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 Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:59 pm
Snottsborn Industries is a huge 30 story office building. The 30th story is home to Mr. Snottsborn himself. Snottsborn Industries is a building deciated to the world of science. The 29th story of the building is the Cleaning Items Inventors, where the newest inventions in cleaning are made!
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 6:27 pm
John Johnson sleepily lifted his head to try and examine his latest assignment that Mr. Snottsborn had given him. After John's week off from working, for personal matters, Mr. Snottsborn had went and given his old assignment to Drew Dubberburry, John's assistant. How had all this happen in just a week?
' I think that having Super Cleaning Serum dumping on you and turning you into a super being is a personal matter.' John thought.
What's worse is that John now had a splitting head-ache! He was fine when he woke up and even when he got into the building, but when he got to the 29th story of Snottsborn Industries, a sudden head-ache overpowered him and the thing was, that whenever he got closer to the Super Cleaning Serum Room, the more his head hurt.
Just as John was going to just rest his head on his desk, his assitant, Drew, or ex-assistant came burging into his office.
"Mr. Snottsborn wants to see you!" Drew told him quickly. "He says it's urgent!"
"What.. W-what? What-what did I-I do? What d-does he want wi-wi-with m-me?" John asked.
"He didn't say John... I'd hurry to his office though. it sounds urgent!"
With those words spoken, John got up and raced towards the elevator to go up one more story... to his boss's deluxe office. He had only been there once or twice, but he hated it. For some reason he walked slower than usual. John thought he had a back problem, but then he remebered about his new found powers and his most tiresome power yet, a retractable vaccum cleaner that could come out of his back at any time. Maybe the heavy vaccum inside him was slowing him down.
As he pasted the Super Cleaning Serum Room, his head-ache he had got worse and almost felt like his brain was pulsing inside his head. He pressed the button to the elevator and quickly got inside it, pressing the number 30 button! The doors closed quickly and John's head-ache, to his surprise, slowly went away.
'What is happening to me?' John asked himself as the doors opened to reveal Mr. Snottsborn waiting there for him... smiling...
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 8:37 pm
"Glad you finally decided to join me Mr. Johnson." Mr. Snottsborn said to John.
John decided to shrug this line off. What could he do? John followed as Mr. Snottsborn led the way through his huge apartment. The 30th story of Snottsborn Industries was not only Mr. Snottsborn's office, but also his apartment. John thought that his boss's apartment was a bit much. He led John into what looked like a living room, and Mr. Snottsborn motioned for him to sit down on a comfortable looking couch right in the center of the room. So, John sat. Mr. Snottsborn stood right in front of him and looked straight into John's bright blue eyes.
"I'm going to be frank with you John... I've been studying you for the past three days since you came back from your long absence and I've been worrying about your stress level. So good news! I'm downgrading you to the postion of 29th story floor cleaning services." Mr. Snottsborn said to him.
"You're fi-firing m-me from my regular jo-jo-job to become a janitor?!?!?!" John yelled.
"No no! i wouldn't put it... never mind... yes. i'm firing you so you can become a janitor. I must admit... you will be missed! But, we don't have the time or money for slackers and I fear that's what you're becoming. I expect you to move out all of your stuff so that the next scientist can take your place. Now i must get ready for a meeting. So, ta-ta!" Snottborn shoeed John out of his apartment and back onto the elevator.
When the door to the elevator closed, John threw his fist at the elevator wall. As he lifted his fist, he saw a dent. 'What's happening to me?' John thought to himself. Just as the elevator stopped at the 29th floor, his head started to ache again, but this time, it ached horribly. It felt like his brain was going to burst out of his head. Suddenly, a huge explosion shook the elevator and John fell hard on the ground. As the elevator doors activated their automatic emergency system and opened the doors, all he could see was thick smoke. The 29th floor was completely on fire.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 12:01 pm
John could barely breathe. Whenever he would suck for a breath, his throat went on fire. As quick as he could, he ran off the elevator, but that didn't matter. Fire seemed to be everywhere. John scanned the room for any sign of an exit. Even though he was caught in a life or death situation, he wasn't remotely scared at all like he should be. In fact, he couldn't even feel the burning fire on his skin and he knew why too. It was that blasted serum that fell on him. Somehow he had gotten those super-powers from the serum last week. But how?
John started towards what looked like a way out when a huge piece of rubble fell right on him. He was amazed to see that after it fell on him, he was still alive. Using his newly strengthed arms, he threw the piece of rubble like it was just a pebble. He threw himself off the ground and looked this way and that. Even though he had super strength, he couldn't stay in a burning building. Just as John was beginnning to lose all hope, he heard a scream. The scream of Drew!
"Help! Help me somebody! Please help! It's gonna kill me!" Drew's scream rang out.
John didn't care if Drew had taken away his job. Drew had not only been his close assistant for all these years, but he had also been a close friend. John took a deep breath and ran through the burning blaze, to where the scream was coming from, into where the Super Cleaning Serum Room used to be. Just as John saw Drew's body, lying motionlessly on the ground, his head spilt with pain again. Why though?
All of a sudden he saw it. It was a huge creature. It's skin was thick purple gel. It's purple face just had two holes for eyes and its mouth was in a sick smile like form. As the creature saw him it drew closer and closer to John. 'Why does my head hurt so badly? It only hurts whenever I'm near... wait a minute! The serum! I'm somehow allergic to the serum. How though? Wait! If I get a head-ache whenever I'm around the serum... then this monster must be made up of serum!' thought John.
The monster then remebered that it already had prey to attend to, so it left John alone. As John saw the monster go closer to Drew, John suddenly burst out, full of rage from everythig that was happening today and out of John's back, came a vaccum cleaner. John took the nozzle of the cleaner and just by mere thinking, the vaccum clicked to life and slowly but surely, the monster started to be sucked up. After it was completely in the vaccum, John pointed it at the fire right in back on him, and threw the vaccum into reverse. The gel like serum monster came out of the vaccum and into the fire. It burned bad!
John then took his attention to Drew. He was dead and the building was surely going to collapse soon. John threw his hands into the air, and again just by thinking it, a water like substane sprang out of his hands. The water clensed the entire floor and within seconds, the fire was all gone. John had no time to look around at the damage. He quickly went over to Drew and picked him up. Even though Drew was dead, he didn't want the building to collapse with Drew in it. John ran out a hole in a wall that the fire had made and he jumped to the nearest building. Even though he was 29 stories up, he didn't care. He was 20 times stronger than the strongest man on Earth. John had no fear.
John put Drew down on the top of the new building they were on and just John broke down with tears, he heard a cough. It was Drew, but how? He didn't have time to figure this out though, because the fire department and police had seen John jump from the building and now was coming to investigate. John wouldn't be able to explain how he had jumped about 10 feet to the next building, so he ran away, back to his apartment somewhere in Delmor and he decided never to speak about this adventure to anyone. For who would believe him?
(Next post in Delmor's Trump Deluxe Apartment's)
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:10 pm
As the cop car pulled up to Snottsborn Industries, John had finally noticed that it had been silent ever since he had gotten into the car. As the woman cop and John were getting out of the car, John decided to break the silence.
“So what brings you here Miss…” John was cut off though.
“Just call me Laura and I’m sorry sir… but it’s police business. I’m not authorized to tell you.” The cop, whose name he had found out was Laura answered.
Maybe he shouldn’t have broken the silence. He looked down at both of the cups of untouched coffee. Both of the cups were getting pretty cold and John’s money had gone to waste. As they past through the Entrance Doors, he saw a trash pail and threw both the cups out. He hoped Drew wouldn’t be too mad. The cop, and John was surprised, lead the way to the elevator as it opened she quickly got in and pressed a button. John followed in surprised. ‘Has she been here before?’ John asked himself. He saw the highlighted button; it was Floor number 20, where Mr. Snottsborn’s old office had been, before they had built the 30th floor.
“I need to speak with Mr. Snottsborn and I’m sure you need to speak with him too.” Laura said.
“I-I don’t-t think I-I told y-y-you my na-name.” John stuttered, getting nervous. “M-my na-n-name is John Johnson.”
“The famous scientist?”
“Ex-famous scientist. I was recently d-d-d-downgraded… to a janitor”
John thought he saw a small smirk on the woman’s face.
“So why do you need to see Mr. Snottsborn?” John questioned.
“Like I said John… police business.”
“Why is Mr. Snottsborn on the 20th floor now?”
“I thought you knew! No? Well the fire there was so bad that the 30th floor, where you of course know Mr. Snottsborn lives, isn’t stable for him to stay up there just yet.”
As the elevator doors finally opened, to the 20th floor, John could hear the shouts of Mr. Snottsborn in his office. John could see two figures talking to him through a small window on the door. Both of whom he didn’t recognize. ‘What’s going on now?’ John asked himself as him and Laura made their way closer to Mr. Snottsborn’s office door.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 1:40 pm
Laura didn't even care about what was going on inside the office. She opened the door right open and John followed her. John saw Mr. Snottsborn leaning over his desk, yelling at two people. One was in a black suit looking very stern, while the other man was cowering in his chair, wearing a normal T-shirt.
"Don't EVER come and harass me in my own building! Got it? You reporters are ridiculous!" Mr.Snottsborn was complaining.
"But Mr. Snottsborn..." the man in the suit tried to say but was cut off.
"No! Shut the hell up and get out of my building immediately!" Mr. Snottsborn exclaimed.
With that the two reporters got up and quickly left, bumping into Laura and John while they did this. Mr. Snottsborn finally noticed them after the reporters left and a worse face appeared on him.
"Is this the WORST day of my life or what? Johnson! Did you bring this woman in here! Laura Listerine! Eh! Always a pleasure... notice the sarcasm in my voice!" Mr. Snottsborn said to Laura.
John looked at Laura confused. 'Laura Listerine? Not Listerine as in Listerine Labs! Snottsborn Industries biggest rival?' John thought to himself. As soon as he said this, Mr. Snottsborn said:
"So you're a cop now so you can bust my chops for your daddy at Listerine Labs, uh Laura?"
Laura stood there, stunned...
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 1:20 pm
Laura finally found her voice and spoke up. "Mr. Larry Snottsborn! You have NO right to accuse me of spying on your Industry. I am here because my Chief assigned me this assignment! So if you could excuse us John... Mr. Snottsborn and I need to have a chat!"
"Anything you can say to me, you can say to me loyal friend John!" Snottsborn exclaimed.
"Oh! You mean the one you fired so he could become janitor!" Laura yelled.
John got a little hurt at that comment. She didn't have the right to say that! Even if she was a cop!
"Fine Miss Listerine! Then I have nothing more to say to you!"
"Wait! He can stay! Just lay off my dad and let me tell you why I'm here. Agreed?"
"Don't be making offers for me..." but Snottsborn was cut off by John.
"Just shut up and listen!" John finally said, standing his ground in a strong clear voice for once.
"Thank you John! Mr. Snottsborn... I am here because we don't think that the explosion that happened here yesterday was an accident... we think it was on purpose. It was an assassination attempt on Drew Dubburry and it would've been successful if an unidentified man hadn't saved him..." Laura was about to go on when Snottsborn interrupted.
"Is this necessary? You wanna know why I booted those two reporters out of here? Because they talked about the same nonsense you're on about! Now if you're done you can leave and don't investigate my building! As soon as you leave I'm calling your chief and asking to get someone else on the job. I just can't have someone related to Mr. Larry Listerine himself in MY company building. So GOOD-BYE!"
Laura Listerine glanced at the floor for a minute and then quickly left the office without saying good-bye to John. John just stood there, stunned for a couple of seconds.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 3:03 pm
When John heard the faint ding of the elevator doors opening from outside the office, he snapped out of his shock. He gained up all the courage he had and looked Mr. Snottsborn square in the eye.
"I can't believe you Mr. Snottsborn! You just talked back to a cop!" John yelled, loud and clear.
"No Mr. Johnson! I can't believe you! You told her you were downgraded to janitor?!?! You and I both know that what I did is kind of not constitutional!" Mr. Snottsborn retaliated.
"Then why'd you do it?"
"Don't question me! You should be thanking me! If it wasn't for me, you might've been killed! Think of it that way! Drew's only... luck that he didn't die from the... accidental explosion. What a bunch of crap, to think that the explosion was on purpose!"
Drew! John had forgotten all about him. He hoped he was okay and that he would forgive John for not getting his coffee to him.
Snottsborn went on. "Listen! Those two reporter people were from The Daily Cleaners, the most read paper in the US! They questioned me about the same damn issue your friend Laura talked about. I don't know how they found out the police thought it was an attempt at murdering Drew, but that's besides the point! Now for your first job... I want you to go up to the 29th floor and put DO NOT ENTER tape all over the stairway entrance. Nobody is to go up there without my permission and I mean NOBODY! Understand?"
"Ye-yes s-s-s-sir!" John said, taking the yellow tape that read, DO NOT ENTER, on it from Mr. Snottsborn.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 8:05 pm
Five minutes later... Just as John was climbing the steps to the 29th floor, to put the DO NOT ENTER tape up, he bumped into Drew. Drew was walking down the steps as John was walking up and almost collided into each other. "John! I thought something happened to you!" Drew said when he recovered from the small collision. "No! Sorry to worry you. Listen I'm sorry Drew, but I don't have your coffee I..." John was cut off though. "It's fine! I'm just glad your okay." "Glad I'm okay! Drew you almost died yester... listen! I'll talk to you later... but I really have to go now." With that John continued up the stairs. He hoped Drew didn't think of him as bitter about his losing his job to him, because Drew had won it in his opinion. John didn't really want to work as a scientist anymore once he thought about it. Sure he wanted to in the beginning, but now everything changed. John now had powers. As John finally got to the 29th floor door, the thought dawned upon him that Drew was coming down from here. 'What was he doing up here?' thought John. John opened the door and saw a huge burning space. No walls were left. It was just a huge room now, with a gaping hole in the wall on the left side of the 29th floor. He started taping up the door entrace when all of a sudden he heard voices. "Keep looking you idiot! Anything that'll make the front page!" one voice said. "But Mr. Kameson... we don't have the right to be here!" another voice said. "Just keep looking!" John slowly made his way over to them and saw that they were the two reporters from the The Daily Cleaners that Mr. Snottsborn was yelling at a couple of minutes ago!
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 1:05 pm
"Excuse me!" John said in a loud and clear voice before he knew it. "You are not permitted up here! Leave at once!"
The two men looked at him, horrified. Then, the man in the suit straightened up and said, "I don't think who you know you're dealing with boy! My name is Mr. Kameson of the Daily Cleaners and this is my photographer Geter Garker! We are investigating the area! That's what people like us do! Now move out of my way!"
With that Mr. Kameson and his photographer kept peeping around. John wasn't in the mood for this. He was getting angry, and that wasn't good. He almost felt like using his powers to dispose of the two men, but he thought better of it. He turned away from them and walked away. That was the only thing he could do.
Mr. Snottsborn might kill him, but Snottsborn did nothing to help John out recently. John was still a tad upset about losing his job. Just before he was about to leave the room, a shrill scream filled the air.
"SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! HELP US!" It was the shriek of Mr. Kameson and it sounded bad.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:31 am
As the ear-piercing scream of Mr. Kameson spilt through the floor, John got a head-splitting headache. He cringed as his head felt like it was going to burst. As John turned around to see why Kameson had yelled, he saw the creature.
"Oh my G-G-G-God!" John whispered himself as he saw the huge purple Serum Monster throw Kameson's photographer Geter Garker on the floor and started to throw itself on Geter.
Geter was now inside the creature, it was like Geter had a purple barrier around him. Kameson was lying on the floor, knocked out. John's brain started to work out a plan. "Screw it!" John finally said when nothing came to him.
By the mere thought of having his retractable vacuum out, it came out of his back. Though John's head still hurt, he rushed over to the monster. When he got about five feet away from the monster, John turned his vacuum on. It did nothing though. The monster kept twisting and turning on the ground with Geter inside of him. With a kick, the monster threw John in the air and with a sickening crash he came down.
'Why can't I suck this thing up now?' John thought. 'And why the hell is it still alive?'
"Help meeeeeee!" the voice of Geter could be heard. He was dying.
John lifted himself up and saw that Geter was losing more and more strength and wasn't even putting up a fight anymore. John's hands clenched into a fist and started to shake. He wasn't going to let somebody else almost die.
"Ahhhhhh" John screamed as he ran toward the monster. When John opened up his hands, water like substance came out of his hand. It hit the monster and made a hissing noise when it hit. Smoke started coming out of the monster and with a growl, the Serum Monster let go of Geter and scurried away, jumping off of the building. John didn't bother to go follow it. Before John went to report what he just saw, he checked to see if Geter and Kameson were still breathing. Putting his vacuum back into his body, John raced as fast as he could to the nearest phone to call for an ambulance.
(Next post back at Delmor's Trump Deluxe Apartments)
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 6:13 pm
 Bronzed followed the trail of slime farther into the burnt out floor. Suddenly, he heard something move behind him. He spun, just in time to see a huge blob lunge for him and pin him to the ground. Bronzed struggled as it oozed over him. Meanwhile, Captain Pasty rode the elevator up to the 29th floor. If memory served him right, that was were both incidents had occurred. The car stopped and the doors slid open, allowing Pasty full view of the gel monster. His finger went for the door close button, until he saw a human form pinned beneath it. The Captain could just leave someone to die, so he charged into the room, flipping open his communicator. "Attention! Attention! This is Captain Pasty! I need help at Snottsborne Industries, floor 29!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 7:18 pm
There was no response from the communicator and Pasty realized he would have to do this solo. This realization was followed by the sensation of a lot of slime hurling itself at his chest. Pasty spun, dodging the creature, and hurried to the fallen form it had left. Shaking the body lightly, he asked; "Are you okay?" Bronzed convulsed and rolled on to his side, hacking up the slime. It tasted worse than the crayon milkshake Josh had made in second grade. Not that the crayons were the disgusting part of that; it was the orange juice, Nesquick, and toothpaste that had given it that all-unnatural tang. "Hey, you okay?" Pasty asked again. Bronzed looked up at him and suddenly rolled to the side as the gel monster came down on the Captain's back. Bronzed slowly got to his feet and walked to the elevator. "Wait! Help me!" Captain Pasty cried out. Bronzed just turned and waved as the doors slid shut. "See you around, Pasty." Afterwards (Bronzed)>>>
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 10:00 am
Tron had heard about the incident at Snottsborn as well--while stopping near a diner to allow Mongolka to rest, he had seen the events on Channel Q news. Thus, he too, in the words of Captain Bronzed, decided to "get his hero on."
He had gotten onto Mongolka, and then rode to battle, leaping over the Do Not Cross tape with the strength and agility only a Mongolian warlord could muster, and leaving Mongolka outside, he got onto the elevator leading to the 29th floor, using his affinity for machinery to bypass security.
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