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Megasuperguy CYOA P3
Which button should I press? Damn this complicated machinery in all of its intricateness! You mock me with your indeciferable design and your flashing lights...
-Meganormalguy looks at the radio that the manager gave him, then back to the panel of buttons.
I can not call the manager for he will think I am incompetant. But I can not also push random buttons because I might destroy the sensitive machinery. What is a superhero to do?
-Meganormalguy removes his glasses and picks up the two pieces of heavy steel. His eyes shine bright and instantly two red beams of heat shoot out of his eyes and onto the beams, connecting them together permanently. For the next 2 hours he welds the pieces of metal together with the beams from his eyes, carefully putting them back on the production line where they were.
A TV is on in the distance and the channel 7 news at noon comes on. While he is in the middle of welding a couple beams, a news flash bulletin comes up
Megasuperguy CYOA P2
-Megasuperguy mulls over the choices. While he is doing this, The Saint Bernard decides to make a sandwich.
-10 minutes later
Yes! Three choices... But taking rewards is out as it goes against every grain of moral fiber I digest and I couldn't stand moving in with my mother again so I shall get a job!
The Saint Bernard
(from the living room holding a remote watching TV)
Yeah great, you do that...
-The next day, 8:30 AM
-Megasuperguy is dressed in a full gray 3-piece suit, complete with glasses and a fedora. As he hovers down the street, he keeps his eyes open for a job that is worthy of his intellect and dedication to humanity.
(thinking to himself)
So... The mayor's office has banned me from their premesis and the police laughed at me for wanting to be the cheif of police. "No experience" my aunt Fanny! Hey, I wonder if this is how supervillians are formed?
-After a few more minutes of hovering, Megasuperguy spots the Slacksburg automobile factor
Megasuperguy CYOA P1
-At the Megasuperhideout, an apartment at the west end of town... Megasuperguy and his drunken canine friend, The Saint Bernard, are waiting for the stench of evil to sour their pallettes and call them to action.
-Megasuperguy fiddles with the toaster, trying to pull out a burnt piece of toast with a fork. Electricity surges through him but he seems unaffected.
Foul machine! Release my breakfast at once or I'll be forced to dispense fresh creamery justice on you!
-The toast pops up and flies onto the floor. The Saint Bernard walks in.
The Saint Bernard
I see the struggle with evil is going well.
Good always triumphs in the end. Now, pass me the jelly my inebriated canine friend.
-The Saint Bernard opens the fridge door then looks over to Megasuperguy.
The Saint Bernard
We're out of jelly.
What? How am I supposed to defend the common man with just a piece of blackened toast? I must have jelly on my crime fighting fu
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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