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Date Posted: 19:49:15 04/07/03 Mon
Author: Spacegal Jill
Subject: Help Me
In reply to: Terrence Lucian Basil II 's message, "Dead Man's Party" on 19:25:34 03/07/03 Fri

Jill's eyes slammed shut. Was this it? She was about to be murdered by a homicidal "artist" of a crustacean. I'm too young to die! She thought. It's not fair! Jill grimly awaited her oncoming death....

....

Where was it? She opened one eye slowly....

"Yeeeeargh! Insolent whelp!" Cried Rampage. He swung the giant claw wildly, trying to strike a nimble foe. The masked attacker was quick, wielding a pair of long-bladed katars. The scissor-like blades barely scratched Rampage's thick armor where it remained, and even his skeletal structure was well-enforced. However, one crucial blow to the knee....

The green marauder dove out of the tumbling behemoth's way. Rampage gave a snarl as his hands hit the ground, catching himself and quickly returning to his feet. The blow to the knee simply threw off his balance, and nothing more. Jill had taken the time to hide behind a dumpster, to find Paula crawling up beside her.

"Who is that guy?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing...."

The discussion ended abruptly when Rampage's claw knocked the dumpster aside in a failed attempt to swat his foe. "Now this is a chase! You make the hunt so much more worthwhile, little scissor man! But I begin to grow tired of your game...." He hissed. Almost as if in reply, the emerald psuedoswordsman delivered a surprisingly strong flying kick to Rampage's chest. The mammoth machine staggered back, giving the masked man ample time to dart by and grab the pair of damsels in distress. What sort of hero had the agility to not take a single hit in a fight? What sort of hero had the strength to carry a robot and a fat girl? The unknown's amazing dash came to an end at a hotel. He placed Jill and Paula on their feet, and was ready to dart back into the shadows, when Jill caught him by the shoulder.

"Wait! Who are you, some kinda friendly neighborhood Scissor Man?"

The masked man paused. Though his entire face was shrouded under the plate, one could tell he was smiling as he gave a nod. With that, he disappeared into the night. The pair of girls puzzledly entered the hotel...to find Terrence, their benefactor at the front desk.

"Thank God you're all right!" He panted. He seemed winded, but Jill and Paula didn't seem to care. "What happened?!"

"It was amazing! Just as the big...thing was about to get me, the...the...the Scissor Man saved my life! Oh yeah he saved Paula too."

"Gee, thanks. Such a caring friend."

"The important thing it you're safe!" Terrence said, embracing Jill tightly. Paula rolled her optics. "Come now, we're in room 37...." He continued, leading Jill by the hand. Paula reluctantly followed, mumbling something about being desperate and clingy. The trio boarded the elevator, ready to enjoy a well-deserved rest.

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