Broken & Bound

DoaM 2

Issue #3

Today the saga continues. We started with slinky boy and myself stuck deep in some extra-dimensional space in Goodie Boy Headquarters. I had a rough idea of how to get out, so slinky and I roamed around and found the elevator I was brought down on. We took the elevator up and were greeted by a large group of pissed off supers. Slinky grabbed me and teleported us through shadows to safety. Pretty nifty actually. Maybe I should get slinky a puppy, I think he needs a little love. (Maybe a black lab.) I was than able to telepathically tell the rest of the group that I did their job for them and it was time to head home.

The next day we went to meet with our deranged employer, he wasn’t available so we met with one of his lackeys. I handed over the truth ray and he used it on me to get the truth about how we obtained it. Ohhh, how clever of him. To bad I didn’t have an extra cookie on me.

Afterward, I went back and relaxed a bit. After the centurions smack down last mission, (Did I mention how much that fucking hurt?) I decided I needed a little R & R. I went out and got a couple new suits and spent a couple days in a nice hotel. Sadly, this town has a lack of quality women. Maybe I should consider heading to other cities between missions. Rumor has it that Glasgow has had some visitors since the last time I was there. I will have to head up there soon to check out the scene.

Several days later, the freak summoned us to his weak-ass base. He was basically naked. I will give the guy credit, he must have a huge ego. To be that small and be that comfortable naked is impressive. Hopefully he gets the point that I am not interested – he really needs to stop these lame advancements. Primarily because they are more than a little creepy, but secondly because he just isn’t all that. (Gorilla guy did seem to blush a bit at the freakazoid, maybe he has a crush on him.) Anyway, we got our mission which was to head into the Congo and return with the Tablet of Zecor. The freaks father, Professor Levels, was supposedly lost on this excursion.

Mummy suggested we do some research before heading to the Congo and further suggested heading to a local university. The group assembled and head over there. We met with some guy who was a little belligerent at first, but I was able to persuade him to be a bit more personable. He gave us a little background and showed us a crystal case that contained several artifacts, one of which was a book that had been wiped clean. Forgetting my physics class, I decided to fire the crazy beam weapon I got from bird man into the crystal. On the plus side, everyone in the room but individuals in our group were toasted, but the downside was that a couple of the artifacts were destroyed, particularly the horn, which I really wanted. I was able to grab jeweled scepter with a skull on the end. The mummy picked up a necklace and blue-hair snatched some mask.

At this point, I realized that we really didn’t know where in the Congo we needed to go. I went over to the Levels institute and asked a receptionist if they had any information on the location of the safari that the professor was lost. The receptionist informed me that Professor Levels wasn’t dead but upstairs in his office. I thanked her for the information and scheduled a meeting for 3:00 PM that day. We had lunch. (I shied away from the empanadas.) We returned later and spoke with a very elderly Professor Levels. He said that he had traveled to the Congo and had been unsuccessful in finding anything associated with the Table of Zecor. I asked him to provide us with a map and coordinates, which he was nice enough to do. Interestingly enough, Levels explained to us that he didn’t have any children because his wife died early in his career and he never remarried. (Not sure why that would mean he doesn’t have any children, unless he likes cold water and jalapenos.)

The group then acquired some provisions for jungle travel and flew up into the Congo. We met some tribe and asked for some information about our artifacts. The mask scared the shit out of the shaman. Ohh, I want that mask. The shaman said the necklace and the scepter were evil and powerful. The Mummy wanted to sell the necklace to the shaman, but I was able to make a deal with him. I traded the goofy gun and ring I snagged off the bird man for the necklace. Now I have two of the three artifacts of power. Oh yeah!

One other point, the tribe we spoke with mentioned that the group traveling to find the tablet years earlier had all died!

We traveled for a while, with me once again leading the group. Blue-hair did provide a little help by having us avoid some spiders in the jungle. We camped for the night and found some super archer robin hood wanna-be. He led us a short while to a village of interesting fellows. They seemed to be a bit cannibalistic and definitely followers of some greater powers. One of their warriors and I demonstrated some capabilities to each other. He showed me a small magical device that made a small explosion, I then showed him some of what it could do in the hands of someone with real power. He acquiesced by giving the device to his superior, me.

Apparently while I was off doing that, blue-hair had given the mask to the local shaman. He put it on and a very strange thing occurred. Several of the weaker residents were pulled into the air and their flesh was stripped from their skins. Their corpses then fell to the group. Fuck – I need that mask!

The group then traveled towards our objective via an old trail. I was able to successfully navigate and guide our group past several traps. We then came to a trap laden cave when slinky set off all the dart traps. (I guess that is one way through.) Blue-hair then apparently set off some trap that got us stranded inside the cave with a miniature bear. He is following slinky around at the moment. Maybe the bear would be a good substitute for lab puppy?

A couple of unanswered questions:

Who the hell is freak-boy if he isn’t Levels son?
Was that really Levels we spoke with? He supposedly died on his mission, and that was backed up by the tribe we spoke to.
Why am I craving empanadas?

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