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And we're back in the past and can check the eyrie archive
once again.
Here's where you can find this and more Marvel_Zombie Lad Action:
https://archives.eyrie.org/racc/lnh/Miniseries/Marvel_Zombie/
Here's the first two issues of the Marvel_Zombie Lad: Into the Void
Miniseries by Benjamin R Pierce!
Is it time for Marvel Zombie Lad to be dead again?! Is it time
for Marvel Zombie Lad to be puzzled by a reference to some character
that isn't a Marvel Character?!! And does The Beyonder have a
Porn Name?!!!!
Find out in...
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ADVENTURES #388
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Marvel_Zombie Lad: Into the Void Part One
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From:
v124jw4y@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
MARVEL_ZOMBIE LAD LIMITED SERIES:
INTO THE VOID
Issue 1
Marvel_Zombie Lad awoke aware of two things. The first was that he had
fully
expected to be dead...again. His last memory was of a threat more powerful, more horrible, more insurmountable than any he had ever confronted. He had faced supervillains whose power levels dwarfed his own and emerged
victorious,
but even his mystic might could not defend him from...the cancellation of
his limited series. And yet, he was still alive (as alive as he ever got,
being undead)...
The second thing was that he had a splitting headache. Wincing, he slowly
sat up to study his surroundings.
His first impression of the terrain he now found himself in was that it
was
a featureless grey void, stretching off to infinity. The only source of
color
he could see was himself...and even his own form seemed muted, as if viewed through a grey filter (not that it was particularly colorful to begin with, considering Marvel_Zombie Lad's penchant for black.) As he studied the
effect
the void had had on him, something moving at the edge of his vision caught
his
attention. With his usual zombie-like reflexes, he whirled to face this possible menace.
The creature which confronted him hardly looked like a threat, though. As
a
matter of fact, it looked like a...turtle? Yes, it was definitely a bipedal, anthropomorphic turtle, armed with a lajatang, a Japanese pole weapon. A
mask covered the turtle's eyes, and a weapons harness covered its body. It studied him for a minute, then said, "You're new, right?"
Somewhat taken aback by the creature's matter-of-fact tone, Marvel_Zombie
Lad
replied, "Err...yes. Just arrived, in fact." He paused. "Where am I,
anyway?"
The turtle smirked (as much as a turtle can smirk) and said "Between here
and
there. This is the limbo where comic book characters go when they
temporarily
fade out of existence...you know, between reincarnations and the like.
Usually,
it's not a very long stay, and almost every character passes through here at one point or another...hey, we even had the Big Blue Guy (tm) here for a
little
while just recently...but occasionally, one of us gets stuck here for a good long while. Some of us forever. Take me, for example.
"You? I don't get it. Granted, the turtles have lost popularity, but..."
Marvel_Zombie Lad was cut off by his companion. "I never got any of that popularity. I was cut before they got the project off the ground...there
were
originally supposed to be five of us. Oh, by the way, I'm Picasso...hiya."
The turtle stuck out a three-fingered hand. Marvel_Zombie Lad took it. "Marvel_Zombie Lad."
Picasso nodded. "Pleased to meet you, Lad...and welcome to the Fandom
Zone."
*END CHAPTER 1*
From:
v124jw4y@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Subject: Marvel_Zombie Lad: Into the Void, Part II
Date: Wed, 6 Oct 1993 05:21:00 GMT
MARVEL_ZOMBIE LAD: INTO THE VOID
Part II
Marvel_Zombie Lad's mind was awash in confusion and a strange sense of
deja
vu as he followed Picasso, his diminutive green guide, through the swirling mists of the void known as the Fandom Zone. "They finally get me out of that stupid C.O.M.A.," he refleced silently to himself, "And I immediately wind
up in yet another featureless grey void. What is it with me and grey voids? Does the artist not like drawing backgrounds, or..."
He broke off his reverie suddenly as he realized that the void around him was no longer featureless. The mists had begun to give way to streets,
walls,
and sidewalks. In fact, the whole of the void around him resembled nothing
so
much as...
"Pittsburgh!?"
Picasso nodded. "Yeah. The whole city wound up here after an alternate universe experiment by one of the Big Companies (tm). It flopped massively,
and the city wound up here. This is mostly where we hang out now..."
Marvel_Zombie Lad looked around himself in bewliderment. It was, indeed, Pittsburgh, but changed...many of the buildings had an alien, altered look
to
them. A great deal of machinery which was similar in appearance to the
devices
in Kid Kirby's lab was in evidence, and Marvel_Zombie Lad mentioned it to Picasso, who nodded and said:
"Yeah, leftover relics of the old days...we got it wholesale. It forms
the
technological backbone of our society...it can be modified to do practically anything, we think maybe because nobody was ever sure what any of it was s'posed
to do in the first place...oh, here's someone I want you to meet. Hey, SI, we've
got a newbie here." Picasso motioned to an individual clad in a bizarre- looking, but strangely familiar, suit of high-tech armor in red, gold,
silver,
and grey. The parts were all strangely discontinuous, as if the armor had
been
pieced together from a variety of similar sources, and topped with a
ridiculous
looking red-and-gold helmet with a riveted-on nosepiece.
"Marvel_Zombie Lad, meet Scrap Iron Man. Scrappy, this is Marvel_Zombie
Lad,
fresh from the Looniverse."
Marvel_Zombie Lad solemnly shook hands with the scratchbuilt warrior. "Pleased to meet you, Scrap Iron Man. You know, I could swear I've seen you before..."
Scrap Iron Man nodded. "You have...well, pieces of me at various times, anyway. See, I'm sort of the embodiment of all the discarded ideas from one particular character...the costume changes that didn't work..." He
indicated
the nosepiece on the mask. "...the powers that were esoteric or just plain silly...you know how it is. So I have a suit of armor with a thousand weird powers."
"Such as?" Marvel_Zombie Lad was genuinely curious as to what sort of
powers would be discarded by an armored hero as silly.
"Well, let's see," said the armored hero, "I have a reverse magnetic beam which allows me to stick to metal ceilings. I have a pair of built-in roller skates. Freon capsules, five dozen energy adaptors for specific forms of
energy
which will never again be seen in the multiverse, drills for travelling
under
ground...you get the picture. And those are the more useful ones."
Marvel_Zombie Lad nodded..."You're right. Those are pretty dumb powers."
"Tell me about it. But what can I...oh, hi Beav. How's tricks?"
The individual Scrap Iron Man was addressing was short, about 5'6", with
a muscular, powerful build, clad in a costume which resembled nothing so
much
as a humanoid beaver. A wide, flat tail twitched as he walked, and a cowl designed to resemble a beaver's head covered much of his face. He smoked a large
cheap cigar, which he took out of his mouth as he scowled at Scrap Iron Man. "Same as usual. Rotten. How else would they be going?"
Picasso stepped in. "Marvel_Zombie Lad, Rabid Beaver. Rabid, here, was
the
original concept for a later character which gained a lot of popularity.
He's
kinda bitter about it."
Rabid Beaver spat. "Damn straight I'm bitter. You would be, too, if you'd been screwed over like that. I mean, I'm as mean and gritty as he is. I have
a healing factor. I'm just as nasty in a fight as he is, with these--" He opened his mouth. WIth a loud, "SNAKT!" two shining metallic beaver-teeth snapped into place from within his mouth. "...eefn iph fey do merk ifh herd
to tawk." The teeth retracted, and Rabid Beaver resumed his original surly expression. "But noooo. A rabid beaver's not a good enough violent, crochety northwoods animal for 'em. Gotta go with something else. Bah."
Rabid Beaver ground out his stogie, immediately producing a fresh one. Marvel_Zombie Lad sighed. "There has to be some way out of here...a
loophole,
something that's been overlooked..."
Picasso looked thoughtful. "There may be. But it's dangerous."
Marvel_Zombie Lad, Scrap Iron Man, and Rabid Beaver all looked at the
turtle sharply. "There is?" "I thought you said..." "But howcome I've never heard..."
Picasso scowled. "Quiet, quiet! Like I said, there is, but there's a lot
of risk involved...which is why I've never mentioned it before. I'm not even sure of the details myself...but maybe, just maybe, our combined abilities
will be enough to get us through. But we'll need info. And that means
visiting
the one being who knows more about the workings of the Fandom Zone than
anyone.
Scrap Iron Man looked stricken. "You don't mean..."
"Yes." Picasso nodded grimly. "We'll need to visit...the Behinder."
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=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0Marvel_Zombie Lad: Into the Void = Part One<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 = =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D<br><br><br><br>From: <a href=3D"mailto:
v124jw4y@ubvms.cc.bu= ffalo.edu">
v124jw4y@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu</a> (Benjamin R Pierce)<br><br>MAR= VEL_ZOMBIE LAD LIMITED SERIES:<br>INTO THE VOID<br>Issue 1<br><br><br>=C2=
=A0 Marvel_Zombie Lad awoke aware of two things. The first was that he had = fully<br>expected to be dead...again. His last memory was of a threat more = powerful,<br>more horrible, more insurmountable than any he had ever confro= nted. He had<br>faced supervillains whose power levels dwarfed his own and = emerged victorious,<br>but even his mystic might could not defend him from.= ..the cancellation of<br>his limited series. And yet, he was still alive (a=
s alive as he ever got, <br>being undead)...<br>=C2=A0 The second thing was=
that he had a splitting headache. Wincing, he slowly <br>sat up to study h=
is surroundings.<br>=C2=A0 His first impression of the terrain he now found=
himself in was that it was<br>a featureless grey void, stretching off to i= nfinity. The only source of color<br>he could see was himself...and even hi=
s own form seemed muted, as if viewed<br>through a grey filter (not that it=
was particularly colorful to begin with,<br>considering Marvel_Zombie Lad&= #39;s penchant for black.) As he studied the effect<br>the void had had on = him, something moving at the edge of his vision caught his<br>attention. Wi=
th his usual zombie-like reflexes, he whirled to face this<br>possible mena= ce.<br>=C2=A0 The creature which confronted him hardly looked like a threat=
, though. As a<br>matter of fact, it looked like a...turtle? Yes, it was de= finitely a bipedal,<br>anthropomorphic turtle, armed with a lajatang, a Jap= anese pole weapon. A<br>mask covered the turtle's eyes, and a weapons h= arness covered its body. It<br>studied him for a minute, then said, "Y= ou're new, right?"<br>=C2=A0 Somewhat taken aback by the creature&= #39;s matter-of-fact tone, Marvel_Zombie Lad<br>replied, "Err...yes. J= ust arrived, in fact." He paused. "Where am I, anyway?"<br>= =C2=A0 The turtle smirked (as much as a turtle can smirk) and said "Be= tween here and<br>there. This is the limbo where comic book characters go w= hen they temporarily<br>fade out of existence...you know, between reincarna= tions and the like. Usually,<br>it's not a very long stay, and almost e= very character passes through here at<br>one point or another...hey, we eve=
n had the Big Blue Guy (tm) here for a little<br>while just recently...but = occasionally, one of us gets stuck here for a good<br>long while. Some of u=
s forever. Take me, for example.<br>=C2=A0 "You? I don't get it. G= ranted, the turtles have lost popularity, but..."<br>=C2=A0 Marvel_Zom= bie Lad was cut off by his companion. "I never got any of that <br>pop= ularity. I was cut before they got the project off the ground...there were<= br>originally supposed to be five of us. Oh, by the way, I'm Picasso...= hiya." <br>=C2=A0 The turtle stuck out a three-fingered hand. Marvel_Z= ombie Lad took it.<br>"Marvel_Zombie Lad."<br>=C2=A0 Picasso nodd= ed. "Pleased to meet you, Lad...and welcome to the Fandom Zone."<= br><br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=
=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0*END CHAPTER 1*<br><br>From: <a href= =3D"mailto:
v124jw4y@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu">
v124jw4y@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu</a>=
(Benjamin R Pierce)<br>Subject: Marvel_Zombie Lad: Into the Void, Part II<= br>Date: Wed, 6 Oct 1993 05:21:00 GMT<br><br>MARVEL_ZOMBIE LAD: INTO THE VO= ID<br>Part II<br><br><br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0Marvel_Zombie Lad's mind was awas=
h in confusion and a strange sense of deja<br>vu as he followed Picasso, hi=
s diminutive green guide, through the swirling<br>mists of the void known a=
s the Fandom Zone. "They finally get me out of that<br>stupid C.O.M.A.= ," he refleced silently to himself, "And I immediately wind<br>up=
in yet another featureless grey void. What is it with me and grey voids?<b= r>Does the artist not like drawing backgrounds, or..."<br>=C2=A0 =C2= =A0He broke off his reverie suddenly as he realized that the void around hi= m<br>was no longer featureless. The mists had begun to give way to streets,=
walls,<br>and sidewalks. In fact, the whole of the void around him resembl=
ed nothing so<br>much as...<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0"Pittsburgh!?"<br>=C2= =A0 =C2=A0Picasso nodded. "Yeah. The whole city wound up here after an=
alternate <br>universe experiment by one of the Big Companies (tm). It flo= pped massively,<br>and the city wound up here. This is mostly where we hang=
out now..."<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0Marvel_Zombie Lad looked around himself i=
n bewliderment. It was, indeed,<br>Pittsburgh, but changed...many of the bu= ildings had an alien, altered look to <br>them. A great deal of machinery w= hich was similar in appearance to the devices<br>in Kid Kirby's lab was=
in evidence, and Marvel_Zombie Lad mentioned it to <br>Picasso, who nodded=
and said:<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0"Yeah, leftover relics of the old days...we=
got it wholesale. It forms the<br>technological backbone of our society...=
it can be modified to do practically<br>anything, we think maybe because no= body was ever sure what any of it was<br>s'posed<br>to do in the first = place...oh, here's someone I want you to meet. Hey, SI,<br>we've<br= >got a newbie here." =C2=A0Picasso motioned to an individual clad in a=
bizarre-<br>looking, but strangely familiar, suit of high-tech armor in re=
d, gold, silver,<br>and grey. The parts were all strangely discontinuous, a=
s if the armor had been<br>pieced together from a variety of similar source=
s, and topped with a<br>ridiculous<br>looking red-and-gold helmet with a ri= veted-on nosepiece.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0"Marvel_Zombie Lad, meet Scrap Iro=
n Man. Scrappy, this is Marvel_Zombie<br>Lad,<br>fresh from the Looniverse.= "<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0Marvel_Zombie Lad solemnly shook hands with the scra= tchbuilt warrior. <br>"Pleased to meet you, Scrap Iron Man. You know, =
I could swear I've seen you<br>before..."<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0Scrap Ir=
on Man nodded. "You have...well, pieces of me at various times,<br>any= way. See, I'm sort of the embodiment of all the discarded ideas from on= e<br>particular character...the costume changes that didn't work...&quo=
t; =C2=A0He indicated<br>the nosepiece on the mask. "...the powers tha=
t were esoteric or just plain<br>silly...you know how it is. So I have a su=
it of armor with a thousand weird<br>powers."<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0"Su=
ch as?" Marvel_Zombie Lad was genuinely curious as to what sort of <br= >powers would be discarded by an armored hero as silly.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0&qu= ot;Well, let's see," said the armored hero, "I have a reverse=
magnetic beam<br>which allows me to stick to metal ceilings. I have a pair=
of built-in roller<br>skates. Freon capsules, five dozen energy adaptors f=
or specific forms of<br>energy<br>which will never again be seen in the mul= tiverse, drills for travelling under<br>ground...you get the picture. And t= hose are the more useful ones."<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0Marvel_Zombie Lad nodd= ed..."You're right. Those are pretty dumb powers."<br>=C2=A0 = =C2=A0"Tell me about it. But what can I...oh, hi Beav. How's trick= s?"<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0The individual Scrap Iron Man was addressing was s= hort, about 5'6", with<br>a muscular, powerful build, clad in a co= stume which resembled nothing so much<br>as a humanoid beaver. A wide, flat=
tail twitched as he walked, and a cowl<br>designed to resemble a beaver= 9;s head covered much of his face. He smoked a<br>large<br>cheap cigar, whi=
ch he took out of his mouth as he scowled at Scrap Iron Man.<br>"Same =
as usual. Rotten. How else would they be going?"<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0Picas=
so stepped in. "Marvel_Zombie Lad, Rabid Beaver. Rabid, here, was the<= br>original concept for a later character which gained a lot of popularity.=
He's<br>kinda bitter about it."<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0Rabid Beaver spat=
. "Damn straight I'm bitter. You would be, too, if you'd<br>be=
en screwed over like that. I mean, I'm as mean and gritty as he is. I h= ave<br>a healing factor. I'm just as nasty in a fight as he is, with th= ese--" He <br>opened his mouth. WIth a loud, "SNAKT!" two sh= ining metallic beaver-teeth<br>snapped into place from within his mouth. &q= uot;...eefn iph fey do merk ifh herd<br>to tawk." =C2=A0The teeth retr= acted, and Rabid Beaver resumed his original surly<br>expression. "But=
noooo. A rabid beaver's not a good enough violent, crochety<br>northwo= ods animal for 'em. Gotta go with something else. Bah."<br>=C2=A0 = =C2=A0Rabid Beaver ground out his stogie, immediately producing a fresh one= .<br>Marvel_Zombie Lad sighed. "There has to be some way out of here..=
.a loophole,<br>something that's been overlooked..."<br>=C2=A0 =C2= =A0Picasso looked thoughtful. "There may be. But it's dangerous.&q= uot;<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0Marvel_Zombie Lad, Scrap Iron Man, and Rabid Beaver al=
l looked at the<br>turtle sharply. "There is?" "I thought yo=
u said..." "But howcome I've never <br>heard..."<br>=C2=
=A0 =C2=A0Picasso scowled. "Quiet, quiet!=C2=A0 Like I said, there is,=
but there's a lot<br>of risk involved...which is why I've never me= ntioned it before. I'm not even<br>sure of the details myself...but may= be, just maybe, our combined abilities<br>will be enough to get us through.=
But we'll need info. And that means visiting<br>the one being who know=
s more about the workings of the Fandom Zone than<br>anyone.<br>=C2=A0 =C2= =A0Scrap Iron Man looked stricken. "You don't mean..."<br>=C2= =A0 =C2=A0"Yes." Picasso nodded grimly. "We'll need to v= isit...the Behinder."<br><br><br><br><br>=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D<br><br>Next Week: =C2=A0More Marvel_Zombie Lad Action!!!<br><br>=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D<br><br>Arthur "Same Classic Channel.=C2=A0 Bu=
t Same Time?=C2=A0 Probably not." Spitzer <br><br><br></div>
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