From: mre@kepler.unh.edu (Monty Python's Life of MikE)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.comics.misc,alt.comics.lnh
Subject: LNH: Pliable Lad #1 REPOST
Date: 23 Jan 1993 05:46:28 GMT
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In preparation for the release of Pliable Lad #2 sometime in the next two
weeks, I'm reposting #1 for those of you who missed it.  (I had posted it
shortly before people started going back home for break.)  Please note:
the LS takes place before Causie's death.

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			        Pliable Lad #1.1
			     "First Issue Meteor"

[SECOND PRINTING]

	[The cover is a myriad of images, some of vehicles, some of weapons, 
some of household appliances, all of them drawn in dark red and colored in
light red.  Pliable Lad stands in the foreground of...well, "stand" isn't
too appropriate a term, seeing as he apparently has nothing to stand on but air,
and even that may be questionable.  It's my personal opinion that he's not
standing on anything, but is rather floating in mid-air and not moving an inch.
...Nah.  He's probably just standing in front of a blue screen.]

"Will you just hurry it up so we can get on with the story!", Pliable Lad says,
apparently annoyed by something.

[And then again...]
 
Somewhere in the infinite non-space between net.worlds, an object races towards
alt.comics.lnh and Net.ropolis.  Oddly shaped, it looks a lot like...well, 
there's no denying it, it looks *exactly* like the train from the Cross-Time
Caper storyline in Excalibur.  The mysterious ship flies (warps?  speeds? 
moves?) at breakneck speed through the non-space, even though it is barely
moving at all as far as the non-space is concerned, but that's getting waaaay
off the subject.  Suddenly, the train flickers and becomes the JLA shuttle
from JLA #55, part 5 of Breakdowns, collect all 17, lasting only a few sec-
onds in that form before becoming the train again.
And yet, it speeds on.


Lost Cause Boy, Panta, and Kid Anarky were sitting around in the control room,
filling in for Multi-Tasking Man, who was squeezing 8 hours of sleep into 2 by
sleeping 4 sets of 2 hours all at the same time.  LCB was sitting in the chair
at the monitoring board reading RACM and sipping a chocolate shake from 
Netty's Burgers, the best fast food stop in Net.ropolis, as far as LCB was con-
cerned.*  (He had switched over to Netty's after being forced to pay $20.99 for
a shake at McTrump's, and mailed a complaint to McTrump's corporate headquarters
in Net.lantic City.)
	[* Editor's note: This story takes place before Lost Cause Boy Special 
#1 and before the destruction of the LNHQ.]
	Hey!  I was going to tell them that!  It's part of my job.  
	[No, it's part of *my* job!  You're only the writer; you can't do Edi-
tor's notes.]
	But...
	[Oh, quit your complaining and get on with the story.  We'll discuss it
between parts.]
	Oh...all right.  
	Kid Anarky was standing by the door, ready to give the signal to Panta
to hide if Self-Righteous Preacher showed up hunting for her.  Panta, in turn,
would  hide in one of the closets in the far end of the room.**
	[** Editor's note: This story also takes place before the Panta limited
series.]
	I won't say it.
	Lost Cause Boy--Causie to his friends--slurped up the rest of his shake
(it was a chocolate, BTW) and tossed it in the trash can, where it was promptly
teleported to the LNH's giant trash dumpster behind the LNHQ. 
	"I'm bored.", he said simply.  "All the others are out patrolling the
city, training in the PerilRoom, or shopping at the mall, and we're stuck here
filling in for Multi-Tasking Man!  Talk about being duped out of a fun day."
	"Yeah, I know what you mean.", said Panta.  "I've spent the last two
hours poised to slip into the closet if you-know-who shows up.  And my legs 
are starting to cramp up from it, too."  Indeed, Panta looked like she was
ready to jump into the closet like a sprinter looks ready to sprint down the
track.
	[Or like how a bee looks ready to sting you. --ed.]
	Shut up.
	"Heh.  You guys got it easy.", Kid Anarky complained.  "*I've got
to watch the door so Panta can hide if she needs to!  So don't talk to 
*me* about being bored!"
	"Switch with you.", Causie offered.
	"Yes!", KA exclaimed.  "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"  He nearly hugged
Causie as each went to the other's station, but held the urge and instead hi-
fived with his fellow LNHer.

	High above Net.Earth, a mysterious object appears out of nowhere in
particular, apparently on a crash course with the planet below it.  On its
way, it nearly collides with the Drizztsat, but the satellite jumps quickly
out of its way.
	"Crazy @!$%^*&! drunk driver!", the Drizztsat curses.***  "Can't 
you watch where you're going?  I mean, really now!"
	[*** This *isn't an ACROPHOBE title by the way. --Ed.]
	I think they can figure that out for themselves.
	[Well, hey,I was just making sure they knew.  Go on, continue with 
your story.]
	Thank you.  
	But the mysterious ship, oddly shaped like a train, ignores the
satellite's complaining, instead barreling on towards the planet below,
changing into a cloaked Klingon Bird of Prey as it descends.  To the Drizzt-
sat, however, it appears to, well, disappear.
	"Hello, what's this?", the satellite says to no one in particular.
"Innnnnteresting...."

	Kid Anarky sat in the command chair, slumped down so far that the
chair's twin armrests were actually higher than his head.  Panta was slumped
against the wall, having tired of being poised to jump into the closet if 
Self-Righteous Preacher showed up.  Causie was also slumped against the wall,
but, unlike his fellow LNHer, was sitting on the floor, having tired of being
on his feet.
	Kid Anarky broke the silence.  "I'm bored.", he said simply **** and
from the depths of the chair.
	[**** Bit of deja vu here, eh? --Ed.]
	Ignore him.
	"Me too.", Panta said.
	"Me three.", Causie put in.  "I wish something would happen."
	Suddenly, the alarm went off and the main viewscreen snapped to life,
as did the three young heroes.  Causie and Panta raced over to the control
terminal where the viewscreen was and where Kid Anarky was struggling to 
straighten up in the chair.  Causie decided to give him a hand and snatched
the chair out from under him.
	"Hey!", KA said.
	"No time now.", Causie said.  "Take a look at the screen."
	The screen showed a meteor headed straight for LNHQ.
	"Computer!", Causie said.  "How much time until the meteor impacts
with the ground?"
	"15 seconds."
	"Mark off the seconds for us, would you?"
	"10 seconds."
	"9"
	"8"
	"6"
	"Six?!?", exclaimed Kid Anarky.  "What happened to Seven?"
	"Just kidding.", the computer responded.  KA and Panta exchanged looks
of surprise.  "6"
	"That's better."
	"5"
	"That's not."
	"4"
	"3"
	"2"
	"1"
	"Zero.  Have a nice day."
	"Thank you.", KA replied.  To the others he asked, "How come the 
computer had to watch all those Mel Brooks movies?"
	[Actually, it's only seen Spaceballs, but now that you bring it up,
we'll have to give it more to watch. --Ed.]
	Now see what you've done, Kid Anarky?
	"Sorry."
	"No time to chat with the writer and editor.", Causie said.  "We've
gotta go check out that meteor!"  He paused.  "Oh, you can have it land now,
Escutia."
	Thank you, Causie.
	Suddenly, there was a loud KROOM!  from right outside LNHQ.  The mon-
itoring screen showed the land behind LNHQ and the meteor right in the middle
of it.
	Causie, Panta, and KA rushed outside to have a look at the meteor.
When they got there, they found that the meteor had formed a crater several 
feet deep and several more feet wide.  In the center laid the meteor.
	"Aw, man!", KA groaned.  "I just know we're going to get blamed for
this!"
	"Look", Panta exclaimed, pointing to the meteor.
	The meteor had begun blurr and waver, its texture and color vanishing 
and soft white glow surrounding it.  No longer a meteor (in the usual sense, 
at least), the me--er, object slowly metamorphosized into something vaguely
human.  After a few more seconds of this process, the glow faded to reveal a
young-looking alien, naked save for a pair of shorts.*****
	[***** I remind you, this isn't an ACRO--URK!]
	Ahhh...the power of vi.  You gotta love it.

	The three heroes could only stare in awe.

TO BE CONTINUED....

The alien (tm) MikE (Mike Escutia--hey, that's me!)
Panta (tm from LCB) Hubert Bartels
Kid Anarky (tm) Steph Savoie, who may have to post this for me if it doesn't
	get through to a.c.lnh.
Lost Cause Boy (tm)....You know, that's a very good question right now. :)
Multi-Tasking Man (tm) Jeff the Wonder Llama.

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Special award to the first person who can correctly ID the recent comic whose
cover I spoofed with this issue's.
--MikE...hint: it has absolutely nothing to do with the story.

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