TheDayKnight
First Post
The Unbelievable Oddsquad
Issue #1
Cast of Characters
The Fourth Estate
Leatherette
Mr. Molasses
Vegas
Adam Odd
Nebu Nezzer
Hemmy Washington’s dream was vivid and real. It was one of those dreams that you have déjà vu about. And déjà vu was what Hemmy is experiencing right now. He stands beside his Porsche at the gates of 1717 Weirdway Court…just like in his dream. He runs his hand through his graying hair. I’m too old for this, he thought. Too old to be running around with a bunch of costumed crazies. Probably too old even to have some foolish name like The Fourth Estate.
Rosa Petal’s taxi pulls up to the wrought iron gates outside of 1717 Weirdway Court. She had found a letter on her desk addressed to Leatherette. Alarmed she quickly hid the message. It had directed her to this address. The driver looks in the rearview mirror at her. A bead of sweat runs down the side of his face. Lust is apparent in his piggy eyes.
“Open the door, worm!” she commands
The taxi driver scrambles from the vehicle and opens the back door with a nervous hand. A foot emerges, clad in six-inch heels. A long leg follows, covered in a black thigh-high boot. Then the rest of the woman appears. Leatherette stands six feet tall. She is dressed in a black leather corset. A mask hides her identity. A thick braid courses down her neck and flows onto her back. She throws her cab fare onto the ground and walks purposefully towards the black man standing next to the Porsche.
An old, battered 1970s pickup truck rounds the corner. The bed and passenger side of the truck is filled with…stuff, just stuff. Tubing, wires, fishbowls, bales of cotton, Christmas ornaments, you name it, and it is there. A few days ago, Theodore “Vegas” Trax had noticed a crumpled piece of paper in a trash bin. The letter was smudged, but Vegas could make out the date, time, and address 1717 Weirdway Court. On a hunch he decided to crash the party. He parks his pickup and shuffles toward the tall iron-wrought gates. He adjusts his battered fedora. A trenchcoat covers his immense bulk. Gadgets and gizmos of all sorts peek from the pockets of the ratty coat. Near the gate stand an older black man and a hot chick dressed from head to toe in leather fetish gear. Interesting. Very interesting.
The Spirit of the Tar Pit speaks to Mr. Molasses, “1717 Weirdway Court. Go there! The need is great!”
Mr. Molasses feels the intense hunger that always came after the Spirit speaks to him. Shrugging in resignation, Mr. Molasses turns his body into living tar and speeds from his home at a frightening pace. As he stretches his body around the corner of the street, he notices three other people standing at the gate of the mansion: an aging black man in a nice suit, an attractive woman in shiny black leather, and an obese man in a fedora and a trenchcoat.
“The fat one will satisfy us…” whispers the Spirit of the Tar Pit.
“Quiet you!” Molasses yells.
The three people at the gate give Mr. Molasses a strange look.
After a quick round of introductions, the four guests notice a smallish man of Middle-Eastern descent standing at the gate. He is dressed in the attire of a butler. He quickly bows and the gates swing open.
“Good day sirs and madam. I am Nebu Nezzer. Please follow me. Adam Odd awaits.”
Nebu Nezzer is assaulted by questions from all four of the invitees. He simply smiles, “All questions will be answered in due time.”
At the door to the mansion, Vegas notices the butler making strange gestures. The door swings open into a wood paneled hallway. Upon entering the mansion, each of the four feels a sensation, a tingling on their skin. But exactly what it was, none of them could tell. They are lead to a sitting room decorated in a Victorian fashion. Nebu Nezzer brings forth a large platter of sandwiches and offers the bar to the guests.
“Adam Odd will be with you shortly,” And with those words the butler disappears from sight.
The Fourth Estate pours himself a glass of scotch and knocks it straight back. Vegas hungrily eyes the sandwiches, but before he can reach them, a tarry arm stretches across the room and scoops up a handful. Leatherette quickly scans the room for other exits. She spies a door directly across the one they entered.
After a short, uncomfortable wait, another man appears in the sitting room. He is tall and muscular with deeply tanned skin and golden-brown hair. He is dressed in a cream colored toga. His intensely blue eyes search each of the heroes.
“I see you have received my invitation. I am Adam Odd, The First Man.”
“Why are we here?” demands Leatherette.
“Ah…straight to the heart of the matter, I see.” Smiles Adam, “Well then, I shan’t bandy words. I will tell you as much as I can. Let me begin with a bit of backstory. At the dawn of time, Nexus created the universe. Those who are of a scientific bent would call Nexus a sentient white hole. The more spiritually inclined would call Nexus…well; they would probably call it God. At the same time the universe was created another force immediately began to destroy reality. This destructive being is a sentient black hole. It is Anti-Nexus.”
The Fourth Estate quickly pours himself another glass of scotch and throws it down the hatch.
Adam Odd continues, “Nexus then created me to be his guardian. I am The First Man.”
“Why does God need someone to guard him?” Leatherette asks suspiciously.
“Nexus, in the aeons following creation, has become…limited. That is as much as I can say. And as Nexus is constrained, so am I. Within this reality I am king and master. But beyond it, on Earth, my powers are now nearly nothing.”
“On Earth? What do you mean by that?” queries Vegas.
“We are not quite on Earth any longer. More along the lines of ‘beside Earth’. Once you passed through the door of the mansion, you entered my fortress.”
The Fourth Estate quickly refills his glass.
“The reason you are here is that I, Nexus, Earth, the very universe need protectors. Anti-Nexus grows strong and bold. It is marshalling its resources. It means to destroy all of reality.”
“Why us?” asks Mr. Molasses.
Adam Odd smiles, “Who better?”
“What’s in it for us?” questions Leatherette.
“Nothing…and everything. Fight against the Anti-Nexus and you save yourselves and the rest of creation from annihilation. And you can get whatever out of this arrangement you are willing to put into it.”
Looking at Mr. Molasses, “A chance to unlock the mysteries of the universe.”
Looking at The Fourth Estate, “A chance to right wrongs.”
Looking at Vegas, “A chance to become famous.”
Looking at Leatherette, “A chance to prove yourselves.”
“I am in,” says Hemmy Washington.
“Me too,” replies Vegas, “Besides what else do I have to do?”
“I want to save my skin. I might as well save everyone else’s too.” Announces Molasses.
Leatherette uncrosses her legs and stands. Here was a chance to live up to her grandmother’s legacy. Here was a chance to prove herself as capable as the famous Lariat. “I will accept your offer, Adam Odd. I will join this unbelievable group of misfits.”
“Welcome to the world of heroes,” booms Adam Odd, “Welcome, Oddsquad!”
Issue #1
Cast of Characters
The Fourth Estate
Leatherette
Mr. Molasses
Vegas
Adam Odd
Nebu Nezzer
Hemmy Washington’s dream was vivid and real. It was one of those dreams that you have déjà vu about. And déjà vu was what Hemmy is experiencing right now. He stands beside his Porsche at the gates of 1717 Weirdway Court…just like in his dream. He runs his hand through his graying hair. I’m too old for this, he thought. Too old to be running around with a bunch of costumed crazies. Probably too old even to have some foolish name like The Fourth Estate.
Rosa Petal’s taxi pulls up to the wrought iron gates outside of 1717 Weirdway Court. She had found a letter on her desk addressed to Leatherette. Alarmed she quickly hid the message. It had directed her to this address. The driver looks in the rearview mirror at her. A bead of sweat runs down the side of his face. Lust is apparent in his piggy eyes.
“Open the door, worm!” she commands
The taxi driver scrambles from the vehicle and opens the back door with a nervous hand. A foot emerges, clad in six-inch heels. A long leg follows, covered in a black thigh-high boot. Then the rest of the woman appears. Leatherette stands six feet tall. She is dressed in a black leather corset. A mask hides her identity. A thick braid courses down her neck and flows onto her back. She throws her cab fare onto the ground and walks purposefully towards the black man standing next to the Porsche.
An old, battered 1970s pickup truck rounds the corner. The bed and passenger side of the truck is filled with…stuff, just stuff. Tubing, wires, fishbowls, bales of cotton, Christmas ornaments, you name it, and it is there. A few days ago, Theodore “Vegas” Trax had noticed a crumpled piece of paper in a trash bin. The letter was smudged, but Vegas could make out the date, time, and address 1717 Weirdway Court. On a hunch he decided to crash the party. He parks his pickup and shuffles toward the tall iron-wrought gates. He adjusts his battered fedora. A trenchcoat covers his immense bulk. Gadgets and gizmos of all sorts peek from the pockets of the ratty coat. Near the gate stand an older black man and a hot chick dressed from head to toe in leather fetish gear. Interesting. Very interesting.
The Spirit of the Tar Pit speaks to Mr. Molasses, “1717 Weirdway Court. Go there! The need is great!”
Mr. Molasses feels the intense hunger that always came after the Spirit speaks to him. Shrugging in resignation, Mr. Molasses turns his body into living tar and speeds from his home at a frightening pace. As he stretches his body around the corner of the street, he notices three other people standing at the gate of the mansion: an aging black man in a nice suit, an attractive woman in shiny black leather, and an obese man in a fedora and a trenchcoat.
“The fat one will satisfy us…” whispers the Spirit of the Tar Pit.
“Quiet you!” Molasses yells.
The three people at the gate give Mr. Molasses a strange look.
After a quick round of introductions, the four guests notice a smallish man of Middle-Eastern descent standing at the gate. He is dressed in the attire of a butler. He quickly bows and the gates swing open.
“Good day sirs and madam. I am Nebu Nezzer. Please follow me. Adam Odd awaits.”
Nebu Nezzer is assaulted by questions from all four of the invitees. He simply smiles, “All questions will be answered in due time.”
At the door to the mansion, Vegas notices the butler making strange gestures. The door swings open into a wood paneled hallway. Upon entering the mansion, each of the four feels a sensation, a tingling on their skin. But exactly what it was, none of them could tell. They are lead to a sitting room decorated in a Victorian fashion. Nebu Nezzer brings forth a large platter of sandwiches and offers the bar to the guests.
“Adam Odd will be with you shortly,” And with those words the butler disappears from sight.
The Fourth Estate pours himself a glass of scotch and knocks it straight back. Vegas hungrily eyes the sandwiches, but before he can reach them, a tarry arm stretches across the room and scoops up a handful. Leatherette quickly scans the room for other exits. She spies a door directly across the one they entered.
After a short, uncomfortable wait, another man appears in the sitting room. He is tall and muscular with deeply tanned skin and golden-brown hair. He is dressed in a cream colored toga. His intensely blue eyes search each of the heroes.
“I see you have received my invitation. I am Adam Odd, The First Man.”
“Why are we here?” demands Leatherette.
“Ah…straight to the heart of the matter, I see.” Smiles Adam, “Well then, I shan’t bandy words. I will tell you as much as I can. Let me begin with a bit of backstory. At the dawn of time, Nexus created the universe. Those who are of a scientific bent would call Nexus a sentient white hole. The more spiritually inclined would call Nexus…well; they would probably call it God. At the same time the universe was created another force immediately began to destroy reality. This destructive being is a sentient black hole. It is Anti-Nexus.”
The Fourth Estate quickly pours himself another glass of scotch and throws it down the hatch.
Adam Odd continues, “Nexus then created me to be his guardian. I am The First Man.”
“Why does God need someone to guard him?” Leatherette asks suspiciously.
“Nexus, in the aeons following creation, has become…limited. That is as much as I can say. And as Nexus is constrained, so am I. Within this reality I am king and master. But beyond it, on Earth, my powers are now nearly nothing.”
“On Earth? What do you mean by that?” queries Vegas.
“We are not quite on Earth any longer. More along the lines of ‘beside Earth’. Once you passed through the door of the mansion, you entered my fortress.”
The Fourth Estate quickly refills his glass.
“The reason you are here is that I, Nexus, Earth, the very universe need protectors. Anti-Nexus grows strong and bold. It is marshalling its resources. It means to destroy all of reality.”
“Why us?” asks Mr. Molasses.
Adam Odd smiles, “Who better?”
“What’s in it for us?” questions Leatherette.
“Nothing…and everything. Fight against the Anti-Nexus and you save yourselves and the rest of creation from annihilation. And you can get whatever out of this arrangement you are willing to put into it.”
Looking at Mr. Molasses, “A chance to unlock the mysteries of the universe.”
Looking at The Fourth Estate, “A chance to right wrongs.”
Looking at Vegas, “A chance to become famous.”
Looking at Leatherette, “A chance to prove yourselves.”
“I am in,” says Hemmy Washington.
“Me too,” replies Vegas, “Besides what else do I have to do?”
“I want to save my skin. I might as well save everyone else’s too.” Announces Molasses.
Leatherette uncrosses her legs and stands. Here was a chance to live up to her grandmother’s legacy. Here was a chance to prove herself as capable as the famous Lariat. “I will accept your offer, Adam Odd. I will join this unbelievable group of misfits.”
“Welcome to the world of heroes,” booms Adam Odd, “Welcome, Oddsquad!”
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