From: barnejd@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Subject: CRY.SIG Epilogue: Wrapping Up the Loose Ends
Date: 5 Oct 92 11:24:58 CDT
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Time for a little character development as our heroes take a short
breather in between cosmic battles...

EPILOGUE:
  Continuity Champ considered this development.  It intrigued him. 
Though his powers were not fully recovered from the Cry.Sig battles,
he knew that as the caretaker of reality it was his mission to
investigate such seeming lapses of continuity.  He asked Officer
Smyrgle a few more questions, then hung up the phone.
  "I'm taking a leave of absence from the Legion, " he said to
everyone in general and noone in particular.  "Effective immediately."
  "Why?"  someone asked.
  "Because it's time I got a limited series of my own."  He turned and
was gone.

        *                *                *                *

 "Yo, dude.  Haven't seen you here before," Fuzzy said, taking a seat
on the couch beside Contraption Man.  "Of course, considering the
number of Legionnaires around, that's not surprising."
  Contraption Man stopped stuffing his face with Cheetos for a moment. 
"I'm Contraption Lad.  I'm from the next generation of heroes."
  "Oh, really?  So, what's the 21st century like?"
  "Not too good, I'm afraid.  I'm a member of the LNHSE, a special
elite task force dealing with superhuman problems.  You see, I've come
back in time to stop a traitor from killing all of you."
  "Hmmm.  I see.  Any idea who it is?"
  "No, I'm afraid not.  The only evidence I saw was a partial
videotape of a transmission Cliche Dude tried to send off to our
allies."
  "Oh, well.  Party on,"  Fuzzy said.  Wonder if there's any cheese dip
left?  he thought to himself.  The phone rang as he passed by.  Hmmm,
Cliche Dude was supposed to be on monitor and phone duty tonight.  He
answered it.
  "Yeah, Legion Mental Institute, head Psychopath speaking."
  "Hello, Fuzzy.  This is Dr. Deranged."
  "Yo!  What's up, Doc?"
  "I'm in Canada right now; it seems someone wiped it out with a
reality wave, so I'm helping in the rebuilding."
  "Bummer."
  "Tell me about it.  Looks like someone used the Egregious Eraser of
the Editors on it.  You can see the white of the page through it.  Not
to worry, though.  It seems few tourists have noted the whiteness or
lack of people; they think that it's just snow, and most of Canada is
this way anyway (people-sparse, that is.)  Give us a week or two, and
it'll be the same as ever."
  "Cool."
  "By the way, I assume you were all successful at saving the
universe?"
  "But of course.  I mean, you're here aren't you?"
  "Actually, I'm not there, but that's a different matter.  Besides,
how do I know I can trust the empirical evidence of my senses?  How do
I know that all of life is not a great delusion of some sort?"
  "'I think, therefore I am'?  Well, if that were the standard, most
of the LNH wouldn't exist."
  "Precisely.  How are we to know that reality is real?  What is
real?"

        *                *                *                 *

  Myk-El idly overheard Fuzzy's increasingly metaphysical debate with
Fuzzy.  Time for me to leave, he said, picking up his Pepsi and
heading for other company.
  "Myk!"  He turned to see Rebel Yell pushing his way through the
crowd of Legionnaires to get to him.  "Can I talk to you for a
minute?'
  "Sure."
  "It's about your powers.  I mean, I knew you were an alien, a
Qwertian, but I thought you didn't have any special powers."
  "Yeah, so did I.  It must be exposure to a red sun such as the one
H'yddee'uz orbits.  I'm afraid I've slowly started losing my powers
again."
  "Hmmm.  Thanks."  Rebel Yell turned away.  His job as nominal leader
of the LNH was getting more and more difficult.  Maybe I should just
resign, he thought.  All this keeping up with subplots is really
hurting my head.

        *                *                *                *

  It was about this time that someone crashed the party.  Marvel
Zombie Boy, to be precise.  He came hurtling from the skies aflame,
crashing into the swimming pool.
  "Marvel Zombie Boy!" someone screamed.
  Lurking Girl dived in after him, then suddenly realized she couldn't
swim (she sure did look good wet, though - what they could see of
her).  After the Legionnaires hauled their two members out of the
pool, Yell looked over the Zombie.
  "Is he... dead?"  someone asked.
  "I'm afraid so."
  "Oh, no."
  Yell looked up.  "Oh, don't worry.  He's always been that way."
  "No, don't you remember?  He became Fan Boy the Image Idiot and that
other dude for a while."
  "Don't remind me."  A groan escaped the Zombie's lips.  His eyes
flew open, and he grabbed Yell by the collar.
  "You must... stop him.  Terror from the stars!  Insanity...
Gauntlet!!!"  He sagged back down.
  "Who?"  Rebel Yell demanded.  "Who is it?"
  But Marvel Zombie Boy had sagged back into unconsciousness.
  After they had put MZB in their medi-lab, Rebel Yell went for a
walk.  He looked up toward the heavens.  Suddenly, the stars no longer
seemed as friendly as they once had.
  Great, he thought.  All we need is another dangling subplot with a
shadowy master villain.

TO BE CONTINUED.... (eventually)

                                       -Drizzt
 
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