[The Atomic Punk]

@WMDBASSPLAYER said:

I had a serious creative drought as far as writing goes. With the shakeup of my universe I’m hoping it’s coming back.

Cool, I would like to read the new stuff. Word of advice… avoid the number 52.

[The Atomic Punk]

@JR19759 said:
I seem to be doing a lot of girls recently.

Ummm… Goth Girl is cool. Have to admit, though, her dress is a little more toward steampunk.

[The Atomic Punk]

@Anarchangel: Thanks, your character has a space opera vibe. As posted earlier, I try to avoid the “He-Beast smash bad guy” bricks. Though there are times that they are part of a story. Charger’s stance is defiance and will not raw aggression.

@WMDBASSPLAYER: Thank you.

[The Atomic Punk]

Transitionally inverse War Hammer into the Rose. As technology is refined, the half-track War Hammer becomes the chivalrous Rose. Yet he cannot separate that he is still a bio-mechanical, a cyborg. He holds the ideals of his corporal sacrifice (his initial form as War Hammer) yet is uncomfortable with his transformation into a romantic knight (the Rose). Who, despite appearances, is more machine than man. Can he resolve himself and find an inner peace? Or driven further into madness? Perhaps, he will cope as an actor willing to play whatever part is given to him.

[The Atomic Punk]

A HERO KNOWS WHEN TO RUN
Original Character by Anarchangel; Story by The Atomic Punk

“Saboteurs had destroyed our main generator and beam stations. We had no power. The A’sing tanks had broken our mainline defenses. This was going to be our last stand. With our shield wall down, our soldiers were able to flee just as easily as the A’sing invaders would be able to overrun us. Though the penalty for desertion is death, I could not bring myself to shoot them in the back.

“Kattarrok approached me. For certain I thought that he was going to crush my skull with his mighty Badak hands. The explosion that took out the generator also killed three of his engineers and damaged his translator comm. With no idea what he would do, I dropped to my knees and begged for mercy. The lumbering giant lifted me into the air by my throat.

“I looked into his eyes. This beast was going to snap my neck. Instead, he lowered me to the ground. He pointed to the row of damaged vehicles in the motor pool. He held up eight fingers then led me to the garage. Kattarrok pointed to the power plant of one of the hovertanks. He ripped the hood off in one clean jerk. That could have been my head!

“Again, the Badak chief engineer held up eight fingers. Then he pointed to the shop tools. He looked across the way and pointed to a group of soldiers awaiting orders. Eight… he needed eight power plants for salvage. Quickly, I called the men to the motor pool. The troops began cannibalizing the wrecks.

“In the meantime, Kattarrok had found more volunteers who were willing to fight to the last. He sketched a grid of the base’s power lines. He pointed to several areas then drew lines that led to the motor pool. The engineer wanted us to re-route the network. I tried to argue that we should be establishing a defensive position. We had but a few hours before the A’sing on-slaught. Kattarrok snorted. I was in no position to argue with a Badak.

“He left us to work. I saw him take one of the few remaining loading trucks over to the base gym. What was he getting from there? He returned soon with a treadmill sized for his race. After a quick inspection, we lined the power plants in a chain. The engineer attached the electrical cables using a few clamps and tape. More bizarrely, he closed the circuit by coupling the mainline to his safety harness.

“Kattarrok gestured for everyone to stand clear of the motor pool. He stepped aboard the treadmill then began to run. Faster and faster, I believed a Badak could sustain a pace of 50 kilometers per hour. This engineer, he must have been a champion marathon runner among his people!

“There were loud sparks and shots of electricity coming from the power plants. Even Kattarrok’s harness took a few hits. Still, he ran. Slowly, the defense shield began to rise. The laser batteries came back on-line. Saints be praised!

“Over the frequency, we heard New York Command announce incoming air support. The soldiers rushed to man the batteries. The men’s morale boosted as we sang the Allegiance to Honor. If we held the line for another hour, earth would remain free. As I am here to tell you this story of a brave Badak engineer with this shiny new medal on my chest, you can guess the outcome.

“Kattarrok, when are you going to learn English? The Badak language is so hard on the human throat. There he is, ladies and gentlemen. Salute to the rhino bastard whose thick hide saved ours!”

Cheers!

[The Atomic Punk]

Happy birthday!

[The Atomic Punk]

@WMD: Thanks, I’ll have to check out JLE. Honestly, I have touched an actual comic for… many days *ahem*.

@Harlekin: Kösz!

@Trekkie: Thank you, Blaze and Bolt have a very old school vibe to them. This will sound sexist: female superheroes are more psychologically complex. I enjoy writing them because it is an opportunity to really explore a character. Not just “He-Beast smash bad guys!” My female characters are just as concerned with the day-to-day as they are with overcoming cosmic odds.

@prswirve: You made that in HeroMachine? I’ll try to come up with something. Your design needs no words!

[The Atomic Punk]

Sarah Walker really pops. Great highlights and shading. Great color choices, especially the eyes matching the claws. Who knew that blue could be used to express rage?

[The Atomic Punk]

Crazy use of items for the Hawk Interceptor! Such detail as to include the planet’s atmosphere and the re-entry lines!

[The Atomic Punk]

Robert

[The Atomic Punk]

BLAZE & BOLT: Stopping Trouble
Original Characters by Trekkie; Story by The Atomic Punk

Lisa Marsh searched frantically for her yellow domino. She swore that if Hector’s stupid dog chewed up another one, she would send him to the pound (the dog as well). Lisa was already late for the mission. Evil was afoot but she could not find her boots. Letting Hector move in turned out to be a bad idea. He was so disorganized and sloppy. Nor did he respect Lisa’s side of the closet.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Sapphire Reed was fighting her own battle. It was one thing that the drive-thru burger joint forgot to give her the mocha shake she ordered. When they finally brought her a shake, it was chocolate. Sapphire hated chocolate. Especially after her sister spilled it on her blue cape. Not even Sapphire’s super powers were able to remove the stain.

Sapphire knew that Lisa would be late for their rendez-vous. Her partner was always running late. Probably something with Hector’s dog again. Sapphire thought he was an over-size rat (the dog as well). She shot a quick text to Lisa’s phone. Sure enough, the reply read: “Missing mask.” Chocolate shake… damn it. If she wasn’t one of the good guys, she would become the Mocha Shake Maurader. The frustrated Sapphire gunned the Blazemobile and set course for Marsh Mansion.

At that moment, trouble was brewing in Lisa’s apartment: “Stupid dog!” Unbeknownst to Hector’s irate soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, Kaptain Kool was not the villain in this dastardly crime. Lisa found her domino on a shoe rack inside the closet door. Her Bolt Communicator buzzed. It was her partner alerting her that the Blazemobile was right outside. “Oh crap!”

“Hey, Blaze… what were you thinking? You’re going to blow my secret identity.” Bolt said as she boarded the bright blue and yellow crime-fighting cruiser.

“Relax, Bolt, I’m sure your arch-nemesis Kaptain Kool is on to you by now,” Blaze replied as she begrudgingly sucked the last drops of the chocolate shake through her straw.

“Yeah, he has been casing Marsh Mansion lately. What’s the situation?”

“Hot one already in progress. You know, if someone could get her act together, we’d already be there.”

“Dude, not going there. When Hector’s gone, punctuality will not be a problem,” Bolt retorted.

“Hector… the sidekick’s sidekick. Let’s roll.”

The Blazemobile moved swiftly through the Sunday morning traffic. Blaze was weaving in and out of the lanes. Bolt went from hero to back seat driver mode. Blaze’s response was to simply chuckle. Finally, they made it to the scene. A paramedic was there waiting.

Blaze stepped up, “Where are they at?” The EMT pointed them down the hallway, Room 22E.

Bolt was dismayed. “22E… that’s the…”

“Yes, I know,” Blaze said with grim determination. “You fully charged?”

Applause from on-lookers greeted the crime-fighters as they strode down the hall. Blaze and Bolt halted at the double doors of Room 22E. They positioned themselves on either side. Blaze gestured to Bolt. Bolt nodded in affirmation. Together, they swung the doors wide open and shouted “Blaze and Bolt, here to stop trouble!”

Inside of 22E were few dozen adults and children. Most of the children wore gowns. Many had lost their hair. Nurses attended to the sickest. Despite these urgent matters, all eyes were on the costumed duo. The surprise on their faces quickly changed to smiles and cheers.

The head nurse approached Blaze and Bolt. She hugged them both. “Thanks for coming on such short notice. Your contributions to the hospital’s charity foundation are immeasurable.”

[The Atomic Punk]

Thanks, WMD. Your design is a very no nonsense character. Skipping Crying Man for now. I have his story, but to be fair to others.

[The Atomic Punk]

Willkommen, Xypher! Good start.

Lightningsword is correct. Please refer to the No Copyrighted Material! topic.

[The Atomic Punk]

THE GOLDEN GLADIATRIX
Character Design by WMDBASSPLAYER; Story by The Atomic Punk

The thunderous applause of 100,000 citizens and free men fell into a dead silence. Their elation turned into horror. Blood soaked the arena floor. That was to be expected. However, the scene playing before them was unlike any that they had ever witnessed. The dusty air filled with gasps and utterances. A few women screamed.

The last gladiator walked among the bodies of her enemies. She thrust her sword into the chest of one corpse. She paced around another, kicking, spitting and screaming at the body. The gladiator dismembered her vanquished foes with barbaric fury. She dug her hand into the perforated chest and ripped out the heart.

She rose to face the coliseum and held the meat high for all to see. The mad woman squeezed her prize. The blood glistened in the hot noon day sun as it streamed down her arm. She screamed again then spat on the arena floor.

“This is what you came to see! Thirteen slaves forced to fight each other to the death. For the victor, freedom!

“I have murdered for your emperor. I have murdered for your amusement. And for what? So I could walk among you ‘free’ men?

“You should appeal to your emperor now. Beg him to keep me in this cage. If I were to leave through the gates of this butchery, I will kill you all!”

[The Atomic Punk]

Thanks, JR. As I noted before, she’s already such a complete character. It was really challenging to think of a different direction. Can’t wait to read your story for her.

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