Newsgroups: alt.comics.lnh,rec.arts.comics.misc
Subject: Re: LNH: The coming of a hero
From: <LUCKE@NDSUVM1.BITNET>
Date: Wednesday, 7 Oct 1992 18:20:25 CDT
Organization: North Dakota Higher Education Computer Network

In article <92281.021758LUCKE@NDSUVM1.BITNET>, <LUCKE@NDSUVM1.BITNET> says:
>Elsewhere, Cheeezarr and Makkaroni hurtled through net.space again, coming to
>rest outside a large headquarters of some type.  They went up to it and
>knocked
>both wondering what would come out...

...when what to their wondering eyes should appear, but Cannon Fodder, wearing
a smile of good cheer.

"Hello," said the net.hero, "and who might you be?"

"We are Cheeezarr and Makkaroni," said aforementioned Makkaroni.

"I see," the boy of Fodder did say, "and what did you want on this fair day?"

"We come seeking the Legion of Net.Heroes, and if you know where they be,
enlighten us, we pray."

Fodder smiled and proudly said, "You are looking at a fine specimen of
Net.Herodom."

To which Makkaroni proclaimed, "You don't say."

"Enough of this.  We sound like demons.  I am here to implore the LNH for
aid against the evil villain, Blacky, the Archer of Death."

"Sounds ominous.  So what is it that this Blacky guy plans on doing?"

"I'm not sure, but not even the powers of my dreaded Camembert Coils can stop
him alone, or so speaks Freon."

"So what exactly do your Coils do?" asked the inquisitive Cannon Fodder.

"Well, allow me to demonstrate."

"I knew this was going to happen. the minute I opened the door.  Why can't
someone else find out the powers of prospective members, I ask? Why?"
moaned Cannon Fodder, once again fearing for his life.

Cheeezarr began to concentrate, willing the Coils enwrapped about his arms
to start doing their job proscribed to them since the dawn of time.

Suddenly, the room was filled with an awful stench.  "Hey, you never told
me you were a relative of Flatulence Lad," whined Cannon.  "I don't get
paid enough to smell this kinda stuff."

"Cheeses, Cheeezarr, what did you eat for lunch?"  asked Makkaroni.

"You don't understand," moaned Cheeezarr.  "That is the aroma of Limburger
cheese.  And it's coming from the Coils d'Camembert!  They've been tainted
by that evil being from the Mold Dimension, Limburger Lad.  My powers have
just been halved, in one cruel blow.  Whatever will I do?"


<enter cheesy voice of announcer>

What will Cheeezarr and Makkaroni do without the extra power granted them
by the Camembert Coils?  Will even the combined power of all the Net.heroes
be enough to triumph over the super-villainy of Blacky, Archer of Death?
Will Cannon Fodder ever get that awful stench out of his costume?  Will
Makkaroni ever be more than the cherry <ahem> to Cheeezarr's sundae?
And most importantly, does anyone care?

Stay tuned for the continuing adventures of Cheeezarr and Makkaroni, and
the Quest for Cheese.

(no infringement on Superman, the Quest for Peace, intended.)
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|    Kyle A. Lucke     | "Your character takes 16 Wounds, KO, and 5."  |
| lucke@vm1.nodak.edu  | "Yeah, can't forget those 5 shock."           |
| lucke@ndsuvm1.bitnet |          --Torg GM and now-dead Storm Knight  |
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