ArcticAvenue
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On This Day, the city will call out his name. They will cry out in anger. They will curse him, and spit towards the void he has left. Because today, the victor shall be know as:
The Onyx!
The evil genius bested the city’s great heros. He circumvented the weak police force. He subdued the museum’s pathetic security forces. Most impressively, he pulled off his greatest of great heists right next to the unsuspecting and unprepared Silver Wing.
Ah yes, The Onyx’s arch nemisis, Silver Wing. So beloved by the towns folk for his ability to … fly around and beat people up. Flying. What kind of superpower is that really? No one says, “hey, that pigeon, he sure has super powers.” Seriously, just because a guy can strap on a glider to his back doesn’t mean he should be allowed to bully around other people and get a handshake from the governor for doing so. Guys like that are the reasons why they invented football, so they can pick on people their own size. Not that the Onyx is small or weak or …
You know, that’s not the point.
The point is The Onyx has won the day!.
It was quite easy, at least for one with the mechanical skills and the deviancy of The Onyx. The science museum celebrated a new wing with an elaborate ceremony (it’s actually a pretty cool part of the museum if you ever want to go; it has this flume that demonstrates the effect on erosion using sand and flowing water you get to play with, and there is a neat section that breaks down different ways your brain reacts to optical illusions, and they put in a new Tesla coil that can create sparks equivalent to bolts of lighting, it’s all quite neat … erm … if you are Not Evil that is). In order to show how weak and defenceless this city is, The Onyx infiltrated this little gala and stole that which the Silver Wing holds most dear … his Girlfriend Dr. Katrina Kane.
Being the incredible genius he is, The Onyx just used the abandoned rail tunnel under the museum to drive his great coring machine under the exact spot where Dr. Kane would be standing, cut a hole in the floor, and let her drop down into her cell where with a quick escape down the rails would bring her back to his secret lair.
Of course, by ‘secret lair’ it really means the bungalow house in the western suburbs that Murray Black got for a pretty good price right out of college. It had everything he wanted from a place; three bedrooms, two baths, large kitchen, a place for his computers and tv room, a basement that he could turn into his building and working area (not to mention a sectioned off area down there for the *cough* special private gadgets), tall privacy fence, a large garage where he can keep things like the Onxymobile, the Onyxcycle, and if had room to expand in case he wanted to build an Onyxcopter. Oh … and a pool & hot tub cause … you know … in case he ever brought home a girlfriend.
Arriving back at the OnyxLair (or Casa de Onyx … Oooo or Hasecenda De La Onyx!!! … no no, OnyxLair sounds way more sinster, yeah let’s go with OnyxLair) … Anyway, arriving back at the OnyxLair, The Onyx stepped forth from his OnyxCart and prepared to bring forth his prize. He wanted this moment to be profound and intimidating, so he wore his costume meant for show. It was a black bodysuit with black slacks, and black cape. His top was accented along the shoulders to make him look stronger and tougher. Somewhat necessary, since Murray Black was a pretty stringy looking guy of six foot. He wore a black mask that looked like a bandana wrapped around his forehead with eye holes to see; it left his red hair cut short and sleek free, but it seemed a darker red just by all the black he wore. To him, it made The Onyx look like the physical force that matches his mental force, It looked fierce. In fact, the only part of his costume that wasn’t black was the silver forever O blazen across his chest.
Ready to meet his prisoner, he opened the door to the OnyxCart and bellowed: “Welcome, to you’re Doom.”
The Onyx!
The evil genius bested the city’s great heros. He circumvented the weak police force. He subdued the museum’s pathetic security forces. Most impressively, he pulled off his greatest of great heists right next to the unsuspecting and unprepared Silver Wing.
Ah yes, The Onyx’s arch nemisis, Silver Wing. So beloved by the towns folk for his ability to … fly around and beat people up. Flying. What kind of superpower is that really? No one says, “hey, that pigeon, he sure has super powers.” Seriously, just because a guy can strap on a glider to his back doesn’t mean he should be allowed to bully around other people and get a handshake from the governor for doing so. Guys like that are the reasons why they invented football, so they can pick on people their own size. Not that the Onyx is small or weak or …
You know, that’s not the point.
The point is The Onyx has won the day!.
It was quite easy, at least for one with the mechanical skills and the deviancy of The Onyx. The science museum celebrated a new wing with an elaborate ceremony (it’s actually a pretty cool part of the museum if you ever want to go; it has this flume that demonstrates the effect on erosion using sand and flowing water you get to play with, and there is a neat section that breaks down different ways your brain reacts to optical illusions, and they put in a new Tesla coil that can create sparks equivalent to bolts of lighting, it’s all quite neat … erm … if you are Not Evil that is). In order to show how weak and defenceless this city is, The Onyx infiltrated this little gala and stole that which the Silver Wing holds most dear … his Girlfriend Dr. Katrina Kane.
Being the incredible genius he is, The Onyx just used the abandoned rail tunnel under the museum to drive his great coring machine under the exact spot where Dr. Kane would be standing, cut a hole in the floor, and let her drop down into her cell where with a quick escape down the rails would bring her back to his secret lair.
Of course, by ‘secret lair’ it really means the bungalow house in the western suburbs that Murray Black got for a pretty good price right out of college. It had everything he wanted from a place; three bedrooms, two baths, large kitchen, a place for his computers and tv room, a basement that he could turn into his building and working area (not to mention a sectioned off area down there for the *cough* special private gadgets), tall privacy fence, a large garage where he can keep things like the Onxymobile, the Onyxcycle, and if had room to expand in case he wanted to build an Onyxcopter. Oh … and a pool & hot tub cause … you know … in case he ever brought home a girlfriend.
Arriving back at the OnyxLair (or Casa de Onyx … Oooo or Hasecenda De La Onyx!!! … no no, OnyxLair sounds way more sinster, yeah let’s go with OnyxLair) … Anyway, arriving back at the OnyxLair, The Onyx stepped forth from his OnyxCart and prepared to bring forth his prize. He wanted this moment to be profound and intimidating, so he wore his costume meant for show. It was a black bodysuit with black slacks, and black cape. His top was accented along the shoulders to make him look stronger and tougher. Somewhat necessary, since Murray Black was a pretty stringy looking guy of six foot. He wore a black mask that looked like a bandana wrapped around his forehead with eye holes to see; it left his red hair cut short and sleek free, but it seemed a darker red just by all the black he wore. To him, it made The Onyx look like the physical force that matches his mental force, It looked fierce. In fact, the only part of his costume that wasn’t black was the silver forever O blazen across his chest.
Ready to meet his prisoner, he opened the door to the OnyxCart and bellowed: “Welcome, to you’re Doom.”
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