And then there was the mad Professor X, the hemp pollen radiating female germinator, who's intent was to sneak into the laundryroom and implant hemp pollen into the monsterous trees that lurk, causing a massive pollenation of what CG might think to be Glass Slipper beans. Closetgrowth then plants the seeds and ends up crossing all of the GS with GS x hemp. (Edited by ProfessorX at 2:35 am on Mar. 30, 2003)
Alright, wanna make sure I have this straight: Chop is a kung fu-ing, bad ass, who plays no games...Is cursing aloud? or no? Do you want a dialogue for each member, good and bad, Solo? for example: while working the 9 to 5 on Growkind citys "Building of Modern Communications" Herbsparky master electrician and cannabis connoisseur quite accidentally grabs a treacherous live wire in turn pumping 12,000 volts of life threatening electricity through his fragile veins...Sparkys limp body is thrown half a city block by the blast directly into the path of an oncoming city bus. Screams and hopeless gasps fill the air of S. Cannabis Street. Unconcious and barely breathing Herb is left to fend for himself... The bus driver approaches unaware of the impending doom, he continues to roll oblivious to the body blocking his path...Suddenly! Herb is pulled to safety and resuscitated by a heroic citizen known simply as Greenthumb...That evening Sparkys life would change forever...a freak accident of unequaled proportions has converted Herbsparky into a man capable of generating and emitting electrical charges of vast voltage through his glowing fingertips into any object he desires. Life would never be the same for this master electrician and ironically Greenthumb the very man who saved Herbs life, forcing him to live in a world of confusion and seclusion, Happens to be the very individual who will guide Herb to his calling at the world renowned "Hall of Cannabis" where he will live out the remainder of his days as... HERBSPARKY Super Hero!... or I can keep up the story assuming everyone already knows this kind of stuff...let me know...peace (Edited by Seizure Dude at 1:33 pm on Mar. 30, 2003) (Edited by Seizure Dude at 2:00 pm on Mar. 30, 2003)
...I'll need ma shades, when wearin' that shockin' pink tuxedo, at least the hat's full o'green.......CHOP, we need to scheme
Hehehe excellant SD........herb you owe me one.LOL I think my character background could be something like greenthumb a long grower of pot has a freak accident with superthrive in the growroom and suddenly grows a greenthumb which when stuck in soil will make plants grow 3 fold.
Seizure and eanyonelese that is helping or is thinking about it. The only thing I want to stick to is the origins and the main plot. I would rather have 5 different versions of the story then 1 collabrated effort. This way no one else is stuck in hte others train of thought. More ideas can come to be this way. I will filter them into one story. Its not to late to get in on the first installment, start with your begining or pick up where some else left off, but once the first installment is out, thats it theres no going back, we go from there! Thanks I still need 1 meed schene we the intro with closet, the gathering of the villians, next ? (Edited by 420solo at 12:42 am on Mar. 31, 2003)
to answer your question seizure, the origins are not going to show up right away, but the more background we have on the characters the better the writers can develop the story, so its your choice, Herbs origin is done and its great!!!! Chop need to finish his, but hey no rush most origins are not known until much later!!!
In a burnt out car in a China town alley, avoiding the glare of passing cars and dripping airconditioners he rests. The smell of burning fiber glass in his nose, his cigarette butt still smoulering, hanging from the corner of his mouth he concentrates. Oblivious to what is taking place across town, he cleans his toe nails with a rusty nail. The lack of emotion on his face betrays the thoughts in his head as a muchroom peers it's ugly head from between his toes during the inspection. Disgust quickly turns to intrigue as he ponders the new development, what should he do? But before he can answer his own question, and with the flair of a butcher with no depth perception, he carves it from his foot, unflinching as the blood streaks across the interior, but even before his life blood reaches it's destination, the mushroom is in his mouth and is hammered home with the remnance of a bottle at his feet. What he couldn't have predicted was the amazing change that was about to happen, as he slipped what was left of his feet into his shoes and disppeared in to the shadows. No one could have known, that the next time he would appear it would be to the sound of screams as his victims saw first hand this new un-natural super power. With the ability to stretch like rubber this manic madman, bad breath in tow is on the prowl...
What the hell. . ."On a far off mountain top, the sounds of a strummin' banjo, come to an abrupt halt! Rky has caught a glimpse of a legend, the "Glass Slipper"! It was in the form of a dream, which had been long forgotten. In the dream, there was a mighty battle for the power of the "GS", all who saw it's beauty, were drawn to it like a bug to a fire! No challange was to large to stop the `coup of the "GS". All that was needed was a seed or two, and all would be well on the mountain. But how could a mere hillbilly, score such a grand prize, as the "GS"? The forces in action, on both sides are very powerful, but there must be some weakness, I can exploit! Hmmmm, There must be a trip in the future, for the man who has never left the high country. Can I even survive on the excesses of oxygen, at the lower altitudes? And even if I could, how do I defeat any superhero? There are too many powerful creatures that envy the "GS" and I shall need a plan. All I have is an ole` whishey still, a jug, a worn banjo, a battered Vega, a 2 story outhouse, 1 pair of coveralls, and my bong. How can I use these items to aid me in my quest for the "GS". But i do have a very powerful weapon myself, the hellhound, "Zelda". Surely she must be able to defeat anyone that stands between "daddy" and the "GS". If only Rky could score the "GS". Zelda must be the asset I need! But how do I communicate with a hellhound! The frizbee's seem to get her attention. Can she be taught to get the "GS" for "daddy"? I must be persistant, there has to be a way. I must go now, and train the hellhound for battle!" I was just daydreamin' and thought I'd toss it in! Doesn't every story need a crazy hillbilly with a hellhound? Peace all!
We have a toe mushroom eating stretch man and a banjo playin, hellhound taming hillbilly...Lovin it! Awesome job guys...Meanwhile Back at the prestigious Hall of Cannabis... The mysterious Proffesor Seize, resident Psychic and Super Hero mentor, quietly roams the hallowed halls upon his Magnanimous Stratum Jet Table in hopes of catching ever so slight vibrations on the controversial GS seeds whereabouts ...Having lost his body in a horrific espionage mission gone awry, the Proffesor is left to live, so to speak, with only his head. This comes about after a rogue Soviet Missile he has been disarming in midflight, unexpectedly detonates. Upon impact with the frozen ground below the proffesors head is retrieved, identified and rushed into suspended animation for further analysis by the Secret Soviet Strike force(SSSF)... his ravaged body left scattered in pieces amongst the ominous Siberian landscape...After years of intense study it is agreed upon by Nicholi Broshnekov, the noble prize winning Soviet scientist, and his communist cabinet that the proffessors head will be immediately reanimated for its vast knowledge of enemy criteria. In the beginning the head,kept alive by artificial means, is used for deciphering United States secret code sent via Nuclear submarine a language the proffessor himself had designed and developed for the powerful nemissis nation. Soon after a Magnanimous Stratum Jet Table is constructed by the gloating scientist Broshnekov in order to supply the head with oxygen, vital nutrients and of course mobility... Of titanium design and mounted upon 4 stainless steel jet enhanced wheels the table is capable of traveling at speeds in upwards of 60 mph. Retrofitted with mutiple bionic limbs the proffessor is no longer a man as we know one to be. He is now a head mounted atop an amazing machine capable of awe inspiring feats. Despite the titanium capacitor where his heart once was, the proffessor still feels the agonizing pain of a man who has been ruthlessly converted into a mad Soviet scientists psychopathic spectacle... This stuff is so corny gotta love it! (Edited by Seizure Dude at 4:42 pm on April 1, 2003)
****, you have worked out where BD is! Hey the he was going to get the seeds! So we got chop to sort it out! So what we have here, is mrs B with the power of the rotting trout. And chop's mistical toe jam fungus! lol mint!!!! So where do the kill White widows come in? Are they produce from a fert which is made from rotting trout and a dash of fungal foot rot??? Mad, im really looking forward to seeing what comes next!
Not yet Chop...Northlite, Skuzzi, Greenthumb and Mrs. B still need theirs... A horrendus explosion is heard echoing through the back alleys of Downtown Amsterdam, automobile and building alarms set off by the blast howl furiously mercilessly cutting through the frigid night air...Sirens set atop fire engines flood the city streets they begin to wail in unison desperately searching for the location of the blast...Meanwhile...A dark,omniscient figure works his way through the wreckage pulling himself through the large hole recently created in the back wall of the "Primo Cannabis Cafe" abruptly landing upon shards of broken glass, shattered water pipes and concrete blocks the thick dust still settling as he walks...Making his way through the wreckage, he comes upon a safe containing the Primo cafes premium seed stash "Lets seeeee. Ahhhh yesss there they are!" Northlite lets out a howl of laughter and begins to crassly crack the safe "Out with the good in with the bad replacing the kind with Mexican shwag! Heheheheheheheheeee!" He begins replacing all of the "Primo Cannabis cafes" top notch seeds with seeds from a horrific strain of dirtweed known for its stench and lack of THC. Bag upon bag of stable, predictable chronic seeds are replaced with the repulsive, gag inducing strain affectionately known to the psychotic villian as "Mexican Dirt"..."Until they grow, theyll never know!" he cries tears from frantic laughter streaming down his face..."Amsterdam will be contanimnated with our special strain, leaving the smokers and shop owners in delicious pain, giving them everything to lose and us everything to gain! heheheheheee!" North cries his face and belly sore from laughter...As the sirens make there way toward Northlites location he vehemently finishes loading the last bags of shwag seed then quickly locks the safe dusting off any fingerprints left behind with a purple velvet hankerchief. he then proceeds to stuffing the bags of premium seed into his backpacks where they will be happily incinerated back at the villians insidiously smelly hideout...leaping like a siamese cat through the jagged opening Northlite lands in the cafes back alley bags of premium seed in tow. The moonlight dances on his velvet top hat, flashing red lights begin reflecting off the white alley walls as the authorities close in on the onerous villians location... " Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go go go!" he whispers to himself giggling all the way "Wouldnt want to dance any jigs with the pigs heheheheheee!"...A police cruiser turns the corner tires screeching high beams blazing suddenly a search light begins to franticly expose every nook and cranny of the pitch black alley the sounds of wide band radios blaring in the background. as the light approaches North leaps a large wooden fence like a panther on the prowl landing in a well kept garden carrots and beets clinging to his shoes as he exits the property. "Cant have that now can we" he says referring to the officers spotlight. Climbing into a black BMW parked on the next street North quickly heads for the airort precious seed by his side...As the fires in Downtown Amsterdam begin to glow like dieing embers and with the sun on the rise a jumbo jet screams overhead on a nonstop flight to Quebec seat 14 aisle 2 carrying the evil demise of Canadas precious coffee shops...As the Canadian citizens sleep a madman works through the night changing thier lives forever!... (Edited by Seizure Dude at 10:48 am on April 6, 2003)
C'mon guys, those who havent written their backrounds jump in and add something to this. North I know you're never short for words and Mrs B and Skuzzi I know you can think up something. I thought GT had already thought up something for himself and his "Green Thumb". Lets get this started....before it fades like many a good GK idea...
