Grenademan Vs The Zombies - Chapter 1 - Part 1

Written by T.C. Ricks, Performed by Matt Franklin.  Edited by Fiona Skye.

A gaming group makes a bet that they can survive the zombie apocalypse.  Someone takes them up on the offer and they are faced with a hoard of real zombies!

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Dansen

What, now you’re some kind of political expert? 

Frank

Er…right. Will you be needing me here any longer? 

Smirk

We might need you to make a statement later, but since you seem to be fine-and a friend of Hawkqueen’s, I don’t see any reason why not. Captain generally doesn’t like us messing around with Superheroes.

Frank

How do you know I’m not a super villian? 

Dansen

Villains tend to have less ridiculous costumes. 

Frank

er….right. 

Smirk

Most defiantly, bad guys almost always have a better sense of style. Though I have to say Hawkqueen is quite a babe.  Inoria is a bit young for my taste though.

Dansen

Oh, I agree with you there. It’s usually the males that have a total lack of fashion sense, like Captain Hammer…it’s not like he NEEDS to have those hammers glued to his cape, I mean they don’t actually DO anything. 

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Smirk

That’s not the way it looks. 

Dansen

Doesn’t matter. 

Smirk

Well it should. 

Dansen

I’ll be sure to alert the American Vocabulary Association. 

Frank

Excuse me. 

Smirk

Yeah? 

Frank

How exactly did I get here? 

Dansen

Not entirely sure. We found you after we got a silent alarm back at the station. We’ve got a permanent arrangement with Hawkqueen and Inoria….not that we can usually do much to whatever is messing around with their headquarters, but we like to at least say we made the attempt. 

Smirk

I’ll say-Metahuman detail is humiliating. I can’t remember the number of times I’ve told rookies to stop shooting after the first bullet….I mean, for crying out loud, if the bullets are bouncing off a guy-what’s the point of wasting ammunition at legitimate tax payer expense. 

Double Down, Double Dead Pt 1

This story is about a man who has been declared legally dead by the state but is very much alive.  He determines to use the Vampire Registration Act to get a legal ID and get legal.

by T.C. Ricks.  Performed by Matt Franklin.

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DOC SHADOWS

(as Inoria, relieved)

Thankyou. I think it is something new, some kind of compound that reflects energy. We need to enter it to open the door and disable their device.

GRENADEMAN

AHA! I have it!

Grenademan goes over to the non existent pad and enters the formula for Reflexium into it. Doc Shadows watches and learns. Doc Shadows then goes to right beside Grenademan and touches his neck like he did Inoria.

DOC SHADOWS

Sleep well friend. I am truly sorry for this. Perhaps I can repair some of the damage I have done before you wake up.

INT. HAWK EYRE. – DAY

Dansen

Hey, you ok? 

Frank

Um…yes, I think I passed out. I feel odd.  

Smirk

Not surprised. Took quite a bump on the forehead. 

Frank

Where am I? 

Dansen

The Hawk Queen’s Eyre. 

Smirk

Ire. 

Dansen

No, it’s pronounced Eyre. 

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HAWKQUEEN

There he is! Get him!

DOC SHADOWS

(as Hawkqueen)

There he is! Get him!

Inoria takes out a whip and slings it out at Hawkqueen, shocking her into unconciousness, caught totally by surprise from behind. Grenademan tosses a smoke grenade. Doc Shadows rushes up toward Inoria, touching the side of her neck. She immediately falls unconscious. Doc Shadows moves through the smoke to appear as Inoria.

DOC SHADOWS

(as Inoria)

Fr…I mean Grenademan, we have found the door, but we’re having trouble getting inside….

Doc Shadows leads Grenademan up to a blank wall, which to Grenademan appears to be an impressive high tech door.

DOC SHADOWS

(as Inoria)

We’re having trouble getting inside. The Forces of Evil have blocked the door. Only the right chemical formula will let us inside.

GRENADEMAN

Why don’t I just blow it up?

DOC SHADOWS

(as Inoria, alarmed)

No, I don’t think that would be a good idea. Its hooked to a Cesium generator. Innocents might be hurt.

GRENADEMAN

Excellent point. What formula do you think it is?

[The 500] Eating the Seed Corn

The crescent wrench was polished with the sweat and tears of the protesters Wa had beaten. He had not done this lightly. His family needed to eat. His grandfather needed medicine. Who were they to accuse him of being an agent of Tyranny?
His father had protested the British when they had left the ‘democratic’ government in place that the mainland was now so ruthlessly exploiting. His grandfather had been on of the earliest architects of the movement for democracy, but the business community had remembered the Shu family’s leanings when the British had been power and slowly business had tapered to nothing.
The family had fallen from grace.
Now his muscled back pounded the concrete barricade the democratic protesters had set up. Each time he put down his wrench chips spun out in a tiny gray galaxy of boring stars. The other ‘agitators’ were putting their first and kicking at the blockade. The police had given up three days ago, and everyone knew it was a matter of time before the troops marched in and shot the protesters.
But it was still taking too long.
So Wa was doing their work for them. Yes, democracy was important. Yes, freedom was important. Freedom would not feed his family. He saw one naive and desperate young woman interpose herself between his wrench and the concrete block which was toppling back and forth from all the bodies pressing against it. Wa brought down his wrench.
He had meant to only hit her on the shoulder, but the idiot put her head in the way. He heard a sickening crunch. He could just drop her here, and in the chaos no one would know the wiser. He took no chances and began to drag the woman out of the crowd, which was no easy task. The bodies pressed against him, the blood flowing from the unconscious woman’s temple.
Did she have brain damage?
It seemed like forever. He had to kick at least two people who got in his way. Where was his wrench now? Eventually, wading through the swamp of humanity, he reached an ambulance. He told the cops that the woman had been wounded. And they loaded her up and took her away.
Then they arrested him. How could they know? But then he realized when he looked around at the protesters in the van with him, haggard faces with eyes all puffed up from pepper spray. These were the democratic idiots. Wa couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.
The universe was cruel and strange.