that has
Legion of Net.Heroes Comics Presents #36 INFINITE LEADERSHIP CRY.SIG EPISODE ONE The radio was blaring Disco Inferno. And the car? The car, a '72 Mazda Cosmo, was driving to hell knows where at a cool 80 miles an hour. And Sgt. Felix Landers was driving this car. Seated next to him was his
Posting this today since I'll probably won't have any internet access during the weekend... of course you should wait till Sunday to read this... And read this issue before you read this.. [link] Legion of Net.Heroes Comics Presents #43
Legion of Net.Heroes Comics Presents... #108 INFINITE LEADERSHIP CRY.SIG EPISODE SEVENTY THREE 'Seeing if I can post man's Day' or 'Why won't this stupid story post?!!!!!!' The LNHQ - April 73, 2012 -
It all began on April 29th, 1992 at 17:37:10 GMT (or at 10:37:10 AM California Time) with one post... And now Fifteen Years Later... Legion of Net.Heroes Comics Presents... #64 INFINITE LEADERSHIP CRY.SIG EPISODE TWENTY-NINE
Forgot to repost episode 30 yesterday... But here's a link to it... [link] Oh and there are a bunch of issues between that one and this one and you can read them here... [link] And now on to the most hated LNH story of all time! :)
Before you read this... read this... [link] Legion of Net.Heroes Comics Presents... #502 INFINITE LEADERSHIP CRY.SIG EPISODE FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN
April 252nd, 2007. In a bedroom in a sizable family apartment in reasonably nice part of the McCluresville neighborhood in the Zeroth City of the Loonited States, Net.ropolis... A lumpy pile of blankets laid on the bed. At five minutes to eight, the dulcet tones of Barenaked Ladies floated through
(Okay, so I just realized I messed up my calculations on both which issue it would be and which day of April it would be. Fixing!) April 268th, 2007. In a bedroom in a sizable family apartment in reasonably nice part of the McCluresville neighborhood in the Zeroth City of the Loonited States, Net.
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