Post by Batflunkie on Jan 29, 2023 9:17:52 GMT -5
Urban Decay, The Fairpount Diaries
Chapter 1
"Takeshi Shoji (henceforth known as Urban Decay), the great ninja hero of Fairpount North Dakota, had finally bested the psychotic cult of the Dragon; the taste of their blood and insanity still lingering on his weapons. The people of Fairpount were safe and slumbered in the knowledge that they were. With no more crime to fight, Takeshi left on a bus to exotic state of Maine. He had been tracking the people that were behind the Dragon cult, the Black Lotus Combine, to this lush seaside vista that he would soon call 'home'..."
"Mikey, Jenny, we're here!" Mikey Tutwell looked up from his journal, bleary eyed, and saw a beautiful cobblestone house overlooking a lake. It was nice he supposed. Everything about Maine was fine, but he really didn't want to have to leave Fairpount, especially his friends (what few he had), and his local haunt, Harris groceries. He remembered on that monday, crying openly as he bought snacks and a new comic. The shop keep was hardly sympathetic and still gave him a strange look as he gave him his change. Jenny tried to comfort him in her usual, sisterly way.
"Every end has a new beginning, you know that right?" Mikey nodded. "Yeah, I'll miss Fairpount too, we all will. It's where our parents met, it's where grand dad bought land to settle down after moving here from, well, I can't remember right now, but that's not important. America is always on the move, always changing and adapting and I'd be a poor excuse for a sister if I didn't let my little brother do the same."
Mikey took that to heart more than he was willing to let on. It took a few hours, but he finally got settled in. The most important things, his comic book horde and computer, got set up first. Mikey never had the greatest of either, but they suited him just fine; whatever Harris Groceries had for the comics (Fairpount, being a somewhat small town was without a local hub for comics) and grocery store sales of used stock for the computer.
He booted up the computer and popped the tab on a fresh can of Everglade Rage while the computer loaded up. It was still summer and he had about roughly a month's worth of time to kill. Since break started, he had been working as hard as ever on his own comic book-esque story, Urban Decay. Where he got the idea, he wasn't totally sure (maybe too many eastern movies on cable?), but it suited his burgeoning artistic sensibilities just fine.
"Before he left Fairpount and before his final battle with the cult of the Dragon, Takeshi Shoji met with his ailing master, Winter's Rain, and his master's daughter, White Rose (an equally lethal artist in the world canvas of ninjitsu), to reforge his Katana in the fires of revenge. A trillion souls of warriors past would be his to wield, but it called for a special ritual..."
Mikey took a break and took another sip of his Everglade Rage. His computer was ready, so he clicked on his browser and he was ready to surf the 'net. He was curious to see if there were any comic book stores here in Vista Kile, and sure enough there was. So after letting his folks know, he hopped on his bike and sped off. The wind was nice and brisk for an otherwise humid day.
When he arrived at the comic shop, christened "Four-Color Dungeon, he was taken aback. Right beside it was another Harris Groceries. Mikey took it as a sign that everything was going to be okay. He parked his bike at the bike rack and walked inside the comics shop. The door made a gentle dingling noise as he did, alerting the shop keeper, a somewhat stocky man in his early 40's.
"Hi, welcome. Can I help you find something?" "Yessir, do you have any Mucaloids books?" The shop keeper paused for a small laugh,"Sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Yes, we have Mucaloids, we can hardly keep them in stock when we get a new issue. You can find them in the middle box on the left. We're always getting the older books if that's more your scene. You need anything else, don't heistate to ask me, name's Maury." Mikey thanked Maury and scuttled off towards the comics.
The Mighty Mucaloids, published since 1978 by Mirthful Masterpieces, was a lengthy, all encompassing title about five street kids that die horrifically in a gang war and are later reincarnated centuries later as Muk people on the planet Mars. Mars was, oddly enough, embroiled in a lengthy battle with Venus. How the reincarnation occured was the subject of much debate and only hinted at on a very rare occasion.
Harris Groceries only ever carried the odd issue of Mucaloids, so Mikey wasn't able to get his hands on often. He sifted through issue after issue, knowing that he had enough money saved up to buy what he wanted and was tempted to buy everything, but that wouldn't have been particularly smart. He settled on issues 265-278 and a few mini-series. He walked up to the counter and handed Maury the books. "Ahh, good issues. Loved these. You know, if you want, I can set you up a monthly subscription. It'll keep you up to date on the newer stuff." "Sure, sounds great! Wasn't able to do that where I used to live, small town." "Yeah, you seemed new, you liking it here so far?" Mikey shrugged, "It's alright I guess. Kind of like new shoes, you have to get used to them." "Well kiddo, you have a nice day and I hope I'll see you around. Enjoy the books!"
Mikey stopped off at Harris Groceries for some snacks and headed home. He checked his watch, it was roughly about 3:30. Not bad for a little excursion and he only spent about a third of his savings. He only wished peace of mind could be so simple. Dinner was takeout, three pizzas with various toppings, breadsticks, and two two-liters of soda.
After such a wonderful feast, Mikey retired to his room with a tall glass of Everglade Rage and dug into his stash of new Mucaloid books.
265 thru 278 were some very big issues from a few years ago before Mikey started actively collecting (or rather noticing that Harris Groceries sold more than junk food and soft drinks). They focused on the end of the war between Mars and Venus. It was very much a massacre for each party. Clod, Dink, Runt, and Wheezer were all put through their paces. The mini-series Mikey also bought that day tied into the respective issues.
"All around the Mucaloids was nothing but pure chaos and destruction on a level not seen in recent memory. From the Mars command center, they could see all of it in graphic and mortifying detail. Parts of the Muk men and women anatomy that shouldn't have been seen, yet were, strewn about almost casually. With any such society, no matter how advanced, the need to cave to the most primative of natures such as the idea of not having enough, is impossible. The Mucaloids knew this all too well, having witnessed it in their own time in the ravages of the Bronx. It was a veritable no man's land where only the strongest survived. There was no place for the weak of spirit or will. Now in the present, the Mucaloids, Clod in particular, saw huge ships circling overhead and in a panic, knowing their full intent, he screamed for everyone to hit the deck. It was a full barrage of sensory bombs, able to completely wipe out the targets ability to see, hear, or even think. The impact of the bombs ruptured the command center to the point where the controls went offline. Truly, this was a madhouse. If only they had heeded the prophet's warnings, but they were fools and would die like ones..."
Mikey couldn't get over how good the story was, but there wasn't much point in rushing through ten dollars worth of comics. So, he put the rest on his nightstand and went to bed.
Chapter 1
"Takeshi Shoji (henceforth known as Urban Decay), the great ninja hero of Fairpount North Dakota, had finally bested the psychotic cult of the Dragon; the taste of their blood and insanity still lingering on his weapons. The people of Fairpount were safe and slumbered in the knowledge that they were. With no more crime to fight, Takeshi left on a bus to exotic state of Maine. He had been tracking the people that were behind the Dragon cult, the Black Lotus Combine, to this lush seaside vista that he would soon call 'home'..."
"Mikey, Jenny, we're here!" Mikey Tutwell looked up from his journal, bleary eyed, and saw a beautiful cobblestone house overlooking a lake. It was nice he supposed. Everything about Maine was fine, but he really didn't want to have to leave Fairpount, especially his friends (what few he had), and his local haunt, Harris groceries. He remembered on that monday, crying openly as he bought snacks and a new comic. The shop keep was hardly sympathetic and still gave him a strange look as he gave him his change. Jenny tried to comfort him in her usual, sisterly way.
"Every end has a new beginning, you know that right?" Mikey nodded. "Yeah, I'll miss Fairpount too, we all will. It's where our parents met, it's where grand dad bought land to settle down after moving here from, well, I can't remember right now, but that's not important. America is always on the move, always changing and adapting and I'd be a poor excuse for a sister if I didn't let my little brother do the same."
Mikey took that to heart more than he was willing to let on. It took a few hours, but he finally got settled in. The most important things, his comic book horde and computer, got set up first. Mikey never had the greatest of either, but they suited him just fine; whatever Harris Groceries had for the comics (Fairpount, being a somewhat small town was without a local hub for comics) and grocery store sales of used stock for the computer.
He booted up the computer and popped the tab on a fresh can of Everglade Rage while the computer loaded up. It was still summer and he had about roughly a month's worth of time to kill. Since break started, he had been working as hard as ever on his own comic book-esque story, Urban Decay. Where he got the idea, he wasn't totally sure (maybe too many eastern movies on cable?), but it suited his burgeoning artistic sensibilities just fine.
"Before he left Fairpount and before his final battle with the cult of the Dragon, Takeshi Shoji met with his ailing master, Winter's Rain, and his master's daughter, White Rose (an equally lethal artist in the world canvas of ninjitsu), to reforge his Katana in the fires of revenge. A trillion souls of warriors past would be his to wield, but it called for a special ritual..."
Mikey took a break and took another sip of his Everglade Rage. His computer was ready, so he clicked on his browser and he was ready to surf the 'net. He was curious to see if there were any comic book stores here in Vista Kile, and sure enough there was. So after letting his folks know, he hopped on his bike and sped off. The wind was nice and brisk for an otherwise humid day.
When he arrived at the comic shop, christened "Four-Color Dungeon, he was taken aback. Right beside it was another Harris Groceries. Mikey took it as a sign that everything was going to be okay. He parked his bike at the bike rack and walked inside the comics shop. The door made a gentle dingling noise as he did, alerting the shop keeper, a somewhat stocky man in his early 40's.
"Hi, welcome. Can I help you find something?" "Yessir, do you have any Mucaloids books?" The shop keeper paused for a small laugh,"Sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Yes, we have Mucaloids, we can hardly keep them in stock when we get a new issue. You can find them in the middle box on the left. We're always getting the older books if that's more your scene. You need anything else, don't heistate to ask me, name's Maury." Mikey thanked Maury and scuttled off towards the comics.
The Mighty Mucaloids, published since 1978 by Mirthful Masterpieces, was a lengthy, all encompassing title about five street kids that die horrifically in a gang war and are later reincarnated centuries later as Muk people on the planet Mars. Mars was, oddly enough, embroiled in a lengthy battle with Venus. How the reincarnation occured was the subject of much debate and only hinted at on a very rare occasion.
Harris Groceries only ever carried the odd issue of Mucaloids, so Mikey wasn't able to get his hands on often. He sifted through issue after issue, knowing that he had enough money saved up to buy what he wanted and was tempted to buy everything, but that wouldn't have been particularly smart. He settled on issues 265-278 and a few mini-series. He walked up to the counter and handed Maury the books. "Ahh, good issues. Loved these. You know, if you want, I can set you up a monthly subscription. It'll keep you up to date on the newer stuff." "Sure, sounds great! Wasn't able to do that where I used to live, small town." "Yeah, you seemed new, you liking it here so far?" Mikey shrugged, "It's alright I guess. Kind of like new shoes, you have to get used to them." "Well kiddo, you have a nice day and I hope I'll see you around. Enjoy the books!"
Mikey stopped off at Harris Groceries for some snacks and headed home. He checked his watch, it was roughly about 3:30. Not bad for a little excursion and he only spent about a third of his savings. He only wished peace of mind could be so simple. Dinner was takeout, three pizzas with various toppings, breadsticks, and two two-liters of soda.
After such a wonderful feast, Mikey retired to his room with a tall glass of Everglade Rage and dug into his stash of new Mucaloid books.
265 thru 278 were some very big issues from a few years ago before Mikey started actively collecting (or rather noticing that Harris Groceries sold more than junk food and soft drinks). They focused on the end of the war between Mars and Venus. It was very much a massacre for each party. Clod, Dink, Runt, and Wheezer were all put through their paces. The mini-series Mikey also bought that day tied into the respective issues.
"All around the Mucaloids was nothing but pure chaos and destruction on a level not seen in recent memory. From the Mars command center, they could see all of it in graphic and mortifying detail. Parts of the Muk men and women anatomy that shouldn't have been seen, yet were, strewn about almost casually. With any such society, no matter how advanced, the need to cave to the most primative of natures such as the idea of not having enough, is impossible. The Mucaloids knew this all too well, having witnessed it in their own time in the ravages of the Bronx. It was a veritable no man's land where only the strongest survived. There was no place for the weak of spirit or will. Now in the present, the Mucaloids, Clod in particular, saw huge ships circling overhead and in a panic, knowing their full intent, he screamed for everyone to hit the deck. It was a full barrage of sensory bombs, able to completely wipe out the targets ability to see, hear, or even think. The impact of the bombs ruptured the command center to the point where the controls went offline. Truly, this was a madhouse. If only they had heeded the prophet's warnings, but they were fools and would die like ones..."
Mikey couldn't get over how good the story was, but there wasn't much point in rushing through ten dollars worth of comics. So, he put the rest on his nightstand and went to bed.
