nanpc (nanpc) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-09-15 03:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event] age swap, batman, captain america, captain marvel, hawkeye i, iron man, scarlet witch, superman |
Finale!
Who: Team Avengers [Superman, Batman, Captain America, Iron Man, Hawkeye I, Ms. Marvel, Scarlet Witch]
Where: The Mojoverse
When: Saturday, September 15
What: Mystery Challenge of Doom (not DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!)
Rating: R
He heard it. The word came down from SWORD that Mojo was a creature who used people from alternate dimensions as performers in his shows as a way to entertain his 'followers'; keeping their interest was how he maintained his powers, just like the ancient gods of Greece or Rome. It was worse than the nielsen ratings, but it gave Superman an idea. Mojo wanted ratings? They could give him ratings.
He had friends at the news station in Metropolis, and even though things had been quiet there recently, with some creative manipulation, it wasn't long before another broadcast - one that wasn't Mojo's - was appearing on local televisions. Superman stood alone on the news stage and as he spoke, his broadcast began to spread as Mojo's interest grew and he shared it with the world.
"Mojo, my name is Superman," he began, politely, but with steely determination. "Earth is my home and I am one of those who protect the people who live here. You've been playing with us for a week, but now we'd like to issue a challenge to you. I will lead any Avengers who will follow me against whatever you want to throw at us, on one condition - if we win, you have to leave our planet, and our dimension, after restoring everything to the way it was before you got here."
Superman waited for a reply, not sure, if Mojo accepted, if he would just disappear, how the other Avengers would make their intent known, how it would work at all. Then he added, hoping to entice Mojo into responding, "It would be a great spectacle."
The image of the teenage Superman blurred with static, than disappeared, replaced by the hideous visage of Mojo. "Challenge accepted," he chortled gleefully. "But you're limited to a team of seven - fair's fair, you know." That made him laugh so hard, he almost fell out of his support. "Avengers, if you want to follow this... shorter drink of water, speak up! I can seeee youuuu..."
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It didn't take long. Several minutes later, the pull happened and seven teenaged Avengers found themselves standing in... New York. Except it was a Manhattan that was dead silent. Cars appeared to have been abandoned, often in the middle of the road, doors open, many damaged. Stores were empty, but not locked, houses and apartments seemed abandoned, too. Papers blew down the street unchecked and although birds flew in the sky, no dogs or cats could be seen nor heard.
The first zombie came around the corner between a theatre and a hotel. It didn't move with great speed, but neither was it incredibly slow. The steady pace could become a problem were it joined by more and a mob formed... which was the case further up Seventh Ave. A crowd of zombies moved ever closer, the stench growing as they came near. But it was the single zombie that would give them a clue as to the real horror they faced. As she stumbled closer, they would recognize the costume, the hair, and at last the face of Bobbie Morse.
In the mob, more faces would begin to appear: Lois Lane-Lent, Dick Grayson, Pietro Maximoff, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff - friends, family, lovers, children, brothers, sisters, teammates - all the living people they cared for most who would cause them the most pain to see harmed.
"Let's gooo, on with the shooooow!" Mojo laughed.