Hero Hunter
Here’s how this story goes:
Once upon a time in a far-faaaaaaaar galaxy on the planet called Dirt lived a race similar to humans… let’s say a race of humanoids. Like every other planet, this one also had it’s heroes and villains. The most famous of them all was X. There’s a legend that he even managed to beat Superman’s father in the chess game. However, one other very special person lived on that same planet. His name was Z, most dangerous villain of them all, really mean mother f…
A real III-rd WW raged between those two guys. But every time X managed to beat Z. Anyway, one day Z decided to end this stupid fight. At least that’s what he has said to X while talking with him on the telephone. He also said that he wants to come and visit him at his place. “You just come but I’m warning you, if you try anything funny you’ll see ‘Texas massacre with the chain saw’ in full 3D. And I’ll also send you to buy me six-pack and cigarettes” said X. The very next moment there was someone at his doors. KNOCK-KNOCK!! “Who is it?” said X. “It is me, your new best friend.” said familiar voice on the other side. “Oh it is you. WTF is that ugly thing in your hand?” said X. “A present for you as a sign of our new and everlasting friendship. Don’t you like it?” said Z. “NO! And you better be sure that there are no ants in that dirt or else. Put it near that window where my bed is. Come on now, let’s get drunk as skunks. I’ll rape you latter… HA-HA-HAAAAA you look so scared!!! I was just kidding. Don’t worry, you’re not my type!” And that’s how it was. Guys were drinking and talking ‘fisherman’ stories all night long. Somewhere around half past three Z said that he must go home cause he has to wake up early to prepare rock… eergh… SOCKETS for the eyes on that new sculpture he is doing with that super cool software. X didn’t mind cause he was also very tired. While approaching to bed he was thinking “Funny guy, that Z. If he wasn’t who he is I could meet with him more often… but I can’t allow to be seen with the criminal. Newspapers would tear me apart. No, no, no…” So he took off his shirt (but not the superlightweight-extraevilproof-punchabsorbing helmet made of finest Aquirinium) and just when he was ready to lie down… “WTF!!! Fu… plaaaant!!! Aaaaaaaarggh I kneeeeeew iiiit… arrghhhhh”#$%&!!!%%%$####!!!
Sad story. But wait, X is not dead. Oh no. That plant keeps him alive. Actually plant’s creator and the old-new owner, Mr Z does. He waters it every Friday and sometimes, while cleaning the dust with that ostrich-feather-like thing, he even tickles X who lost sense of humor somewhere along the way.
NOTE: Sorry for bad English but I think you got the idea. I did this peace cause I really wanted to be a part of Superhero contest but I couldn’t because of some ‘technical problems’. I hope you like it.
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