Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Strike Force: The Battle With Magneto.

Magneto. This Is The Battle You've Been Waiting For!


Today, I ended my association with the Heroes United.
But I attained something far greater: a super-team of my own!

I said: "Swamp Thing here. My strike force to aid J'onn J'onzz,
in his battle against Magneto is assembled."

I took part in an adventure which involved the following heroes:

Green Lantern Kilowog.

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The Majestic and Valiant Barefoot Power Girl.

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The Brave and Beautiful Barefoot Bulleteer.
[She'd been de-magnetized for this battle.]

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The Frankenstein Monster,
and The Ballistic Barefoot Bride.

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and Barefoot Zatanna:
The Magnificent Barefoot Lady Magician.

Together, we were collectively known as the Strike Force.
Our mission: to save the life of the Martian Manhunter
from his other dimensional enemies from a divergent universe.
My Strike Force had our confrontation with Captain Koma and Magneto. Barefoot Lady Blackhawk took us to the Martian Manhunter's headquarters at the Hall of Justice, which once housed the Justice League's meetings. Inside, we soon found out the Martian had gone after Koma on his own. Barefoot Power Girl and Barefoot Zatanna found evidence J'onn had been poisoned, several oreo cookie crumbs were found at the bottom of an empty glass of chocolate milk he had consumed. Strangely enough, the cookies have bizarrely addictive alterations on his alien body chemistry. We had to save him from himself if need be. Time was of the essence. But where was Green Lantern Kilowog? He arrived late and behaved very strangely, saying he was held up in space. He said he didn't want to wear out his power ring, so he boarded the plane with us. Oracle had scouted up Koma's secret lair. The Blackhawk jet dropped us off at our destination at record speed. Inside, the Martian was already confronting Koma, doing considerable damage to Koma's beautiful barefoot female android lover. "Manhunter, you will pay!" Koma shouted at his opponent from within his lair. Kilowog pushed the rest of us aside [which didn't make Frankenstein too happy with him], and shouted, "Open up, ya poozers!" J'onn opened the door for us. He seemed to have the situation under control, but the effects of the food poisoning were already telling on him. Koma took advantage of our concern for J'onn and teleported himself away. Kilowog angrily shook his head, "Great. We turn up to kick this poozer's ass and he does a disappearing act on us." Then, in a slightly effeminate, and oddly monotonic voice he added, "I am so going to kill him for this." Kilowog's red eyes seemed to turn bright yellow for a moment. No one else seemed to notice, so I gave this distraction no further attention. Then we heard the following recorded message over an intercom: 'Koma has left the building by emergency teleportation. All heroes in the lair are asked to vacate in an orderly matter or they will be attacked by Synthoids.' "Hey, we still get to fight!" Kilowog persisted.
Barefoot Oracle's voice then came from it, arguing against Kilowog, who still wanted to stay and fight. Outside, Barefoot Lady Blackhawk left us in her jet. Clearly, Magneto's attack was about to begin. Suddenly, the fallen android began to change shape, morphing itself into another female form. "It's the Barefoot Teminatrix Terminator!" the Barefoot Bulleteer shouted. The battery in J'onn's hand turned into a metal spear and almost killed him, were it not for Barefoot Power Girl's super-speed. Barefoot Oracle warned us to get outside and fight Magneto, for she could not hold off the Synthoids forever. The Barefoot TX struggled viciously with Barefoot Power Girl, Kilowog, Frankenstein, and the Barefoot Bride. I traced the walls with a special vine to find a weak spot. Finding it, I commanded the Barefoot Bulleteer to create a fast exit for us. Her naked metallic always-barefoot toes ripped apart the floors as she burst the wall.

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire!" she said.
As soon as we were outside, I told the Strike Force to leave the Barefoot TX to the Synthoids. Kilowog swore he'd get even with the Barefoot TX. The Barefoot Power Girl asked him why he didn't use his power ring on it. Kilowog had no reply. Barefoot Zatanna expressed worry to me the Lantern's ring may have lost it's charge. I replied in stating how we had no time to worry about that. Magneto was already coming into view.

Magneto issued this challenge:
"Swamp Thing! You'll soon know the folly of challenging my Brotherhood of Mutants with your Strike Force."
Captain Koma, who stood at Magneto's side asked, "Magneto, you said you'd let me destroy them first. I just finished teleporting my Synthoids out to save them from being terminated by your TX."
"Very well." Magneto sighed, "Have it your way, Koma."
"Let's see how your Strike Force go up against my new and improved synthoid army." Koma said. The Synthoids appeared, surrounding us. The Martian was in an outrage. The Barefoot Power Girl asked J'onn to calm down, she'd handle it. Barefoot Power Girl moved at great speed and within seconds, she took out all of the Synthoids. "No!" Koma shouted running toward us. "You've smashed my Synthoids! Don't you heroes ever play fair?"
"Shut up and sleep it off, Captain Comatose." Barefoot Power Girl laughed, headbutting Koma to knock him out cold. "A most impressive display, Barefoot Power Girl." Magneto grinned. "Are you prepared to face real power?" The powerful and beautiful barefoot superheroine stood her ground, as her muddy-soled and ankleted beautiful bare feet soon began to levitate well above the soil, in her gallant super-powered anticipation. There was no denying the sheer strength of her determination.
"We'll soon find out." Barefoot Kara replied, "Hit me with your best shot."

"The first move is to be mine? Quite sporting of you, my dear." Magneto said. The Mutant Master of Magnetism unleashed his attack upon the Barefoot Power Girl, magnetizing the metallic particles in the very air surrounding her. She was flung into a nearby deep salt lake with a terrific splash, plunging her deep underwater, all the way to the bottom. I took control of the plants beneath her, attempting to force the immensely strong but now suddenly helpless brave barefoot superheroine to rise and swim to the surface. But the Barefoot Power Girl remained trapped below the lake, submerged beneath the water by the force of the magnetic repulsion.

Magneto was determined to drown the Barefoot Power Girl if possible. I told my Strike Force I would go into the lake to save the barefoot Kryptonian superheroine physically, if I had to. Then Magneto unleashed his next magnetic assault upon all of us, except Barefoot Zatanna. The barefoot lady magician had already disappeared, as she was the most vulnerable of us. She reappeared amongst the waiting Brotherhood of Mutants. Barefoot Zatanna, now only wearing her black string bikini, took the Barefoot Scarlet Witch by a martial arts chokehold and asked, "Hey, Barefoot Wanda. That lake Barefoot Kara fell into looks great. Let's go for a swim, huh?" The barefoot women vanished, immediately to join Barefoot Power Girl at the bottom of the lake. Barefoot Wanda, unable to concentrate, quickly lost her breath under the pressure and shock of the sudden submersion and passed out in the more aquatically-adept Barefoot Zatanna's arms. Swimming rapidly to the surface with Barefoot Wanda, Barefoot Zatanna used her own power and the power expended from the Barefoot Scarlet Witch's failed attempt to cast a hex. The Barefoot Power Girl, now freed from Magneto's power rose to the surface. Barefoot Kara gasped to regain her breath, stroked her wet blonde hair back, and thanked Barefoot Zatanna for saving her life. Barefoot Zatanna said she couldn't stay, for now she had to take the Barefoot Scarlet Witch prisoner and find out why she betrayed the Avengers and rejoined Magneto. Before the Barefoot Power Girl could begin to protest this, Barefoot Zatanna and Barefoot Wanda were gone. The Barefoot Power Girl swiftly returned to us.

The Barefoot Power Girl's return was well-timed, just as the rest of us were about to fall before the power of Magneto. Even my power to alternate my frequencies were not enough to escape him. The demagnetized nanotech-powered metallic-skinned cyborg Barefoot Bulleteer, the immortal undead creation Frankenstein and his wayward Barefoot Bride, and the aliens Kilowog and Martian Manhunter were equally helpless. The Barefoot Bulleteer said Barefoot Oracle was reporting to Barefoot Alix via her headset that the barefoot female mutant shapeshifter known as Barefoot Mystique was not amongst the Brotherhood.
I didn't see the importance of this. The Barefoot Power Girl came to our rescue then, slapping her hands together to break Magneto's concentration, freeing all of us. The shock was too great for the evil mutant leader, and he could only expend his remaining power to protect himself. Magneto then cordially congratulated the Barefoot Power Girl for stalemating him. He complimented how magnificent she looked after the few minutes she'd spent trapped in the lake, the distinguished look of her pretty face, her golden glittering slicked-back blonde hair, how the sunset's light shown on the cleavage of her lovely breasts as shown by her immodestly bright, sexy costume. For a moment, she laughed. Her ankleted bare feet clinched the earth between her silver-ringed toes. She eased her bare fingers behind her tall clear round bare forehead and her bare temples, neatly stroking them down over her sexy blonde slicked-back shiny wet hair.

The beautiful Barefoot Power Girl sighed, as Magneto laughed.
She said this wasn't a date and to get ready for a serious fight. Magneto said that we in the Strike Force didn't know the half of it. Then he gestured to the Barefoot TX Terminator who suddenly stood behind us. An electronic shockwave disabled us all, forcing me and my allies to the ground and into unconsciousness. This when our planned wave of reinforcements from the Heroes United, led by the X-Men, finally reached our reality and attacked the invasive Magneto on our behalf. The daring half-naked Barefoot Lady Rogue was the first to join our fight. Bikini-clad, barefoot, and confident, she boldly crashed into the Brotherhood of Mutants. Barefoot Rogue forced the evil mutants to break ranks, lest she absorb their minds and abilities with her own mutant powers. "Cavalry's here, y'all." The beautiful Barefoot Rogue proudly smiled.

The Barefoot Lady Storm was the next to arrive. She separated
the TX from us with a bolt of lightning. The fierce savage regal
half-naked beautiful Barefoot African Warrior Queen shouted,
"MAGNETO! STAND AND FIGHT!!!"

The feral Wolverine attempted to attack Magneto, but intercepted by the Barefoot TX. "Not you again!", the killer machine protested furiously.
"Well ya hunk'a scrap, the only way yer gonna get rid o' me is ta dump Magneto." Wolverine taunted the monstrous barefoot female Terminator.

"No! I will never leave my Magneto and you will never threaten him again!", the Barefoot TX shouted back, attacking its feral mutant opponent.

This proved a diversion. Wolverine fell onto his back and kicked the Terminator into position for another strategic attack. Cyclops joined the fray, leading the remaining X-Men and their allies.

Cyclops ordered the strange barefoot woman named Barefoot Pantha to assist in our soon to be speedy recovery, covering her run toward us with his powerful optic blasts raised against the evil mutants, while Wolverine battled Magneto's murderous Barefoot TX machine.
Magneto stood over me and cursed me for my ingenuity, but I was too far gone for the moment, in my own waking nightmares brought on by the Barefoot TX to pay any attention to him. An ally of Wolverine called Kodiak attacked the Barefoot TX, disabling the barefoot female Terminator's verbal control systems. "Fools... such fools..." the Barefoot TX said, throwing Kodiak at Wolverine, forcing the mutant to retract his adamantium claws. "I have so many ways of defeating you." the Barefoot TX said, "Now what are you going to do? Even if that Barefoot Pantha Girl wakes your Strike Force, it will be too late to stop me." Something emerged from enclosing flames.

It was at this point the changeling named Barefoot Pantha now came upon us. Instantly recognizing me as an Earth Elemental, Barefoot Pantha opened the vial of jungle herbs given to her by Barefoot Shi and administered them to me. I awoke, rapidly rose to my feet, alert and prepared to face what came next. I put out the flames and replicated the herbs, so each of the Strike Force quickly recovered. All except for the poisoned Martian, who was now too weak to stand. "Have to fight this off." J'onn said, "Can't let this infection affect my mind like before."
I told him we needed his help to stop the Barefoot TX. I helped the Martian to his feet. I thanked Barefoot Pantha for saving us so quickly, complimenting her on what I believed was her jungle-born abilities. A harmless mistake in my misinterpetation of her origins, but she became irrationally angry with me. She told me, rather venomously, she was not to be mistaken with any different Barefoot Pantha from any other reality, particularly the one who died in battle with Superboy-Prime on this very Earth a few months ago. The Barefoot Power Girl, who was just waking up became angry in turn for the unfair insults directed against me, so Barefoot Kara told Barefoot Pantha to shut up. Barefoot Pantha then ran blindly from us in a rage in her panther form. The Barefoot Bulleteer shouted for her to look out, but it was too late. Barefoot Pantha collided with the massive mutant that Kodiak was fighting called the Blob, and Barefoot Pantha foolishly knocked herself out. Frankenstein seemed very disturbed by Barefoot Pantha's bizarrely insane behavior, although he did not explain why. But we were soon to confront much more immediately dangerous matters. Magneto ordered the Brotherhood to attack all of us again, as he took an electronic remote control from the unconscious Koma, reactivated the fallen Synthoids, transforming them into liquid Terminators.

"Well," Magneto said, expecting nothing but triumph,
"This is going to be interesting."

"Yeah! Real interesting!" A loud booming voice behind him shouted. Night fell. Magneto was slammed from behind and sent flying into the growing darkness by Joe Fixit, who is in reality the Incredible Hulk. "It's about time the sun went down." Fixit said, "Banner was about to bail out on me and run, or else turn into Big Greenie." Wolverine approached Fixit, patted him on the back, saying "Good work, bub."

"This job had better pay.", Fixit said to Wolverine, "Seeing as how that night watchman job with the statues in the gallery was a bust. Turned out to be fakes. The statues were already stolen."
"Real shame. I worked there, too." Wolverine agreed.
"But let's can the small talk and do what we came here to do!"
Angel, Beast, and Barefoot Dust fell in the battle. The Barefoot Bulleteer fought hard to save them. She succeeded. Cyclops blasted more Terminators, as Frankenstein, the Hulk, and I fought the Barefoot TX. We destroyed the killer machine's beautiful human facade revealing it's true appearance.

"Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship. But true beauty lies within, and there is no such beauty to be found here. In this conflict alone, we are certainly the farthest from being the ugly ones, Swamp Thing." Frankenstein stated.
Magneto now fought Wolverine. Magneto shouted, "Now it's time to pay for all the humilations you've heaped on me, Logan! I hope you have enjoyed your life because now it is over." Wolverine replied, "Go ahead, Bub! I've proven I can take what ya can dish out."
Then came the Iceman.

Iceman, who had frozen several of the Terminators we fought, was upon Magneto before he knew it, and blasted him with a small ice storm. "Thanks fer settin him up, Drake. Now I'm takin' him down!" Wolverine attempted another attack, but a Terminator blasted him from behind. Magneto laughed. But then, he too was blasted by a Terminator! "Why, Sky?", he asked the TX. The two robots merged, and turned into Ultron!

"Humans. Mutants. All are inferior! All shall be slain by Ultron!"
"Magneto, I didn't do this!", the Barefoot TX claimed.
"There is another force at Cyberdyne trying to control the robots.
A new entity similar to Skynet. It calls itself Ultron."
"Listen, Magneto. You're being played here! She can't control those things!" Wolverine warned.
"Silence, buffoon!", Magneto shouted, striking Wolverine away and tearing the Ultron apart. "There must be a glitch in the Synthoid Terminator program. My Sky would never betray me!"
Thus distracted, the Barefoot Power Girl and the Barefoot Bulleteer launched their next assault on Magneto. He pushed the two powerful women away, only to get knocked off his feet by a grenade blast cleverly delivered from the Barefoot Bride. I advanced on him and pummeled him with my powerful fists. He seemed too injured to rise now. I asked him to give it up.
"This fight is pointless... You are beaten... Do you... surrender?" I asked slowly.
"NEVER!", he shouted defiantly. But this time he could not use the air particles against us. I had now removed all magnetic pulses from the surrounding air. But there was still plently left within his magnetic shielding. Still, we at last had him surrounded. Soon to defeat him.
Then Magneto regained his balance, rose to his feet and shouted, "Bah! It doesn't matter how many of you heroes there are! You shall perish at my hands!" Something small and black struck against him, then another. He looked down and saw two dead vampire bats, smashed upon impact with his magnetic shielding. Magneto's helmet suddenly flew from his head, soaring up to the attachment of a magnet placed beneath a descending helicopter. "Local Henchman!" the helmetless Magneto shouted, "You won't escape me this time." But the pilot of the helicopter held steady, as if waiting for something. Magneto was about to use his power to crash the helicopter, ignoring the danger of the suicidal vampire bats. He was attacked by a hoarde of them, as my Strike Force and the X-Men prevented the TX and the Brotherhood from interfering. Magneto destroyed the last of the bats and looked up, his head and neck bare, to witness the sinister source of this sudden supernatural attack:
The always relentless and erotic Barefoot Vampirella!

Before Magneto could react, Barefoot Vampirella set upon him. She bit him as her bats before had, while his guard was down, as he was previously directing all his power in a split-second attack to slay the rogue AIM agent Henchman, only to have Magneto find himself the vampire's victim instead. While I still detest vampirism, I believe this wretchedly devious and untrustworthy barefoot vampress to be a warrior in some aspects of her occasional, seductively deceptive motivations.

Now we turned our attention to the Barefoot TX, as Barefoot Oracle had already deactivated the Synthoids the TX had secretly turned into liquid Terminators without Koma's knowledge. The Brotherhood meanwhile fell at last, Frankenstein helped Wolverine to bring down Sabretooth, the Barefoot Bride cut off Toad's mutant lashing tongue, and the others were soundly smashed by Fixit. Only the horrific Barefoot TX remained standing before us.

It stared out at us threateningly. The battle raged on, as I attempted to penetrate and dismantle the killer machine's CPU. My plants only just reached the reactor coils before being vaporized. Not good enough. I would need the help of a shapeshifter. I called out to the Martian Manhunter. J'onn forced himself to stand and engaged in our effort. Kilowog held the TX firmly. J'onn could feel the fires burn him, but he did not give up. All he managed to do was deactivate the defense systems, not the Barefoot TX itself. "Is it down?" Kilowog asked. "Only it's weaponry." I replied. Then Kilowog began to change. He shrank down into a small blue naked female mutant form. I knew why the GL didn't use the power ring. This was not Kilowog. He was never with us...

This Was Barefoot Mystique!

"Don't worry," she said, "I'm a genius at the work I do. I won't let this filthy machine ever hurt Magneto. We'll destroy it first. That's why I've done all of this. Using a Martian from another universe to bring about this fight, impersonating that other alien, fooling Koma into luring Magneto here, baiting your Strike Force to save the Martian and beat the TX. I am brilliant!" Then to our surprise, Barefoot Mystique reached inside of the TX's damaged head and shut it down. The Barefoot TX fell limp to the ground, deactivated and ready to be disposed of.

"And that's how you defeat a Terminator!"
Barefoot Mystique then laughed.

Next:
Betrayed By The Heroes United!

Monday, June 19, 2006

Heroes, Villains, And The Call To Action!

Heroics, Villainy, And Events.
Everything I Need To Catch Up On From The Past Week.

It seems I have missed out on a lot this past week.
Fortunately, I have Tefé to fill me in on what I've been missing:

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"Dad. I had a great time visiting you yesterday. Mom looks great. What an awesome tan she has. You've done her some real favors now! Not only are you the best Dad in the world, Mom's putting you in for best husband too. Out of sight! You guys rock."

"Anyway, here's the lowdown on what you've missed. Black Adam tried pulling one of his superhero airspace restrictions [strong-arming] fiascos again, this time on a couple of Green Lanterns who were after some loser called Evil Star who was hiding out in China. Adam had just signed some papers to get China's Great Ten superheroes under his wing. He chased the GLs to Russia, where the Rocket Reds pushed Adam to back off. And if that's not enough news for you,
then there's my favorite media idiot, Booster Gold, and what happened with him earlier tonight."

"DAILY PLANET HEADLINER: BOOSTER GOLD IS A FRAUD!"

"Booster Gold was nailed to the wall tonight by no less than that insane massive asshole "friend" of his-- Ralph Dibny-- who called Booster out on the carpet for his paying phony villains to chase down. Cassie's stunt on that sleazy jerkwad Dibny finally gave him back his balls. I sure would hate to be Booster Gold right now. What a stupid joke Goldenboy turned out to be. Makes me glad to be a lesbian..."

"And I also got some e-mails from Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn:"

"They are such show-offs. Ivy's still clueless, and Harley's still a loony-toon. Nothing out of the ordinary here [at least for them]. They were surprised to have their latest gang bought out from under them by Harvey Dent in this huge police/crook payoff scam. You see, Dent isn't Two-Face anymore, and he's got to be running the show in Gotham now that Batman and most of his Bat-Brigade followers have gone off to nowhere to get lives or something. Anyway, Ivy's glad it happened. With Harley run off to find the Joker to "get even" with Dent, Ivy says she's going to concentrate on the really important stuff. No idea what you've started here, Dad. But we'll all find out soon, won't we? Anyway, that's everything for last week while you were away on the island. Hope you enjoyed it. Love, Barefoot Tefé."

Now that I am caught up on current events, I'm feeling prepared to
embark on tomorrow's mission. Yesterday, I took part in preparing a
Strike Force with the timely assistance of Oracle. Abby is proud of
me, saying that I am going on a real super-hero mission. I will save
the Martian Manhunter from his enemies. Tomorrow should prove to
be an exciting but dangerous time. Compared to confrontations with
my own enemies, this should be a walk in the park...


Next:
Strike Force: The Battle With Magneto.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/strike-force-battle-with-magneto.html

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Father's Day With My Family.

A Great Father Is Only As Good As His Child...

Today I returned from my week-long romantic vacation with Abby,
to be reunited with our lovely daughter Tefé. I was so happy to see my child had fully recovered from her injury sustained from our latest confrontation with our enemy King Toad, who is now my prisoner once more. Talking with Tefé, hearing for myself about how she felt about me as her father, the love and respect she held for me, all this made my concept of Father's Day a very good one. Tefé even wore a lovely dress, which pleased Abby and me to no end. Our beautiful barefoot daughter means the world to us. I for one am so incredibly happy have her near me, to bask in my adoring child's affection. This is going to be a busy week for me. I will not disappoint the women in my life. I am going to play hero and put everything to rights. Here in the swamp, in Houma, and with the Heroes: United. And then, hopefully, we shall always be as happy as we were today. For it is my family's loving hope and happiness that means everything to me.


Next:
Heroes, Villains, And The Call To Action!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/heroes-villains-and-call-to-action.html

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Our Romantic Week-Long Gulf Island Getaway.

My Darling Nude Sexy Wife Abby. She Is Still The Most
Beautifully Always Barefoot Lady In All The World...

The first day of our vacation was a most incredible and resoundingly
beautiful experience. Abby awoke with the sunrise. We went for a
luxurious swim together, when the morning sun was at it's highest.

When we returned to the shore, Abby was peaked from her morning
exercise, panting to catch her breath. She keeps herself in excellent
shape for her age. Abby takes such good care of herself. I am most
proud of her for this. There a lot of things we wish to do during this
week off. Abby wants me to go off this weblog until the entry for
Father's Day, just after the end of our vacation. Yes, I think this will
indeed be most sufficient. When we return home, we shall have an
enjoyable collection of the most beautiful memories of our time here.

This is the way things should always be. I am extremely happy now.
For me, loving happiness has always been such a rare thing. I'll have
this beautiful experience with me always, and begin a much brighter
approach to life in my existence. Peace and love to all, my friends.


Next:
Father's Day With My Family.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day-with-my-family.html

Friday, June 09, 2006

Abby: My Greatest Love.

Beautiful, Magnificent, Barefoot Abby.
She Comes Through For Me Once Again.

Abby found me with Poison Ivy asleep in my arms this morning.
I could not speak to her. I simply didn't know what to say. I was so terrified of breaking my soulmate's heart. Yes, I love Poison Ivy now, that much is true. But Pamela Isley is as nothing before Abby Holland, my beloved and precious wife. There was a long silence between us. Then Abby reported how Tefé was out of the hospital and staying in bed over at Zaina's house. Tefé will be spending the week there, and she is going to be fine. The bump on the head my daughter took from King Toad was nothing serious. I was so happily relieved to hear this.
Poison Ivy awoke. She looked nervously at Abby. I took the picture above of Abby as she told Ivy to, "Make like a tree, and leave us alone for a while." Ivy did so. I am so glad there was no conflict at that point. Ivy left peaceably, but she did not stray too far from us.
I understood perfectly why Ivy would want to hear what we said, for this was a becoming a personal matter for all of us. Abby said if I could accept her past with Jake (and Don Reynard before him), then she can accept my occasional sexual consortiums with Black Orchid, or even with Poison Ivy. I thanked Abby for this, but swore my eternal devotion to her. She told me to save it for now. She asked where King Toad was. I said with Poison Ivy's help, I'd managed to trackdown King Toad in the swamp last night, disarmed the monsters, and imprisoned them in a new Prison Tree, stronger than the last. Woodrue will likely free them again eventually, so this measure is only temporary at best. Abby is much more worried about Nerk and Sissy Bob, who are probably not dead and still well in hiding with their explosives, somewhere down beneath the streets of Houma. I agreed. I asked Poison Ivy to rejoin us. She showed Abby the box with the Mini-Woodrue. Abby saw a horrifying vision from her past, when Woodrue tried to kill her with a chainsaw several years ago. Abby freaked, and knocked the box from Ivy's hand.
It smashed against a nearby tree, and the little Woodrue escaped.
Ivy's nude green body dived into the underbrush in futile pursuit.
She came back to us upset at the loss of her tiny captive. I told her
it was all right then. We have gotten all we can out of Woodrue at
this time. King Toad is my prisoner again. At least for now.

Poison Ivy said she wanted to depart.

She wanted to return to Gotham City and spend time with her beloved Harley Quinn again. Very well, I gave Ivy permission to go.
She attached a bare minimum of ivy leaves to her body. Then before Ivy left us, she gestured to her favorite island retreat in the Gulf, insisting it would be a good place to relax for a time. I gratefully thanked Ivy for everything she has done for me. She thanked me for helping to save her from herself. Ivy said she will always be in my debt, before walking away. I took Abby into my arms and asked if she would like to take a boat, or if she felt like swimming all the way to the island? Abby said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go. I kissed my beautiful wife passionately. Abby smiled. She was too tired to swim, and insisted we get a fast boat. We went to Jordan Schiller's cabin and asked him to persuade Tee-Tonti to take us out to the island on his boat. Schiller was only too happy to comply with our wishes. We have traveled on the boat tonight. The island was soon in our sight. Tee-Tonti carried Abby's food and supplies onto the beach and we built her a small shelter. He warned us about the problems with it being hurricane season. I told him I will protect Abby from the elements. Especially at night. He told us to take care then.
He'll return for us on Father's Day, so I can spend that time with Tefé. Abby and I sat there on the beach, watching as his boat disappeared into the darkness. This will be a great time for us.
We are going to make the most of it. I love Abby. She is my world.


Next:
Our Romantic Week-Long Gulf Island Getaway.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-romantic-week-long-gulf-island.html

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Black Orchid: Feeling The Frustration.

Suzy Disapproves Of My Relationship With Pamela Isley.

Suzy has become rather upset with me... and the world in general.
As the intense pressure comes at me from all places, I suppose I will be faced with more scathing reactions such as this:


re: Susan Linden Thorne Weems II wrote:

"Alec. In light of recent events I've tried to be patient in reaction to what is currently happening, I just have to say: HOW DARE YOU???? Of all people you have to get involved with, WHY does it have to be POISON IVY? She tried to kill me in the Battle of Metropolis!
I offered my hand in friendship and she practically bit it off. I will
never understand where you see any goodness in her. Pamela Isley
is the most wretched, foulest, evil, insane, pathetic excuse for an elemental I've ever known. She's only deserving of a good mindwipe, not your understanding and respect! By rights, I should tell Abby about this, but she has suffered through more than enough already. What we have had together comes with the blessings of necessity. What you've done with Poison Ivy is inexcuseable. Don't think anything good will come of this. Poison Ivy is just as corrupt as the Floronic Man, King Toad, and all of the rest. She may come in a pretty package, but a super-villain is still a super-villain. As for me, I'm still at the blood-dome covering Riverrock. This living nightmare shows no signs of changing. I have no intention of leaving. I won't abandon the Shadowpact, nor will I let the world ever forget about their sacrifice. I honestly hope Abby and Tefé end up leaving you to face King Toad alone. At this point, you really and truly deserve it.
If you want Poison Ivy so badly, then I guess you deserve each other. And if you think all I'm going to do is bash you in this letter, forget it. I've done some checking. Tefé is going to be okay. She's not in a coma, but she will be laid up in the hospital for a week. Don't worry, she'll be fine. But you won't, if you keep wasting valuable time with Poison Ivy. Do what is right, please! Sincerely yours, Suzy."

I must admit to feeling divided about this. I certainly understand Suzy's feelings in this matter and how she's been hurt. But I must continue to do what I feel I should, no matter what it costs me, even the friendship and trust of the Black Orchid. Why must fate always be so cruel to me?


Next:
Abby: My Greatest Love.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/abby-my-greatest-love.html

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Unexpected Help From Poison Ivy.

Barefoot Pamela Isley: My Newest And Closest Friend?

Poison Ivy finally talked to me today. Morning came, and I was still in agony from yesterday's depression. Finally, the thought of losing everything I have worked so very hard for overcame me. I sat down and cried in my pain most despairingly. This must have touched something emotionally in Poison Ivy that is still Pamela Isley, for she came over and asked me if it was a stupid question, or if she could help me? I put my arms around Poison Ivy, and I asked her to stay with me. She told me that she was so very sorry for what she tried to do to Black Orchid. She begged for my forgiveness. I told her if anyone needed forgiveness, then it was me. This whole situation with King Toad and Woodrue has gotten unspeakably out of hand.
Ivy then showed me what she had in her hand. A small wooden box. She opened it. Inside was one of the Mini-Woodrues, crazily singing it's bizarre little song. She asked if this peace offering was going to be of any assistance? I told her I was grateful, that now I could study the problem and hopefully find a solution. This made her happy.
Later this afternoon, I found her bathing at the edge of the lagoon and joined her. We talked a lot about the problems we have had over the many years. Surprisingly, she had nothing to say about her insane lifestyle in Gotham City. Mostly she talked about her failures to find herself. The countless men and women she has destructively seduced over the years were merely her way for compensating for this. She's never been in a relationship where she was truly loved for being who she is. That is why she is so messed up, she explained. I told her that she's still Pamela Isley, despite her chemical and biological changes, and the world needs to see that. When her mission as Poison Ivy is finished, she said she will try to live again as Pamela Isley in her current state, just as I continue to carry on as Alec Holland would
for my wife Abby, even as I shall always exist as the Swamp Thing.
Ivy looked at me for long moments and told me that she loved me.
I took her into my arms and kissed her. I told her this kiss was from
Alec Holland to Pamela Isley. As the Swamp Thing and Poison Ivy,
we have a hard long road ahead of us. She said she will try to be
more like me. I hope she'll succeed in her quest to become a better
person. With my love and support she will do exactly that. I only hope
she finds the peace she seeks and someday abandons her otherwise
destructive path. This is truly the only hope Poison Ivy will ever have.


Next:
Black Orchid: Feeling The Frustration.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/black-orchid-feeling-frustration.html

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

A Crushing Defeat...


Tefé is in the hospital. She still hasn't woken up. She might be in a coma. I don't know if she is or not. I haven't spoken to Abby all day. She was outraged over Tefé's injury. The Birds of Prey have been called away on another mission. Black Orchid will not answer my summons. And to top it all off, I see Poison Ivy lurking in the swamp. But she's too afraid to approach me. I don't care. I feel so depressed. I wish I could take root and just leave all this pain and suffering behind me. But I can't let King Toad win. I feel so defeated and lost. And it hurts so much...


Next:
Unexpected Help From Poison Ivy.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/unexpected-help-from-poison-ivy.html

Monday, June 05, 2006

Payback For King Toad.

King Toad. The Most Wretched Monster Of All.

Today was World Environment Day. Ironic then, that tonight was when the Birds of Prey and I had confronted King Toad at this time. I stepped out of the van with Black Canary, Huntress, Gypsy, and Vixen at my side as we entered the abandoned shipbuilding warehouse. As soon as we entered, the lights came on. We were surrounded on all sides. Every one of King Toad's minions wielded a high-powered automatic weapon, ready and trained to use it. I asked King Toad where he got his new toys. He said he took them off some escaped convicts, hiding out in this very warehouse. He's said it's fated how things turn out. I asked him if he's also ran into Nerk and Sissy Bob. He said those Bayou Boys failed him, and he never cares to see them again. Suddenly, a loud noise came from above jarring the armed monsters. The Huntress had thrown a shock bomb toward the high ceiling of the warehouse to test for the possible presence of the explosives Nerk and Bob had stolen. Since nothing exploded, Dinah received permission from Oracle to unleash the full fury of her sonic scream. Black Canary gave the secret signal. Her friends sprang into action. Each of the women fought her way into a lone corner of the warehouse, and at once reaching safety, they all covered their ears. King Toad said I was stupid to count on women to do a man's job. Black Canary said she had something to say about that.
She released the powerful Canary Cry...

...and King Toad and his followers went flying. Admittedly, a far less fatal treatment than the one I would have inflicted upon King Toad, but an equally deserving one. Unfortunately, King Toad had one more trick up his sleeve. He reached behind a crate and pulled out his hostage for the evening: Tefé! My daughter had errantly followed us. Tefé was grabbed by one of the monsters as she had gotten too close to the warehouse. Now bound and gagged and crying, my beloved child has helpless in the hands of my worst enemy. King Toad was pleased to learn Tefé was now powerless to stop him. He was so happy, in fact, he showed me his other advantages. He reached into the tattered pants he'd taken from one of his victims and pulled out a small creature:
Clearly, this was Jason Woodrue. More, King Toad informed me, he had many such "Little Woodrues" all over Houma and the swamp. One word from him, and Woodrue can destroy everything. Then King Toad put the Woodrue away, and held a machete to Tefé's throat. He said we had better let him go now, or Tefé would die. I told him to kill my daughter would be to destroy himself, as the magic of the swamp protects those who are born there in the care of Cajuns, as Tefé was. Cursing loudly, King Toad released Tefé. Then he savagely hit her over the head. She fell unconscious into my arms. King Toad's boys fired at us to cover their escape. The Birds of Prey attempted pursuit. But a cocktail bomb and the fires it started forced them to give it up. Now we are worse off than before. Tefé has been hurt and she won't wake up.


Next:
A Crushing Defeat...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/crushing-defeat.html

Sunday, June 04, 2006

The Vixen: On The Trail Of King Toad.

The Barefoot Vixen, Marilyn McCabe.
A Woman Who Never Hesitates To Speak Her Mind.

Marilyn McCabe, the Vixen is a woman of skills as remarkable as the other Birds of Prey. Two days into her search, she has managed to find the location of King Toad's hideout in Houma. She does not know if Woodrue is present, nor if King Toad has acquired the explosives stolen from the construction company building last month by the missing and apparently presumed dead Nerk and Sissy Bob. Vixen tells me those monsters are the sickest, filthiest, most disgusting, sorry bastards she's ever seen, they even make me look good to her. Then, she promptly apologized to Abby for comparing me to the evil King Toad. I told Vixen that Abby didn't marry me for my good looks. Vixen admits this mission has been a refreshingly good change of pace for her. Like her longtime friend Gypsy, presently the Vixen is just as leisurely costumed as Gypsy and she remains as comfortably barefoot as her girlfriend. Marilyn has retracted her natural claws alternately maintaining between her rigorous athletic exercises and slipping into total relaxation in our inviting marshland environment. Vixen and Gypsy joined Abby and Tefé in swimming nude and diving beautifully into our family's favorite lake. How I adore all these lovely barefoot women. Abby certainly had fun, she says Marilyn's quirky behavior was quite engaging, even more so than Cindy's own. Tefé, after no surprises, was now totally captivated with our well-spent weekend with the Birds of Prey. Abby has even convinced Marilyn to follow her life's dream of returning to Vixen's native African wildlife preserves after this adventure. I certainly hope that Vixen will enjoy returning home to Africa as much as she's loving these nights here in the swamps, and I sincerely hope she writes back to us in good faith. The Barefoot Vixen and Barefoot Gypsy have become such good friends to us in the short time they've been here. I wish I could say the same about the Canary and the Huntress, but they can focus on nothing else but the mission, which is probably for the best. I wish the troubled Dinah and Helena had joined in our fun, at least for this pleasant evening. But they did not. Those two women seem particularly stressed. They could clearly use the refreshment of a casual time off. But as always it's business with them, not pleasure, that was their concern here. Both Canary and Huntress' costumes stayed on. For they stayed dedicated to their task, ready for anything. Strict constant surveillance was maintained about the targeted fugitive hideout. The Huntress wanted to move in on the warehouse where King Toad is hiding tonight, but the Black Canary insisted they must wait for Lady Blackhawk to return from her latest trip with the supplies and ammunition they'll need. We can wait one more night to strike. This mission must be completely successful, after all. There is nothing more important right now than stopping King Toad and Woodrue from destroying Houma. We know where our dangerous enemy is hiding. We have the element of surprise on our side. The attack will take place tomorrow. That is enough for now.


Next:
Payback For King Toad.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/payback-for-king-toad.html