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U.N.D.F. The United Nations Defense Force, a conglomerate of earths mightiest heroes banded together to protect their country and countries around the world. Heroes like:
Merf Thompson: The American diamond man. A man so strong that his punches carry the force of ten-THOUSAND......furious midgets. A man who's skin is so tough that it can withstand the force of one-million monkeys flinging poo. A man so agile that he dances with cats. A man who's foot no door can withstand.
The Soviet Comet: Russia's red rebel. Villains beware. know that he does not hit you with boulders. He hits boulders with you. Know that he does not hit you in the face with his hammer. You hit yourself in the face with his hammer. Know that he does not love borscht. Borscht loves him.
The Amphibian: France's frog.
Toronto Gal: Canada's maple sweetness. Her smile is so beautiful it shines with the light of a thousand light bulbs on a dark night. at once. Her hair is so brilliant it's like the softest spun tapioca pudding on a goose feather pillow. Her skin so clear........
*Beep! Beep! Beep! That damn alarm was going off again and John Stacker really did not feel like getting up. Without looking he reached and hit the snooze button on his phone, killing that incessant beeping. He sat up on the couch where he slept last night, too lazy to get take himself to bed. He glanced over at the T.V. where the U.N.D.F. commercial was advertising yet another hero, this one resembling some sort cross between a flamingo and Godzilla from the country of Sweden. John sighed to himself. All his childhood life he had dreamed of having an awesome super power, like the power to fly, super strength, super speed or even super intelligence, hell the ability to talk to animals would have been fine. he got none of that. Instead of being super strong, he was average strong. Instead of being super fast he was average fast, he was average intelligence as well.
*Average. That would best describe John Stacker. He's an average man. He's of average height. he's of average looks; average brown hair, average brown eyes, average ears average nose, average mouth, and average pale skin. Hell even his name- John - was average. That was it, John Stacker was completely, utterly, irrevocably average. Well....he was MOSTLY completely, utterly, irrevocably average.
* Beep! Beep! Beep! There was the alarm clock again. The damn thing wouldn't even let him day dream. John picked his phone and looked at the screen. His paled even more as he noted the time. It was nine thirty and he had to be to work at ten A.M. Jumping to his feet, John moved a fast as his average speed could take him to the bathroom. It would take him twenty minutes to get ready which would leave him him with ten minutes to get to work on time. nowhere near the hour he would need to drive there. Before he left the bathroom John grabbed a bottle of headache relief medicine. Going to his room, John put on his suit and grabbed his carrying case for work. Returning to the living room, John glanced one more time at the commercial now advertising some cyborg wolf-man thing. He sighed yet again, some people were born lucky.
*Stepping out into the hall of the apartment building he lived in, John made his way to the apartment stairway. He glanced around to make sure no one was there. Satisfied that he was all by his lonesome, John took a few steps back and then flung himself down the steps. There was a rush of air and then there was darkness, then there was a throbbing sensation as his head smacked into the door of the maintenance closet that he appeared in. He pulled out the bottle of medicine and took two of the pills. He really needed to invest in a helmet he thought, next paycheck for sure. Opening the closet door John made his way out of the basement to his cubicle and got busy getting to work. Tag who's it? The only rule is that your zero can't have a power that works in the traditional way. The stars are there to signify a new paragraph because it would not let me tab for some reason.
Merf Thompson: The American diamond man. A man so strong that his punches carry the force of ten-THOUSAND......furious midgets. A man who's skin is so tough that it can withstand the force of one-million monkeys flinging poo. A man so agile that he dances with cats. A man who's foot no door can withstand.
The Soviet Comet: Russia's red rebel. Villains beware. know that he does not hit you with boulders. He hits boulders with you. Know that he does not hit you in the face with his hammer. You hit yourself in the face with his hammer. Know that he does not love borscht. Borscht loves him.
The Amphibian: France's frog.
Toronto Gal: Canada's maple sweetness. Her smile is so beautiful it shines with the light of a thousand light bulbs on a dark night. at once. Her hair is so brilliant it's like the softest spun tapioca pudding on a goose feather pillow. Her skin so clear........
*Beep! Beep! Beep! That damn alarm was going off again and John Stacker really did not feel like getting up. Without looking he reached and hit the snooze button on his phone, killing that incessant beeping. He sat up on the couch where he slept last night, too lazy to get take himself to bed. He glanced over at the T.V. where the U.N.D.F. commercial was advertising yet another hero, this one resembling some sort cross between a flamingo and Godzilla from the country of Sweden. John sighed to himself. All his childhood life he had dreamed of having an awesome super power, like the power to fly, super strength, super speed or even super intelligence, hell the ability to talk to animals would have been fine. he got none of that. Instead of being super strong, he was average strong. Instead of being super fast he was average fast, he was average intelligence as well.
*Average. That would best describe John Stacker. He's an average man. He's of average height. he's of average looks; average brown hair, average brown eyes, average ears average nose, average mouth, and average pale skin. Hell even his name- John - was average. That was it, John Stacker was completely, utterly, irrevocably average. Well....he was MOSTLY completely, utterly, irrevocably average.
* Beep! Beep! Beep! There was the alarm clock again. The damn thing wouldn't even let him day dream. John picked his phone and looked at the screen. His paled even more as he noted the time. It was nine thirty and he had to be to work at ten A.M. Jumping to his feet, John moved a fast as his average speed could take him to the bathroom. It would take him twenty minutes to get ready which would leave him him with ten minutes to get to work on time. nowhere near the hour he would need to drive there. Before he left the bathroom John grabbed a bottle of headache relief medicine. Going to his room, John put on his suit and grabbed his carrying case for work. Returning to the living room, John glanced one more time at the commercial now advertising some cyborg wolf-man thing. He sighed yet again, some people were born lucky.
*Stepping out into the hall of the apartment building he lived in, John made his way to the apartment stairway. He glanced around to make sure no one was there. Satisfied that he was all by his lonesome, John took a few steps back and then flung himself down the steps. There was a rush of air and then there was darkness, then there was a throbbing sensation as his head smacked into the door of the maintenance closet that he appeared in. He pulled out the bottle of medicine and took two of the pills. He really needed to invest in a helmet he thought, next paycheck for sure. Opening the closet door John made his way out of the basement to his cubicle and got busy getting to work. Tag who's it? The only rule is that your zero can't have a power that works in the traditional way. The stars are there to signify a new paragraph because it would not let me tab for some reason.
