Super Heros.. haha... sure
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Everybody starts doing whatever they want. You hear the news somehow and decide what you want to decide. It's very open.
[color=66CC33 ]Villan Name: The Glove
Alias: Just the glove..
Age: Been in a storage compartment for about 4 months, was broken out of sterilised stasis just this morning. So, a day.
Gender: Erm.. we'll say male. But really, genderless.
Personality: Well the Glove has never been sentient before, so it's never handled personalites before. It's very erratic, mixing between many different personalities all the time.
Description: It's a glove. Well ok. Think of Thing from the Addams Family. Make him into a plastic glove, and makes him green and glowing. We have "the Glove"
Special Abilites: Well setience is a big skill, having only been a lifeless glove before. Is very handy with a tool kit. Is quite heavy handed in a fist fight.
Plot: Having just come into existence, The Glove is pained to see how gloves are treated. Discarded after use, used only to handle things that humans don't want to dirty their hands. Liberation of gloves everywhere!! And optinal dominance over all sentient beings of course.
The Glove
"Give it to me! Give it to meee!! Give it!! Give! Give it to me!!"
The stupid machine finally dispersed with it's pleasentries and released a bar of chocolate into the tray. I picked it up and began to unwrap it's sugary goodness.
"Ack! It's impossible to unwrap things with one hand! Curse these stupid wrappers, that's another thing to add to my hate list!"
I lept down off the table and scurried across the floor back to my office. The one I had borrowed from the plant owner after tortuing him into submission with a Screw Driver and an apple core.
"Jeff!? Jeff where are you!?" I called out. I drummed my fingers across the table as I waited. It had taken me 6 hours to master drumming my fingers without toppling over. Being a hand is difficult. Finally, my impossible chief minion managed to gloop his way into my office.
"Don't make a mess on my floor." I spouted. It seems the radioactive doughnut had side effects on Jeff too. He'd become half human half slug. Unfortunate, but he left a shiney trail behind him that made him easy to locate. Can't touch salt though, which is a pity I like salt on my food.
"Jeff! Add another name to my hate list 'Easy Unwrap wrappers'. Put it at about number 7, under 'Enslave planet'!"
Jeff scribbled the note down and began to leave again.
"Unwrap my chocolate!!" I yelled. Jeff turned back, unwrapped my chocolate and watched as i held it infront of me with glee.
"How do you eat?" He asked."How do you talk? In fact how do you even tell where you're going? You don't have any eyes. Or mouth, or anything.."
I jumped up and slapped Jeff across the face.
"Quiet fool. I am The Glove. I don't answer to the likes of you. Get back to work!"
I hopped up onto the window ledge and looked down at the tiny little green tanks that were stopping outside the plant's gates. I love this building, it's taller rather than wider. I love looking down on things.
"Release the Radioactive Doughnut!" I scream. There's a clunking noise, and a giant glowing iced doughnut falls infront of the tanks. I hit the speaker phone button so I can talk outside the building. The audio static crackles away and I begin my nasty speech. I'd written this down 3 hours ago, and spent 5 horus before that trying to learn how to write. Do you know how hard it is to do anything when you're center of gravity relies on standing still? No, i don't think you do do you?!
"People of this town, whom I have yet to learn the name of! I am The Glove, and I will be reffered to only as The Glove for that is who I am. As you can see, i have taken control of this power plant and am operating my dastardly schemes out of it. You will be pleased to know I will not be turneding off your power supplies. Instead I will be enslaving your species and dominating the world as my own."
A shot flew off from a tank, smashing into the doughnut sending flaky pastry and icing everywhere.
"As you can see! Your weapons have no effect on this radioactivly charged super douhgnut. It's pastry exterior can repel any force. I thank you for listening to this broadcast, now get back to work!"
More shot fired off as i switched the speaker phone off. The doughnut didn't flinch. This would be fun.
"Jeff, bring me a cup of tea!"
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Hero Name: Fruit Bowl
Alias: Edward Bowl
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Personality: Fruity. Heh. Very lively, almost tropical. Is always dancing or singing to himself. Never seems to be in a bad mood.
Description: Wears an hawain shirt that is very bright and colourful. Also has comabtish shorts on, and sandles on feet. Tanned complextion, quite short measuring in at only 5 foot. Has average length blonde hair, all spiked up. This is all he ever wears now. Though possibly alternates between different, yet equally as vibrant shirts. Who needs to change, when you have fruit?
Special Abilites: Has the ability to transform anything he touches into it's equivulent weight in any kind of fruit. This doesn't work on living things. Said fruit is edible.
Edward Bowl aka "Fruit Bowl" (m)
"Wait wait, i can do this..."
I touched the box and concentrated. The box fell apart, as it turned into hundreds of cherries. The cherries rolled across the floor uder all the customers feet.
"Hmm. Hang on, let me try again.."
I touched another box, and this time, about 15 pineapples rolled across the floor."
"Sir, i could make a fruit salad to end all fruit salads with the fruit you come up with, but what I am after is a Cabbage." The tall man looming over me asked.
"A CABBAGE! I don't DO Cabbages. Only FRUIT!"
The man huffed then walked out, squashing cherries as he left.
"Nooo! My precious cherries!" I dropped to the floor to pick the remaining pineapples when a tune started playing on the radio. It was so relaxing i decided to dance. I didn't really notice the wide eyed shocked customers slowly backing out of the store. I just danced. And sang. I made up the lyrics. Then the song stopped.
"This News flash is brough to you now. The Power Plant has been taken over by an unknown person refering to himself only as 'The Glove'. He is threatening world domination and enslavement if we do not conform to his wishes. So far the police and army have failed to gain entry to the plant, which seems to be protected by somekind of giant doughnut."
Then I remembered the talking glove yesterday at the tour through the plant. That must be the same one.
"If that glove enslaves the world, then there'll be no fruit to eat! I can't let that happen!" I shout out. I realise there is no one in the shop any more. I have a quick glance around to make sure no one is hiding in the store room, then rush home to find some more suitable clothes.