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Here is the story for my next movie, I am now working on the screenplay. Keep in mind this is going to be a comedy.

My name is Noah Cassidy, and I'm a superhero. At least I like to think I am.

Being a superhero isn't half as exciting as it seems, at least when you live in a town with a population of twelve people… Anyway, it has its ups and downs. I didn't even have a superhero name!

Starting out wasn't so bad, I sneaked out of the house at night then walked around the town until I was too tired to go on. Okay, that does sound boring.

And it was boring, until the Pizza restaurant I was working at got itself robbed. I was washing the windows and I saw this guy inside the restaurant running towards me and the door. He's holding a gun and a sack. Ring any bells?
When he came by I simply hit him with my bucket, and in the scuffle that followed, he somehow ended up flying through a window, ruining my business along with his face.

Needless to say, I was out of a job. But this experience gave me encouragement.

But this was child's play compared to what danger came to my town next.

Three men approached a standing figure and fell to their knees. " May it please your majesty," one of them began "we have fulfilled all that thou hast commanded us."

"Very well." His majesty replied. "I don't believe you have praised me yet today. You may begin now."

"Long live King Piers, lord of the colonies!" The three men responded in unison.

King Piers inhaled, savoring the glory . "What other tokens of your thankfulness and adoration have you to tell me?"

"Your majesty is like a slice of pineapple!" A reverent follower answered.

"Thank you, thank you." The king turned solemn. "Now, may one of you fine gentlemen tell us why we are gathered here today?"

"To take the American colonies back into slavery to the British Empire!"

The king smiled, then snapped his fingers. "Tea!"

A ready servant placed the cup into his hand. "Map." This was brought to him as well, and he spread it upon a table. "See here, this proud and conceited town, this example of belief in this lie called 'American exceptionalism'!" The king pointed to a dot on the map. "These particular yankees have two a great weaknesses: food obtained from petrol stations and the statue of a local hero, a vile creature by the name of 'Pistol Pete'. They have erected an idol in his honor in the town square. We shall obtain explosives and attach them to a petrol station or this statue, and thereby secure our control over the town. Then, I shall pronounce myself king of the colonies, and King Piers shall reign forever!"

The following day found these English idiots standing in a rather empty street in the small town of Perkins. The 'British Twits' found the town square and the statue of the town's hero after many hours of searching. After placing their explosives, King Piers began his proclamation: "I hereby reclaim the American colonies for the royal crown of England!" But no one seemed to care, so the King pointed to the idol and screamed "Dost thou care not that I hold the life of this man in my hands?" One of the British Twits humbly approached the King. "I see no one here, my Lord!" The King scanned the non-existent crowd of subjects and replied. "This is truth. Fetch them nigh unto me then!"

Meanwhile,while I was conditioning for my life as a crime-fighter: sharpening knives, doing pushups, that sorta thing. Then I heard on the radio that Perkins had been invaded by the British. I was ready for action. Sorta. I needed to prepare first. I walked to my drawer, opened it, and pulled out my copy of The Patriot. Then I watched the entire thing. (and you thought Iron Man's first suitup took awhile!) After that, I went to another drawer to get my costume. That took even longer than watching the movie. I was starting to think my mom had a point about being organized. When I had armed myself and was finally ready, I started out to the town square.

Arriving there, I found King Piers gloating in his victory, with several townspeople bowing down before him. At least they appeared to be. On closer inspection I realized that the British Twits were throwing money on the ground, so that when a person stooped to pick it up, King Piers would be worshiped.

I set down my portable radio and pushed play. I was gonna take on supervillains today, and I needed and epic soundtrack. Skillet's Hero was perfect, with lyrics that applied and a super-cool tune. It was the best superhero entrance ever! With action-movie-hero-style awesomeness, I walked toward the British Twits, clenching my fists and full of joy. Until the radio's battery died. That was sad. "Just one second," I said to the approaching British Twit. "I gotta fix the radio!" I never should have turned my back on him. Anyway, they attacked, armed with bananas, grapes, and apples! After a desperate struggle, I defeated the secondary villains. I turned to face King Piers. He detonated the explosives, but they were far to weak. Brits. They never could do anything right, even if it was wrong.

"Americans will never be controlled, not by dictators like you, and not by communists pretending to be patriots. True patriots will always rise, when they've been pushed. And when they do, God help those who have abused their power. Actually, He won't." I paused, but the king said nothing. I stepped forward. "When the world has gone to hell, full of corruption, murder, and hatred of all that is good, it needs to be remade. God did it in Genesis, and he's gonna do it again. If ever America is again controlled by the forces of evil, there will be a war, but from its ashes will rise a better nation. But only if it is founded on the principles of the Bible, as this country was. God helped our nation when it broke off from yours, because you are corrupt and because I'm Minute Man" I realized that I just got my superhero title, at least for this battle.

"There is no God," The king replied. "I am lord of all."

Epic lines were coming to me just as fast as I could shoot them. "You want to tell him that in person?" The king raised his scepter and said "I shall now apply the pointed stick!" He charged at me, thrusting and swinging his pointed stick. I calmly dodged his blows, and when the opportunity presented itself, I impaled the king through his groin.

As I walked away from this battleground, I realized my country needed me more than I knew. Being a superhero isn't boring, and I will be ready for whatever evils lie ahead, and I will defeat them. BECAUSE I'M MINUTE MAN!

Wow. I love it xD

Thanks. Do you want to play in it? (the movie, for I wrote this story for a movie project)

Speaking of doing push ups…
IM JOINING THE MARINE CORPS!!!!!!!!!!

That would be awesome (!!!!), but I don't know how it could work out :-/

I do!!

Speaking of doing push ups... IM JOINING THE MARINE CORPS!!!!!!!!!!

Good for you.

I do!!

Like the positive attitude.

I do!!

Like the positive attitude.

But we don't know how it would work out. :p
I would love to be one with a gun!!

Speaking of doing push ups... IM JOINING THE MARINE CORPS!!!!!!!!!!

Good for you.

Yes but we don't think others will approve of this idea. Especially my mother.

I do!!

Like the positive attitude.

But we don't know how it would work out. :p I would love to be one with a gun!!

I'd add a character for you.

I'd like to be in it! But, like the others, I have no idea how it would work. :-)

Minute Man? Will your damsel in distress be Minute Maid?

Minute Man? Will your damsel in distress be Minute Maid?

Good idea…that fits well with the parody aspect of it. You do know I chose that name because of the historical context, right?

Sam, have you seen this?

Yes, but I thought of Minute Maid before the historical context, and because it is a parody I thought you would at least appreciate the thought.

Yes, but I thought of Minute Maid before the historical context, and because it is a parody I thought you would at least appreciate the thought.

I did appreciate it. thanks.

That was funny! :D I would like to be in it. :)

Too bad you live…?

Chapter 12
As I burrowed under a pile of leafy vegetables, I wished that I had Zimmer with me again. Although I knew I couldn’t take him into Grukblognackd, I had missed him for the last couple days. Pulling a few more of the cabbagey-scented things over my head, I hoped that the Triffligh wouldn’t notice anything when they came back; I had been following them from a distance for several hours and had taken advantage of this short halt to conceal myself among their produce. Without horses, the Triffligh pulled their wagons themselves, and I was worried about the weight difference as well as visibility. Sighing I leaned my head back against the rough side of the cart and braced myself for the jolt as the Triffligh returned and lifted their load, trudging on down the dusty road. As the muscles of my neck began to stiffen and ache from the effort of keeping still enough that the bumping caused by the uneven motion was not noticeable, I was glad I had waited until we were close to the city before climbing into the wagon.

Eventually the sound of a horn broke the monotony of shuffling feet, the smell of sweat and cabbage, and the slow building pain of a long splinter that was sticking into my back. Knowing from the Ishl girl that this was the signal for the guards to unbolt the gates, the grind of metal on stone and the creaking ropes were sounds easy to identify as the doors swinging open, and I remembered the rush of noise that had greeted my on my last visit. This time the sounds were more subdued; our captive said the best time to enter the city undetected would be during what she called the “daily audience”, while many of the Grembl and Orglac would be at the governor's house.

“Srigk!” The sudden bark of command made me jump, and the Triffligh stopped short. My mouth was dry, and I ran my tongue over my lips silently, listening to the growl of Ishl that reached my hiding place. When the wagon jerked into motion again, I gasped with relief, releasing a gush of air I had not realized I was holding. We must be in the city now…how am I supposed to get off of this thing without being seen? Might as well wait until we get to the market, anyway. With the utmost caution I rolled partially onto my side, to look between the boards of the wagon, trying to guess where I was from the fleeting glimpses of brown houses and gray streets rolling slowly past.

Finally I saw a dark, narrow alley, and decided to just make a dash for it. Leaves of cabbage were still drifting down through the clouds of dust that swirled around the cart and Triffligh when I looked back from the shadows to see if I was being followed. They were certainly much astonished, but did not seem to think it was worth their while to come after me. To be on the safe side, I darted further into the gloom before stopping to get my bearings. The prison is in the middle of Grukblognackd, I recalled. So I took a guess at my direction, and continued walking–wanting to get as far as possible before the Grembl patrols resumed–and looked around trying to see the “round red roof with a white spike on top” that our captive had assured us was right next to the prison.

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So far so good. I pulled my knees up onto the smooth stone and wrapped my arms around them as a company of Grembl marched by only a few yards from my hiding place. The prison was opposite me on the other side of the street, and I had studied the metal bars that composed the gate until I could have climbed them with my eyes closed: I could not try my scheme until it was late enough that only the night watch and a few beggars were out. The streets were already almost empty, and I was beginning to wonder if I should crawl closer. At this point in my contemplations, I was amazed to be suddenly plunged into complete blackness. Blinking, I thought for a moment I had been knocked out, but dismissed the idea as my eyes adjusted and I saw a few faint glimmers revealing dim circles of wall and pavement. In the artificial constant brightness of the city, I had lost the sense of how late it was, and had not guessed that they would turn the lights off at night. I waited for the guard to pass again, and crossed the street.

Raising one hand above my head, I grasped the bars as high up as I could reach, and placed a foot on another, pulling myself up. The metal groaned as it shifted under my weight, and I hurried to move to the next rung. Climbing steadily, I reached the top just as I heard a mutter of voices coming toward me from the street. Without delay, I swung my feet over and slid to the ground inside, landing crouched on my feet, and flung myself into the deeper blackness of the bushes right next to the prison wall. The pants that tore through my lungs seemed certain to give me away, and the blood roared in my ears, but after a few moments the sounds grew fainter again, and I dared to move cautiously off of a particularly sharp rock that was digging into my neck. Having given the Grembl another minute to get farther away, I rose and moved toward the prison, feeling exposed as I came closer to the lights.

I knew I would have to get in through a window, but I had some trouble choosing one, since I had no idea where the humans were held, nor did I wish to let loose a whole swarm of other criminals trying to find the right ones. At last I picked a window on the ground level, examining it for weaknesses before rattling the bars in an experimental manner. They were firm, but I was prepared for this, and brought out my favorite laser, smiling as I remembered Jake’s expostulations against bringing it. You’ll burn a hole in your ship, I know you will. Don’t you remember what happened when you got your first knife? With a hiss the beam bit into the metal, burning through the base of the bar. I removed it, and cut the top in the same manner. When I had taken out three bars, glowing red hot on both ends, the opening was large enough for me to hoist myself through. After waiting until the metal was dull gray again, and only warm to the touch, I wriggled through the gap head first.

The surprised grunt was my first intimation that I was not alone, as I dangled half in and half out of the window, but before I could withdraw a sweaty palm was clamped over my nose and mouth and I was dragged flailing into the cell and dumped into a corner. My mind scrambled to remember any Ishl or Ulfra I knew that could get me out of this predicament, fighting for breath under the weight crushing my chest.

“Ulfra! Friend!” I gasped. The person sitting on me shifted, peering down at me, and I was relieved to see an Ulfra face, even though it was set in a fierce scowl. I hurried to explain my mission. “The intruder regrets his presence extremely; he is looking for the three other-world prisoners. They are his countrymen.”

This statement was followed by a long silence, as the unknown Ulfra considered my assertion. I could almost see him testing its probable truth: my knowledge of Ulfra, my unorthodox method of entry, the fact that I was obviously not an Ishl. At length he got off of me, and I rolled over with a groan, trying to decide whether I could feel more bruises on my stomach and ribs, or if I had turned into one big bruise by this time.

A cloud of dust sifting down on my head caused me to look up coughing, and I saw that a square hole had appeared in the ceiling. My arm was suddenly caught in a powerful grip, and I found that I was lying on the rafters that supported the ceiling with one leg dangling down through the hole and a vague notion of having flown through the air. Although I was rather dazed, I managed to scramble into a safer position, from which I watched my companion pull himself up beside me.

“Vira.” Follow. He set out running across the wooden beams, doubled over under the roof, and I trotted after him as fast as I could.

“Where are we going?” I asked, forgetting for a moment that the hulking shadow in front of me could not possibly understand English.

As I tried to rephrase the question to make sense in Ulfra, I was astonished to hear him hiss “Quiet!” We were moving more cautiously now, and I did not dare ask any more questions, even in a whisper, but my mind was racing. Did he really say “Quiet”? How could he know English? Where ARE we going? Caught up in these insoluble problems, I was not aware that we had stopped until my forehead hit the giant blue elbow of my escort. He had his ear plastered to the inside wall, listening for something. In the silence I could hear slight shuffling sounds in the room behind the stone wall, but nothing else. The Ulfra was apparently satisfied. He drew something out of his pocket and scraped it against the wall, making a subdued screech. A moment later the stone swung inward and we stooped down and wriggled through the hole into the room.

At first I could see nothing in the gloom, but a flicker of light appeared a few feet from me, and showed a hand moving toward what looked like the corner of a table. The light was applied to a lamp, and when the room was illuminated I found myself staring at the three men I had been sent to seek.

Remember, its heroes of the faith week, not heroes of murdering cults!

Cool! I can't wait for the next one! :)

Oh, and also, if you liked that excerpt I posted a month ago, here's the link to the whole story. :)

Thanks! I'll read it later. :)

reads your story

Epic beyond words.

*reads your story* Epic beyond words.

I agree.

*reads your story* Epic beyond words.

*reads your story* Epic beyond words.

As is your avi.

*reads your story* Epic beyond words.

As is your avi.

*reads your story* Epic beyond words.

As is your avi.

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*reads your story* Epic beyond words.

As is your avi.

*posts here simply to make a column of 3 DP's*

That was epic ^

Because I'm Deadpool.

*reads your story* Epic beyond words.

As is your avi.

*posts here simply to make a column of 3 DP's*

That was epic ^ Because I'm Deadpool.

*reads your story* Epic beyond words.

As is your avi.

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Posts here to break up any future column xP

Meanie! :p

Meanie! :p

Smiles xP

HERETIC! :p

Heretic?! Wow!

HERETIC! :p

HERETIC! :p

HERETIC! :p

oh…no…… I'm not one of the Deadpools. ^am I a heretic?^ (:-(

HERETIC! :p

oh...no...... I'm not one of the Deadpools. ^am I a heretic?^ (:-(

ANCESTOR!

After that, I went to another drawer to get my costume. That took even longer than watching the movie. I was starting to think my mom had a point about being organized.

Sounds like my room somedays… although I can usually find stuff until it gets cleaned up. THAT is when the trouble hits.

"Americans will never be controlled, not by dictators like you, and not by communists pretending to be patriots. True patriots will always rise, when they've been pushed. And when they do, God help those who have abused their power. Actually, He won't." I paused, but the king said nothing. I stepped forward. "When the world has gone to hell, full of corruption, murder, and hatred of all that is good, it needs to be remade. God did it in Genesis, and he's gonna do it again. If ever America is again controlled by the forces of evil, there will be a war, but from its ashes will rise a better nation. But only if it is founded on the principles of the Bible, as this country was. God helped our nation when it broke off from yours, because you are corrupt and because I'm Minute Man" I realized that I just got my superhero title, at least for this battle.

Wow! I like it. I really like it. Very nice work, Noah!

@VoR - I haven't read The Hunt yet, but I'm loving your other story! Keep it coming! ;)

After that, I went to another drawer to get my costume. That took even longer than watching the movie. I was starting to think my mom had a point about being organized.

Sounds like my room somedays... although I can usually find stuff until it gets cleaned up. THAT is when the trouble hits.

"Americans will never be controlled, not by dictators like you, and not by communists pretending to be patriots. True patriots will always rise, when they've been pushed. And when they do, God help those who have abused their power. Actually, He won't." I paused, but the king said nothing. I stepped forward. "When the world has gone to hell, full of corruption, murder, and hatred of all that is good, it needs to be remade. God did it in Genesis, and he's gonna do it again. If ever America is again controlled by the forces of evil, there will be a war, but from its ashes will rise a better nation. But only if it is founded on the principles of the Bible, as this country was. God helped our nation when it broke off from yours, because you are corrupt and because I'm Minute Man" I realized that I just got my superhero title, at least for this battle.

Wow! I like it. I really like it. Very nice work, Noah!

Thanks.

@VoR - The Hunt: one of the best stories I've read in a while! I was reading it shortly before I was supposed to be in bed; I got over half way through and got up as soon as I could to read the rest. :P Really. It's awesome!

And now for the first part of the first chapter of the novel I've been planning on writing for years… hope you enjoy. :}

The morning sun gradually unveiled its soft red rays as it rose slowly over the treetops, casting away the shadows that lurked in a valley just beyond, and in the village within that valley. Most in the village were yet asleep, but a few were already up and about their business, having risen before the sun. Two early risers in particular—one older man, one younger—were presently laboring at a unique kind of duty—they were engaged in a vigorous swordfight. On the crest of a small protruding hill in the middle of a large field of grass they battled, dancing rapidly yet artfully in a swift rhythm of attacks and counterattacks. The countenances of both were so fierce, and their concentration on the duel so intense, that they could have been easily taken for enemies intent on slaying one another.
For some time, neither opponent seemed to have the advantage over the other; each man masterfully countered every attack from his rival and held his ground firmly. But after a time the elder seemed to grow weary, and the younger managed to force him a few paces back. He grew visibly confident as his opponent began to stumble, and renewed the ferocity of his attack. After a few intense blows from the younger, the elder finally reeled back and seemed nearly ready to topple over. With a victorious yell, the younger took one last lunge at his rival’s blade, attempting to dislodge it from his weakening grip. But in so doing, he compromised his grip on his own weapon, and his elder opponent suddenly rose again in renewed strength and made a mighty swing at his blade before it reached his own. The blow had its intended effect, and the hilt of the younger man’s blade fell from his hand and the weapon rolled down the hill.
With a slight hint of a smirk, the older man, suddenly looking a little less weary, placed the point of his blade on his rival’s chest.
“You have done very well today, Turner; but it appears that I yet retain more skill—and cunning—than my student. Feigning to be wearier than I truly am is evidently still an effective way of tricking you into letting down your guard, eh?”
“Apparently so, Uncle Gredly,” Turner consented reluctantly. “That deception never fails to fool me—your false fatigue is quite a convincing act!”
Gredly laughed. “Then my training was not in vain; I am glad! However, my fatigue was not entirely false; you truly did bring me nearly to the point of exhaustion this time. I found it necessary to use all my endurance to keep up with you. You truly are becoming an excellent swordsman, Turner.” He placed his hand on Turner’s shoulder.
“Only because of my training by the best swordsman in the land,” Turner said with a grin, returning the gesture.
“Ah, I would hardly call myself that, son! There’s many a better swordsman than me.”
“None that I have seen.”
Gredly laughed heartily. “Because you haven’t seen much, lad! But that will change someday soon; I promise it will.”
“I do hope so. Ever since I was young and you began telling me all your stories, I’ve been longing to see the world!”
“So much like your father, my boy; he too had a restless spirit in him, never able to stay in one place for long. It’s truly been difficult for me to force you to remain here for so many years, but I promise the day is coming when you will be free.”
“I trust your judgment, Uncle, but I do wish that day would come sooner.”
“It may come sooner than you think, Turner,” Gredly said with a faint twinkle in his eye.

AHHH!!! That is so good!!! Can't wait to read more!!! :)