by Starwynd the Trivia Lad, The Time Trust, Fahrenheit 451, Nowhereman and Kristogar Velo
In the Nowherecave located under San Marino, the statue of Trivia Lad, the Golden Age Mr. Nowhereman's sidekick, cracked open to reveal the actual body of the four-eyed kid champion. The little big hero looked around, went to the Nowhereman detailed diary, and with his superfast reading power became aware of all the history from 1945, when he was seemingly killed by Medusa Lass, to 2000.
I have to find the new Nowhereman, he thought. Then his eyes were attracted by a pile of comics. He avidly read them, dismayed by the contents.
I can't go with this name anymore. I will be a general laughingstock. I have to find a name... something to strike fear in the evildoers...
And then, a puff of wind entered through the open window and shook the star above the Nowhereman Christmas tree, never dismantled since the Christmas of 1993.
"Yes... I will be Starwynd! And now I have only to find Nowhereman!"
Having said that, Starwynd flew off, leaving the window open.
And suddenly, Starwynd was lost. He was in Europe, but the reality stopped at the border. Where were Africa, Asia, the Atlantic Ocean? Outside the border there was nothing. No, not really nothing, there was something else. It was like Europe had been relocated!
Where was Europe? Would Starwynd find a way out? Would Starwynd find his mentor's Modern Age namesake?
The members of the Time Trust were viewing all that was occurring on Earth in the year 2000, from their headquarters in the time stream.
Councillor Five: "I think it's clear to all of us, brothers and sisters, that the continuity problems on the Earth of the MBL have become too great for it to continue existing in its current form..."
Councillor Seven: "Are you suggesting we sic the Arch-Moderator on them?"
Councillor Five: "All I'm suggesting is a little retcon of this world. It's obvious to me it's needed."
Councillor One: "Gentlepeople, gentlepeople... The question of Earth's revision is moot, at this point, as long as our android is still missing. Let us wait and see how the situation is cleared up... And THEN we can erase this world and start over."
All: "AGREED."
The MBL had been stunned as Hardy New-Born was instantaneously aged by a ray of unknown origin, off-camera.
Then Mowhereman returned to haunt Nowhereman. "Guess what Nowhereman?"
Nowhereman: "What?"
Mowhereman: "You are not undead, like a zombie, so that means that I am! Hah! Take that!"
Nowhereman beat Mowhereman until the evil duplicate was no more than dust. "Right. Seeing as New-Born is outta action, I'm making a challenge for leadership of the MBL. Anyone got a problem with that?"
Having dropped off the now-old Hardy New-Born at the James Corrigan Memorial Hospital For Retired Metaheroes, Nowhereman took charge of the MBL and appointed Beer-Drinking Lad the official pilot of the helicopter plane, the Moneypede.
Natsuko: "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
Marv Velo was watching from his energy cage.
"Geez, I knew that my teammates didn't always look like the best guys around, but... now they just look like idiots. Not to mention that they should know that Kid Bucket is dead. We're in trouble. Why is it that they can never focus on one thing at a time?" Velo continued on and on, talking to no one but himself.
Nowhereman: "Right, let's go rescue... errr... What's his name again?"
Money-Grubber: "Who?"
Nowhereman: "The guy from outer space!"
Money-Grubber: "Nope. Still don't know!"
Beer-Drinking Lad: "E.T.?"
Nowhereman: "That'll do. Let's go rescue E.T.!"