• Re: NTB: Classic NTB Adventures #373: Wrath of The Administrator Part F

    From Drew Perron@3:633/10 to All on Sunday, May 10, 2026 05:06:49
    Subject: Re: NTB: Classic NTB Adventures #373: Wrath of The Administrator Part Fifteen

    On Sun, May 18, 2025 at 5:07?PM Arthur Spitzer <arspitzer2@gmail.co
    wrote:
    <snip>
    Is it time for the LNH to crash this party (or at
    least wonder why Sig.ago is being called (let me
    get this right?) Chicago?)!

    HELL YEAH

    And is it time for
    The Dvandom Stranger to correct people who
    mistakenly call him Dave -- for that was another
    time so long ago... and he must remain a...

    n.n

    After a week or so, somebody noticed. The plain that had been Chi
    cago
    merely a single week before was swept by a chill wind, a wind that would
    have
    indicated a terrible loss and the presence of great evil in the world, ex
    cept
    for the fact that it would have been there anyway, regardless of what min
    or
    human events had happened in the land that it swept dry. The great pollut
    ed
    lake also waxed fury, lashing the empty coast with waves of sewage, efflu
    ent
    of a city that no longer existed. The great monstrosity of the scenery, a
    nd
    the drama that attended it, was lost on the superheroes.

    Daaaaaaaaaang :o That's a good opening... ah! It's Paul Hardy. n.n

    "Look. We have one missing city. We have one member disappearing
    in
    mysterious circumstances- although that`s nothing new in itself." The Ult
    imate
    Ninja sounded tired. He deeply wished he were somewhere else, fighting a
    foe
    he could see, someone he could punch, gouge, slash, disembowel...

    This is *absolutely* my characterization for him. n.n

    Occultism Kid flinched for several good reasons, most of them han
    ging
    on UN`s sword belt, and looked imploringly at Cliche Dude, who said: "He
    has
    ways of making you talk." He sighed and began.

    X3

    "Look, it's not occult. Weird, yes. Not occult. I`ve tried a few rituals- no psychic influence, no demonic posession, no nothing. All I ca
    n
    tell is that it`s dangerous to go in."

    Hmmmmm yeah, that kinda makes sense, it's more a dimensional thing.

    "So where did Chicago go, then?"
    "Well, I suppose it went... in there..."

    heeheehee

    UN sighed. Endless fight scenes. Interminable crossovers. Trying
    to
    keep the LNH under control. And now this. He could do without the hassle.

    Bad news bro

    "Diane, it`s... 2:34 pm, and I`m approaching what used to be the
    centre
    of Chicago. The satellite reports were right. No traffic jams in the wind
    y
    city. The whole place seems to have disappeared. Strange.

    Oh yeah, this guy. X>

    "Oh, great," said the Ultimate Ninja. "A trenchcoater. Just what
    we
    need." The man walked up to them.
    "I`m Dale Cooper, FBI. You are...?"

    a.) YEP it's just the character from Twin Peaks X>
    b.) I don't think you can be a trenchcoater *and* work for the government.

    "Strange. Have any of you gone in?"
    "No. We think it might be dangerous."
    "What sort of danger?"
    "We don`t know."
    "Great. Well, I`m going in." Cooper went up to the front door, an
    d
    opened it. "Hmm. Smells like coffee." He went in.
    "His problem. Let`s get back to the HQ," said the Ultimate Ninja.

    ...an odd reaction X3 And it just ends there!

    LJ stumbled out of the bar, stil seeing stars. She blinked. There
    was silence. No trenchcoaters arguing, no American revelers, no
    people, period.

    She looked up, and saw a grey sky devoid of stars.

    oh lordy D:


    "Oh shite..." She put a hand to her throbbing head, and tried to recall exactly what had happened. She groaned. "Grim's case. The damned thing
    did something. Bugger all, where is everyone?" She turned back towards Buckets. "Kit?" She called out. Silence. "Bloody hell, *Kit*?"
    she yelled again.

    ooooooh. Good sense of fear and loneliness

    "Shite, Dave, don't sneak up on people like that." The Dvandom Stranger floated two feet off the ground, scowling.

    "I am not Dave, nor will I ever be again. I a merely-"

    "A Stranger, right, I know.

    hehehehehe

    "Which way is the bastard who did all this." Her dark eyes narrowed dangerously. For all her cavaleir attitude back in the bar, she was worr
    ied
    about Kit. He'd been hurt, maybe dying. Someone was going to pay bigtim
    e
    if it came that far.

    HELL YEAH-- tho also she didn't seem very worried about him being hurt
    before. X>; Ah well

    Drew "I thought he could come back after dying but maybe not??" Nilium

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