by theory9, locomotor71, the_real_joker1, hourgirlbabe, colintoy, the_indestructible_man
Garcia, D.C., antimatter world:
The laboratory was magnificent, filled with blinking lights and shiny objects. Killer Weed smiled at the confused Theory 9. "Are you ready to be transformed?"
Theory 9 replied nervously, "Whadda ya mean?"
Killer Weed: "We're going to encase your body in a suit of well-nigh indestructible armor... unless you have powers that I don't know about."
Theory 9 thought back to his devastating battle with the Indestructible Man and how the blood transfusion imbued him with the superhuman powers of flight and strengh. Should he reveal this now? "Will I be able to get in and out of it? I am a little claustrophobic..."
Killer Weed: "Yes, yes, of course... it's just that we need you on the east coast as soon as possible."
Theory 9: "Suit me up!"
Killer Weed smiled as they began the process.
MBL Headquarters, MBL's world:
Two figures walked up to the MBL Headquarters: a scary and twisted figure of a man and a redheaded, voluptuous woman. They stood in front of the camera above the front entrance and spoke to anyone who might be inside.
The Jokey One: "Hi! Some of you probably remember me from the latest MBL incarnation, the one that was shut down, as almost all are. I'm a good guy, but I like my toys, and people tell me I have a sick sense of humor."
"Hello, boys, remember me? Got room for a supervixen?" said HourGirl, blowing kisses at the camera. After several long moments with no answer, she said, "Am I in? I joined the MBL, I think!" She giggled. "But I you're still not letting me in... Hmm... Wazzup, TTT-man?" She blew kisses at the camera.
A young man walked up and joined the two. "Hey, Hourgirl! I'm also here." At the blank looks on their faces, he said, "I'm Colony, FYI, and I came to join the MBL."
HourGirl: "Do we have to wait forever? Why don't they let us in?"
Colony: "There should be at least one member on monitor duty. He has noticed us for sure!"
The Jokey One: "Monitor? What monitor? They have no monitors! They use only cell phones! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-hah! I think we should sneak into the headquarters to see what's going on. Let's go!"
Meanwhile, inside the headquarters, Medusa Lass and Time Trustee Tempus were watching the three heroes outside on the new monitor and noted their situation.
Tempus: "What do we do now?"
Medusa Lass: "Simple, fool. Invite them in so I can turn them evil like I turned you evil! The master wants us to cross the antimatter threshold to deal with the MBL there, and we need a heroic presence to avoid scrutiny from the public..."
"Yes, dear, of course..." droned Tempus, walking over to the door.
Medusa Lass: "I love it when you're obsequious."
Tempus opened up the door, and the three saw him standing there.
Colony: "Finally. Hey, TTT, where'd the others disappear to?"
Tempus: "They've gone off on a mission. The two of us are remaining behind for monitor duty."
HourGirl: "Two? I only see... uh-oh..."
Tempus: "Disregard my wife, Medusa Lass. She is... helping us in this endeavor."
The Jokey One: "Well, all righty, then! What do you want us to do? Take over here, go on the other mission, what?"
"Patience, my pale-faced friend. I must confer with my wife briefly..." As Tempus walked back to the monitor womb, the three confered themselves.
Colony: "I dunno. I just don't trust her here in the headquarters."
HourGirl: "Quiet. I think they make a cute couple."
The Jokey One: "Where's the fridge around here?"
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the compound:
Tempus: "What shall we do with them? We're behind preparing the portal for Assbury's troops to come through as it is, and our numbers are needed back on the antimatter world."
Medusa Lass: "Here's an idea: I think those three would make wonderful soldiers for the Meta Syndicate with the proper... control."
Tempus: "Yes..."
The transporter was prepped, and the three heroes were given secretly concocted juice readily (especially the Jokey One, who was really thirsty). The countdown was initiated, and the three were sent across the matter/antimatter boundary.
In the antimatter world, the three, heads buzzing from the drugs, looked up to find themselves in a subterranean lab, with an android cloaked in green and a man in an elaborate suit of armor.
Killer Weed: "Well, well... Looks as if my counterpart is finally learning, eh?"
Theory 9: "Indeed. I'll prep the Psychotron."
Killer Weed: "Yes, let's put Marten's toys to good use making these three... comfortable. And while you prepare the Psychotron, I will call the Mowhereman and Eurotsar. I have to instruct them for their next assault to the MBL team in Los Angeles!"
Theory 9: "I don't know where they are. Mowhereman was in the old lab downstairs, but when I checked, he wasn't there no more."
Killer Weed: "Oh, no! Down there is the stardoor to all the hyper-realities! If he has walked through the door, he could be anywhere now! I send Twice-Twisted Lance to investigate."
Half an hour later, Twice-Twisted Lance walked through the stardoor, a normal-looking wooden door that held the power to cross all realities. He then found himself in a big hangar, empty and dark. After looking around, in a corner of the big room he found two strange things: a big puddle of a yellow, translucent and smelly liquid, and a statue of Mowhereman. What had happened?
In the subterranean laboratory, Killer Weed said, "Finish hooking the three up to the Psychotron!"
"Aye aye," said Theory 9.
The armored neophyte villain finished strapping HourGirl, Colony, and Joker into the machine as Killer Weed began the warm-up cycle.
The Jokey One: "What the hell is...?"
Killer Weed: "We call it the Psychotron. With a combination of hallucinogenic lights and intravenous drugs, we reprogram individuals to serve Hate Assbury. It worked on the remnants of the Mysterymen Board Society here long ago, and now we've upgraded it for your Meta Board League... Have fun."
The three booths locked down and started flashing and agitating.
Colony: "I think I'm gonna whoopsie... urk..."
A few hours later:
Killer Weed: "Any word from Twice-Twisted Lance?"
Theory 9: "Negative. Will the new troops be ready soon?"
"Indeed. They're just finishing their indocrination now..." Killer Weed flipped a switch, and the Psychotron came to a halt. The panels slid up to reveal the three MBLers with vacant, vengeful looks in their eyes.
Theory 9: "HourGirl, Colony, Jokey One... what is your mission?"
Colony: "Serve Hate Assbury..."
Jokey One: "...track down the Indestructible Man..."
HourGirl: "...and destroy his allies in the Meta Board League!"
Killer Weed: "Excellent. T9, take these three to the armory to be equipped and send them to Chicago, Las Vegas, and New Orleans. We're going to offer some new aid to Gun Runner, Viet Khan, and Whore Babylon..."