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I've worked long and hard to get her to loosen up around here! It's a good thing I've been looking out for her all this time. Another great perk of the Legion World Orphanage, brought to you by the Triumvirate.

MmmmHmmm... The Legion World Orphanage, yep, I remember that place.

So then I assume My's full name is My Whee Fem, the little half Korean, half Philipino girl who had the bunk next to me, years ago.

Sure, Mr Cobalt, I'll help her with shooting. But if I remember right, she's like a whiz with her butterfly knives.

<The trio of Miners, huddled together at the bar, break and approach the assembled team.>

OK, I think we have an idea. First, IB needs to..

<The explanation is cut short as an interdimensional rift suddenly opens behind them and pulls the three into it. It immediately closes afterwards.>*


* - To be continued. Elsewhere. Maybe.

Eh? Miner just called to me!

Cobie! We need My! She's important somehow. I'm not sure how, but...

(Suddenly, reality ripples, cutting IB off. The whole bar vanishes in a flash of light, and when it ends, IB is replaced by... Invisible Babyac!)

Goo goo!

Gaa gaa” says Tamper Toddler.

Cutie Caliente baby is happily sucking her own toes whilst Diaper Disaster Boy is living up to his name.

They have been transported by the chaos that is the Anti Moderator to the Super Nursery of Space where the Three Outdoor Miners were taken. It is the Miners worst nightmare come true for Halloween. Trapped in a place of pink fluffy bunnies, nursery rhymes and twee wallpapers. Nothing to drink but milk, nothing to watch but Barney DVD’s and no one to talk to be dribbling, pooping, crying babies.

A disembodies voice booms out.

“Yah Boo!” it cries triumphantly, “Chaos rules, you drool. Now I shall teach these tots to speak and the first words they shall learn are “Me rikey R……”


But before we can find out what these words are we return to

When last heard from, LAM was fighting these really huge, really ugly clones of some mountain man guy...Can someone PM me to put me up to speed as to what's been going down for the past two weeks? Coz i hate missing out on the fun!

Check out page 18 for Cobie's summary!

I did, EDE...I might just go with the flow for the time being...Those manboobie dudes are all cosmic-dusted now?

Ever since that summary, I've been exhausted...and can only hope the LMB can finish off this disaster!

In the meantime, I'm going to hang out with that Rosemary girl from Earth-7 that all those old people want me to get to know. In honor of yesterday's Halloween craziness of course!

Can we PLEASE change the title of this thread to <span style="font-size: 20px;">"Kill this Infinite Crisis"</span>

Oh, Abin, you speak for so many...

Time passed. Perhaps.

There was nothing but the Nursery. A small window to the outside (placed there to torture them?) showed that what lay beyond the walls was nothingness; a formless void. (It was a familiar sight to at least one of the Outdoor Miners, but that is a tale for another time.) Unable to get their bearings in non-space, the Miners knew they would be unable to step back to the Hypertime Bar, or anywhere else for that matter.

There was nothing but the Nursery.

Time passed. Perhaps.

The Miners, devoid of the usual targets for their sarcasm, turned on each other for a time. But that invariably caused the babies to cry, which none of them could take. Petty vandalism proved no solace either; shredded wallpaper would mysteriously reppear whole, decapitated stuffed animals would regenerate. They became.....adjusted to their lot. Carefully, if listlessly, they cared for the babyfied LMBPers; secure in the knowledge that they were loved by the Purple Reptile God, and that they loved him in return.

Time passed. And then....

.....a figure shimmered into view near the ceiling, and then crashed to the floor. The babies began to cry from the interruption of their naptime. The Miners, as if coming out of a stupor, slowly turned to face this intruder, who was tentatively rising to his feet.

He, for it was a male, was dressed in a blue and red costume that was ripped in several places. His lower lip was bloody. His left arm hung limply at it's side. He looked around.

"Where....where am I?" he stammered, before his eyes settled on one of the insectoids. "Miner? Miner, is that you?"

The bug's eyes flickered, as if he was trying to remember details from a previous life, which in a way he was. Finally, something clicked. "Fuh...fuh...Faraway?", he muttered.

"Yes, yes it's me! My God, Miner, what's happened to you? Where are we? What..."

Faraway stopped short as he saw the other two approach him. "More of you?", he said. "Then you did reach the Hypertime Bar! You can get us there!"

"The....bar?" Something else else about the word bar pleased Miner greatly, though he was having trouble remembering exactly why. His reverie was interrupted by a sharp backhand from Faraway's good arm.

"We don't have time for this, dammit!", cried Faraway. "He's coming, and the bar might be the only place we can hide! Now get yourself together and let's get out of here!"

"um....excuse me?", came a tentative voice from the window. It was one of the other Miners. "Should that be out there?"

"Should what be out there?" snapped Faraway.

"um...that missile-looking thing.", said the Miner, backing away as Faraway limped to the window.

"Oh no," he said. "He's found us."

The babies continued crying.

"You two!", shouted Faraway, pointing at the Miners nearest the cribs. "Get the babies and bring them over here!" He turned to the Miner nearest him. "Now! Help me open a gate!"

"What...gate?"

Faraway slapped him again.

"Focus, bug! When I count three, I'm going to send us faraway and you're going to bring us back here. Got it?"

"Ok. Slap me again, though, and I'll 'port this baby bottle somewhere unpleasant."

Faraway allowed himself a smile. "That's the Miner I know. Now, on three. One....get those kids over here....two.....three!"

Faraway moved them faraway.

Simultaneously, Miner moved them back.

The missile struck the Nursery, rendering it to dust.

*************

The patrons of the Hypertime Bar may or may not have been surprised to see four infants suddenly appear amongst them on the floor. It wouldn't have been cool to show it in any case. But they did step in to look after their lost ones.

Of the three Miners and the Faraway, there was no sign.


(The question of who "He" is, and where the Miners are, will be answered in the Onevision "The Three Miners". Should I ever get around to writing the thing. In the meantime, Infinite Crisis continues here.)

Pounds head...

Dammit... okay someone just kill the anti-moderator in the confines of the bar and the crisis will be over... and I can get back to scheming ways to improve legion world.

This thread is going no where fast, I say you just throw the top secret Anti-moderator destroyo bomb and be down with it.

The Anti-Moderator materialized in the now deserted Hideway Bar.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! Finally I've succeded! The LMBP is no more! Legion World is no more. I can just wipe this place clean and start everything over with no one left to remember what once was the best Legion stronghold in the multiverse!

NOW!!!!!

Who are you people again?

(accidently drops the Top-Secret-Anti-Moderator-Destroyo-Bomb)

Opps...

(runs for cover)

(watches anti moderator shrivel and wink out of existance.....)

drinks anyone?

(some things never change)

Wow! That was fabulous!

Tempest, I'm going to have you named to the Order of the Ice Floe, the highest honour the Penguin Colonies can confer upon an off-worlder, for this!

I repeat....Who are you people again?

Well, I'm sure he hasn't just retreated to the beginning of time to prevent our reality from ever taking place or anything...

Nah!

We good!