Tell my story

[WMDBASSPLAYER]

I just noticed in my latest One Armed Bandit, I forgot to put the sword sheath under the shadow; Oops!

[The Atomic Punk]

Thanks, WMD. The Pegasus looks as if he is on an approach-vector. Made me think of my own dreams, which almost always end with me falling or coming down to earth.

DC-Lover, I have Chapter 2 for Tank in the works. Shooting Star will be next, though.

JR19759, great collaboration with Harlekin. Since you already have a background for them, I will try something a little different. If you would, please PM me the tone of their story in ONE WORD (love, happiness, sadness, confusion, humorous…). Don’t limit yourself to just emotions (purple, cheeseburger, hurricane, stucco…). Just ONE WORD to point their direction. Cheers!

Again, thanks to everyone for the feedback and interest in this forum. It’s helping me overcome creator’s bloc.

Speaking of which… I always thought that Yuri was a former Premier of the Soviet Union.

Thanks to Harlekin’s exquisite treatment of my characters, I’m revisiting my unfinished saga: “The Three Sisters.” Trying to decide whether to post in this forum, start a new forum, or post in WordPress. It is not “yuri.” However, it has moments that might be above a PG-13 rating.

[The Atomic Punk]

SAINT LEONINE
Original Design by Renxin; Story by The Atomic Punk

Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio; Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle.

Science and technology, like all blessings, can lead to temptation. Once dark paths are now illuminated by fiber optic cable. These troubled souls, I pray for them. Their methods are modern while their master, Mammon, is ancient. They stalk the internet much like a thief eyes a bazaar.

These daemons care not from whom they steal. That what they take is more than numbers. It is food, shelter, medicine… hope. There will always be hope as long as He has champions.

Good people, I vow to honor and protect your charity. Not with locks, not with guns; instead, with data and traffic analysis. Anonymous as the would-be thieves; delivering justice with a tap of the touchscreen. Woe to the wicked – for beyond the firewall, behold a Lion.

Leonard S., Systems Security Specialist
Xian Outreach Network, Perth, Australia

[The Atomic Punk]

OPEN DOOR
Original Characters by JR19759; Design by Harlekin; Story by The Atomic Punk

“Hey, Lili, great party, huh?”

“Danni, you’re wasted.”

“No, I’m not. I just feel… very comfortable right now.”
“And why’s that?”

“I don’t know. Being with friends, having a good time.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Lili, Lili, you’re so silly.”

“Ok, Danni, you’re drunk.”
“Hey, can we talk?”

“Um, yeah, we’re talking now.”

“No, I mean… can we talk?”

“Fine… what’s on your mind?”
“Lili, we’ve known each other for quite some time.”

“Yeah, we have.”

“Oh, I love this song! You want to dance?”

“Want to dance? Danni, you’re funny.”
“Can I be serious for a moment, Lili?”

“Sure.”

“I think those glasses make you look so cute!”

“Danni, you’re starting to become annoying.”
“No, I mean it. I mean… Lili, you’re a great friend.”

“Thanks, drunkass Danni.”

“I was wondering…”

“Wondering….”

“Can we be more than friends?”

[JR19759]

Love it, excellent work. Thanks.

[DC-Lover]

Agree with JR. Punk Keep up the good work

[The Atomic Punk]

You’re welcome. Next up: DC-Lover’s Shooting Star.

[WMDBASSPLAYER]

That was really, really cool, Atomic! I won’t put it here until if & when you decide you want to try it, but go to “My new Creations” thread and look at the latest One Armed Bandit. As I said, I’m working on some urban scenes with him and Amy for your possible story. Let me know what you think.

[The Atomic Punk]

SHOOTING STAR
Original Character by DC-Lover; Story by The Atomic Punk

Sheldon, Sheldon, Sheldon… what did you get yourself into? This is just crazy. Why did you volunteer? Heck, why did you enlist in the first place? Look at this get-up! When these “stabilizers” are engaged, you can’t move your arms. I don’t know about this.

Think about it, though. The Wright Brothers ran a bicycle shop. Some 40 years later, Chuck Yeager broke the sound barrier. The Russians sent Yuri Gagarin into space less than 20 years after that. Oh, yeah, he died in a plane crash. That’s going to be me. They’re going to shoot me off like a bottle rocket. Pow! No more Sheldon.

They sent a man to the moon using an abacus and protractors. My cell phone has more computer power than that. So maybe the engineers got this one right. I bet the crew of the Columbia were crapping their flight suits the whole time.

Before we light this roman candle, I just want to say, Mom, Dad, I love you. Take care of my boxer puppy Ruffy if this goes wrong. This is it. This is what it’s all about. Being someone. Not just some kid from South Dakota. 3… 2… 1…

Holy ! It’s working. This is so cool! Yeah, baby! Captain Sheldon Marcus, United States Air Force. First in flight!

[DC-Lover]

NICE! I like it. Atomic you have done it again.

[WMDBASSPLAYER]

That was really cool, Atomic. Here’s a throw away character I put together for some highlight/shading practice. Have at it, Good Sir!

[The Atomic Punk]

I had written a three-part series on the old UGO Forum for Zyp based on his characters El Matador de Toros and El Toro. Since he gave me permission to post then, I assume that it is okay if I re-post them now.

Zyp is a HeroMachine master. Hopefully, he is still around just not active. If you are reading this, Zyp, thank you for the contributions that you made to help inspire and build this community!

EL MATADOR DE TOROS
Original Character by Zyp; Story by The Atomic Punk

¡Buenas días, señors y señoras! Me llamo Ramón Bartolome Ortiz de Dos Santos. I am better known to my countrymen as El Matador de Toros. Or, simply, El Matador. My duty is to the protection of the people of Spain. Allow me tell you my story.

I am a true torero. My career was good as I win many a bullfight. Until I was diagnosed with a disease that causes bones to brittle and muscles to weaken. My condition worsened to where I could no longer stand. I even fell once, breaking both my shins. Dios mio, the pain was unbearable! That is when EuroXyne approached me. They offered me a chance to test a miracle cure. I did not hesitate. Even if the drugs killed me, the research would help others. What a great honor.

The test was a success to say the least. Not only did I feel better, my bones mended and my strength returned. In fact, I became harder, stronger, faster! Bullets cannot pierce my skin. I can lift a BMW. I can outrun a gazelle.

There was another who took part in the experiment: Sanzo. As I, he was bed-ridden. He could barely lift his head. The cure worked for him as well. However, he had other plans. He left the hospital before the scientists could conclude the tests. They say that Sanzo is paranoid and delusional.

Whereas I became El Matador, the public face to promote research. Though it is somewhat outlandish to wear the maestro’s uniform everywhere I go, it is for a good cause. The ladies do not seem to mind, either.

[The Atomic Punk]

Part two of a trilogy based on Zyp’s El Matador de Toros and his nemesis El Toro.

EL TORO
Original Character by Zyp; Story by The Atomic Punk

¡Saludos a todos! Soy Sanzo Hierro. I am El Toro. Do not believe the lies of those so-called scientists and their puppet El Matador. They are not offering a cure. They want to create an army of mindless super-soldiers.

Listen to me. I was once a healthy young man serving in the special forces. The army told us that they were injecting resistance to nerve toxins. Theirs is the true poison. I am the last man alive from my unit. They offered me a choice. To take another damning concoction or die anyway.

Indeed, the formula saved me. Made me the brute that they wanted. What they didn’t know is that I had stopped taking their mind-control drugs. One night, I escaped. But I will return. They must be stopped.

[WMDBASSPLAYER]

Can’t wait for part 3!

[The Atomic Punk]

EL PRIMER ENCUENTRO: El Matador de Toros contra El Toro
Original Characters by Zyp; Story by The Atomic Punk

It was a wonderful afternoon at the plaza in Ronda. Droves of fans and a hundred more women rushed to greet their hero El Matador de Toros. He was to speak on behalf of EuroXyne Pharmaceuticals. The company promised a revolutionary treatment – a new era in gene therapy.

El Matador stepped to the podium. There was thunderous applause. Patiently he waited for the olés to fade before he would make the announcement. The audience finally settled. As he began, “Ladies and gentlemen, please, let me first say…” the crowd began clapping anew. “Please, please… this is muy importante. If you could hold your applause until the end of…”

The noise grew louder. El Matador realized that it was not the crowd cheering. Suddenly, there was an explosion at the EuroXyne research center across the plaza. A fireball that once was a vehicle launched high into the air. A car bomb! No, there was more rumbling. As if something was bearing down on them.

From the smoke and flames stepped a large man wearing a horned helmet. “¡ Soy El Toro!” he exclaimed. “I will stop your unholy experiments!” El Toro rushed toward the crowd. Tossing aside carts, street lights, anything that was in his way. Smashing everything in his path as if it were made of balsa wood. Without taking a single step, El Matador launched himself over the crowd to greet his new adversary.

As the public ran every which way screaming, El Matador steeled himself. Yet he stood gracefully like a torero with his muleta draped over his forearm. El Toro played El Matador’s game and lowered his head. In true bullfighter style, El Matador spun away from the charge, blinding El Toro with his cape. El Toro stumbled and smashed into the plaza’s fountain.

The two fought a pitched battle from late afternoon until early evening. El Matador leapt atop a three-story building to gain the high ground. To his surprise, a crowd had gathered on the roof to watch the epic contest.

“¡Idiotas!” shouted El Matador. “This is no fútbol match! Leave now!” The spectators dropped their party drinks as they fled. El Matador stepped to the ledge. El Toro had disappeared. Without warning, a large chunk of the broken fountain fell from the sky. The massive slab would have killed an ordinary man. A blast from behind knocked El Toro to the ground. Two Centauro B1s had arrived.

Though not a direct hit, the 105mm shell was enough to distract El Toro. El Matador was able to free himself from under the concrete. El Toro had succeeded in destroying the research lab and several scientists. Still, he wanted to eliminate EuroXyne’s abomination. The Bull cursed his enemy then retreated to fight another day. A smartphone user captured the now famous image of an exhausted but triumphant El Matador de Toros glaring at the raging bull.

NATO’s Centauro B1 Anti-Tank Vehicle

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