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Post by John Roche on Dec 28, 2003 23:46:39 GMT -5
Front cover:
Shot of PT Midnite in a room under a table as Jared Steele rushes at Prodigy. In the corner you see the words "ENTER... THE A.L.C.~!"
Page 1:
Single panel with an abandoned radio station out in the desert. You can see a series of crackling voice boxes on the screen. "People think that all is calm, going through their lives with blinders on." "They stand ignorant of the corruption around us, of the threat to freedom that exists all around us." "Every day, our freedom is threatened by supremacists... those who would reign sovereign over everybody else." "With this, life is becoming more and more unbearable for those of us caught in their war on mankind." "And when life becomes unbearable..."
Page 2: Top Panel: Show PT Midnite in a booth with a microphone.
"...One must become Anti-Life."
Middle Panel: Barbara Vixen, Gaylord "Greg" Focker, and Z-Bo (pronounced Zeeboe) stand at the mix table near Midnite.
Midnite: I'm PT Midnite, and you're on WALC--All Anti-Life, All the Time. We are the only ones with the guts to tell it like it is, SS be damned. At the top of the hour, we'll have Z-Bo telling you how you can get the word out, and some serious disc-spinning by the baddest mother around, Greg Focker.
Bottom Panel: Outside the station, you see Prodigy standing at the entrance with a cellular phone to his ear. A lone goon with a "Serveaux" name-tag is with him.
Prodigy: Here's the source of the signal. Maybe I should let them know how dangerous a game they're playing with this little pirate radio adventure?
Blaze (through the phone): No, Prodigy. I was never a fan of baseball. Just take them off the air...
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Top Panel shows Z-Bo talking on the mic.
Blaze (continued from the last page): ... permanently.
Z-Bo: Now, this is going to sound crazy to you listening at home, but I think I heard somebody outside. This could be anybody--our adoring fans, the FCC, even the SS. *presses button that creates "BOOOOOO!" sound effect* Vixen, you better get the door.
Middle Panel: Barbara Vixen going to the door.
Vixen: Get the door, my... *knocks on door* Who is it? Prodigy (off-screen): Candy-gram. Vixen: (under breath) Son of a... *opens door* Who the... Prodigy: Hello, we're here to see a Mr. Midnite. We're here to give him a prize for his achievements in broadcasting...
Bottom Panel: Close-up of Prodigy's face Prodigy: ...a one-way ticket to oblivion.
Page 4: Full-page panel of Vixen running away from Prodigy. Prodigy is now fully in the building, looking subtly to the exit.
Prodigy: LOCK THE DOOR, SERVEAUX!
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Post by John Roche on Jan 10, 2004 22:13:23 GMT -5
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Top panel: Barbara Vixen runs into the production room, where PT Midnite is sitting back, relaxing as Z-Bo runs his mouth. Greg Focker is standing by, listening and keeping his eye on the buttons (somebody has to, after all).
Vixen: Huff... huff... Sovereign... Focker: Huh? Vixen: ...behind... huff... run... Midnite: Z-Bo, this day was bound to happen sooner or later. Call Sugar-Man, have him get the van ready. We ride.
Bottom Left Panel:
Vixen: Small problem, PT. The door's locked. Midnite: Damn. I guess all we can do is...
Bottom Right Panel:
Midnite(in voice box from last panel): ...wait for an opening. Jared Steele standing outside, looking at the door with Serveaux.
Steele: Now Blaze wants to become the king of radio? Serveaux: You must be one of those Cannonball clowns. I can't let you in without a ticket. Steele: Well, here's my ticket...
Page 6: Top left: Steele: But I can PUNCH it myself! *Steele punches out Serveaux* Top right: Steele fishes a key out of Serveaux's pocket. Steele: Now, let's see what's inside.
Bottom: Prodigy is looking through the halls of the station. Prodigy: Here I come, ready or not! We can see Vixen and Midnite in a dark corner, tensely looking in Prodigy's general direction. Midnite (whisper): In case we don't get out of this alive, Barb, I just want... Vixen (hiss-whisper): Shut up. Just shut up.
Page 7: Top Left: Z-Bo and Focker run past Steele. Z-Bo: What're we gonna do?! The Sovereign Supremacy's running wild on us!
Top Center: Steele enters the room that Prodigy is in. Steele: Picking on children, Prodigy? You've reached a new low. Prodigy: Not as low as you're about to reach...
Top right: Prodigy punches Steele in the gut, knocking him into the wall. Prodigy: ... six feet under!
Bottom left: Vixen: Make yourself useful, Midnite! Midnite: He'll kill me! Vixen: He'll kill you anyway, now go!
Bottom right: Midnite tackles Prodigy from behind. Prodigy: Son of a--you're a dead man!
Page 8: Top left panel: Steele sweeps Prodigy flat onto his back. Steele: Not today he isn't. Midnite: How are we gonna get out?
Top right: Steele: The same way I got in. Vixen: But I thought it was... Steele: Let's just say I had the key in my fist. Vixen: What about Z-Bo and Focker?
Bottom: Outside, as the ALC van pulls up. Midnite (in voice box): They'll catch up. Z-Bo: Sugar-Man, my brother! We gotta get out of here. SM: Let's take the zoom-zoom to the sugar rush!
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Post by John Roche on Feb 25, 2004 0:40:01 GMT -5
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Top panel: narration: Meanwhile, back with the Cannonballers on a jet... Steele: So, what's your story? Midnite: I found out about the Sovereign Supremacy when I was a tender lad of 13. They had taken over an old steel mill in Pittsburgh, near where I lived. I passed by, and I saw them making androids. Vixen: He told his parents, they put him in Knobbs.
Middle panel, left: Steele: Knobbs?
Middle panel, right: Vixen: Brian Knobbs' Home for the Randomly Insane. They thought he was losing it.
Bottom Panel: Vixen (sotto voce): But just between you and me, I don't think he ever had it. Midnite: HEY! ... Anyway, like she said, they sent me to Knobbs and I met a bunch of guys who had seen similar SS activity. They had all been locked up like me, and when we broke out, we decided to spread the word however we could, one city at a time.
Page 10 Top panel: Steele: So, you've been going from town to town, hooking up abandoned radio stations and telling people about the SS, I take it? Vixen: Yeah, that's about the long and short of it. Steele: You realize that what you've been doing is very much frowned upon to say the least, correct? That if the FCC catches you, you'll be so heavily fined that you'll wind up working off the debt 10 years after you die?
Middle panel: Midnite: Well, yeah. Some things are just worth the trouble. Steele: Good... that makes the next part of this conversation much more pertinent. Vixen: What do you mean? Steele: Well, we're willing to offer you immunity if you tell us everything you know about the Sovereign Supremacy. The FCC doesn't have to know about this. Vixen: Are you blackmailing us?
Bottom panel: Steele: No. If I wanted to turn you in, we'd be at the nearest police station by now. Midnite: You've got us there, I guess. Vixen: Right now, our greatest concern is being caught by the SS. Steele: Trust me; they'll never be able to catch us. This jet is state of the art.
Page 11 Top panel: Blaze: Prodigy, report! Prodigy: We ran into a little snag... Blaze: Dammit! You have to find them! Prodigy: I'll just activate the Heuristic Analytical Dynamic Lifeform Indicator. There are some tire tracks here. HADLI can indicate where they're headed. *clicks button*
Middle panel: (in box) HADLI: Scanning,,,,, In Sugarman's bus... Sugarman: So where to, Z-Bo? Z: Let's see; I always wanted to go to Vegas. Focker: Can you guys get serious for a second? We're running from our lives from people who we got locked in a nuthouse trying to expose, and every second counts. Sugarman: Seriously, though, we haven't been to Vegas, and they're bound to have an abandoned station there somewhere.
Bottom panel: in sidebox: Back to Steele... Steele: You said there were three others in your group. Do you know where they are? Vixen: They have a bus, and they'd be headed to the nearest city to regroup. From here, the nearest city is Las Vegas.
Page 12: Top panel: Roche at Cannonball HQ West Coast (LA): Steele, report! Steele: This is Steele. Roche: Did you get the kids? Steele: Two out of five ain't bad, from what I hear. But we have a bead on the other three right now. They should be headed to Vegas. Roche: Good. I'll head out there as soon as I can.
Middle panel: narration box: en route to Vegas, on a dirt road... Prodigy (over the intercom): Radd, they're headed your way. J. Radd: Excellent. *reaches into pocket*
Bottom panel, left: J. Radd throws caltrops onto the road. J. Radd: End of the line, punks.
Bottom panel, right: Just a shot of the Sugarvan headed towards the caltrops-infested road.
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Post by John Roche on Feb 23, 2005 16:26:04 GMT -5
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Top Panel: *PSSSSH* The Sugarvan hits the caltrops and spins out of control.
Middle Left Panel: The Sugarvan is lying on its side. J-Rad is approaching the van. J-Rad: Well, well, well. You've all been very bad children. Trying to escape from the Home, and now this...
Middle Right Panel: J-Rad is brandishing a katana. J-Rad: You just won't cut out this foolishness... so I'll have to do it myself! Off-screen voice: This is a new low, J-Rad... even for you.
Bottom Panel: Split vertically, one side showing J-Rad's face, the other showing Roche's. Roche: Why don't you pick on someone your own size?
Page 14: Full-page shot of J-Rad and Roche staring each other down. Roche: I knew I'd see the ALC here, but I never thought I'd see you. J-Rad: We're linked for life, pal. Ever since you scarred me, I've been waiting to return the favor. Roche: You double-crossed me when Blaze tried to use the MBWF as a front for his activities*! J-Rad: Whatever your reason was, it ends now! Roche: At least we agree on something.
*Look for more about this in the wOw: Roche Special! Out whenever I get around to it.
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Top panel: Roche and J-Rad lunge at each other, hands chenched. J-Rad: It's been too long since I could get my hands on you. But to get revenge, I'd wait until the heat-death of the universe!
Middle-left panel: Close-up of J-Rad's foot tripping Roche.
Middle-center panel: J-Rad and Roche fall, Roche first
Middle-right panel: Roche's feet are in J-Rad's stomach.
Bottom-left panel: Roche monkey-flips J-Rad. Roche: That's fine...
Bottom-right panel: Roche leaps at J-Rad. Roche: Because I'm in no hurry either!
Page 16: Top-left panel: Roche throws a right punch at J-Rad.
Top-middle panel: Roche's fist falls short.
Top-right panel: Roche lands a heel kick on J-Rad.
Middle panel: Z-Bo, Focker and Sugarman get out of the van. Focker: Can you see anything? Sugarman: Take a pill, "Gaylord." Focker: You're one to talk... And don't call me "Gaylord"!
Bottom-left panel: Roche leaps back towards the van. Roche: You those kids? Focker: We're not kids... we're the ALC!
Bottom-right panel: Roche looks at the ALC. Roche: So that's a "yes" then? Focker: Just get us out of here!
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