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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Insight" data-source="post: 1643451" data-attributes="member: 11437">NAMOR the SUB-MARINER<img src="http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/project_daedalus/files/Images/namor-logo.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Page One1 - NAMOR THE SUB-MARINER faces off against a cloaked foe, both floating above a rocky, sand-covered landscape.CAPTION: The fight had taken them all the way from the Marseilles waterfront, across the Mediterranean Sea, and eventually into the Sahara Desert.  It was only now that Namor, the Crown Prince of Atlantis, realized his mysterious foe's plan.2 - Namor turns his head to see a half dozen rocky automatons headed in his direction, coming from what looks like ancient Egyptian ruins.  Namor's cloaked foe looks on.CAPTION: Amidst ancient Egyptian ruins, Namor saw them coming - robots disguised as rocky statues.  His foe must have set these automatons here to wait for Namor to arrive.3 - The robots strike Namor, and he fights back.  The cloaked figure does nothing.CAPTION: The Prince of Atlantis would stop them and bring his foe to justice, or die trying!4 - The robots have Namor's arms and legs, and in our POV, we can see the back of the mysterious figure's head as he takes down his cloak.CAPTION: But the robots were too much for Namor.  They held him, just as Namor's foe was revealed to be --Page Two1 - Namor is in a hotel room, thrashing about in his bed.CAPTION: Namor's sleep had been troubled of late, and even in his waking moments, he could not recall the cause of his nocturnal terrors.2 - A maid enters the hotel room, holding a feather duster in one hand and a can of spray cleaner in the other.  She has a surprised look on her face.CAPTION: Sophie figured the VIP guest would have been gone by now, and since there was no 'Do Not Distub' sign on the door, the maid entered, intent on going about her work.3 - Namor tosses and turns in the bed.CAPTION: Though the Prince of Atlantis would have many important meetings today in New York City, and would represent Atlantis to both the United Nations and several important American interests, it was not the anticipation of these meetings that cause Namor to toss and turn.  An unnamed terror, and the memory of imprisonment --4 - As the sheets finally come off, we can see in the distance that Sophie the maid is shocked, mouth wide open, and a hand moving to cover it.CAPTION: Sophie got well more than she bargained for.  Perhaps she would start on the bathroom instead.Page Three1 - Namor is bound to a large, flat rock with thick iron chains.CAPTION: Namor could do nothing as the moisture, so precious to his body, as with all Atlanteans, turned to vapor, drawn away from the Prince of Atlantis by a thirsty sun.2 - We see the back of the cloaked figure regarding the chained Namor.  The cloak is still down, and we see the back of his head, which looks very similar to Namor's.NAMOR What do you want from me? FIGURE No one will come for you, Namor.  Are you prepared to die?3 - Hovering in the air behind the figure, who is now covered in shadow, is a large, black, stone object, blocking out the sun.FIGUREThis will be your new home. It will be your... TOMB...4 - In his hotel room, Namor rolls off the bed and onto the floor with a thud.CAPTION: The nightmare abruptly ends.  For now.Page Four1 - Namor, dressed in a fine suit and tie, walks down a Manhattan sidewalk.  People he passes point and cover their mouths as they recognize him.CAPTION: The Prince of Atlantis did not care for limousines - he far prefered to walk from his hotel to the UN, despite his advisors' admonitions to the contrary.GIRLOh my God!  Is that -- ?2 - Namor shakes hands with a dignitary from Cameroon, as several other stuffed suits wait their turn to greet the Atlantean monarch.  The UN symbol is seen on the wall between them.CAPTION: Duties were required of Namor, of course, but he was looking forward, even savoring, a meeting to come after this unpleasantness.3 - Namor sits alone at a table at a streetside cafe.  He is sipping tea.CAPTION: The best part of his day would be the anticipation.  Tea was served, and it wasn't bad at all.4 - Namor smiles.  In the foreground, we see the backside of a woman facing him.NAMORAhh, Sue Storm.  So nice of you to agree to meet me.  Please sit down.</blockquote>

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