My Real Life Super-Hero story!

[Zmija Sebastian]

My own COMIC Character, Burg Zmija. I've got a basis story figured out, and I'm going to begin shortly here.

[Zmija Sebastian]

Exercising could last for hours, and it couldn't be any better than thinking I was under the leaves of a jungle.

Away from my armor, away from any other room, I pondered how to proceed wiping sweat off my head with a paper-towel. That was 4 hours this time, 1 more than usual. But again he punched the air randomly around him, proud of his abilities, keen to fulfill more, but not apt currently. I chose to sit and drink a bottled water; opening the clasped end with his teeth and splurging the liquid with a squeeze of his right hand into his mouth, he drank deeply but the bottle was never big enough to be filling- was always fun though needing to squeeze like 6 times to finish it, though. Reminded him how he's not a Highwayman, but a hero.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I put on my costume. And then it began... The whole room was in translucent orange. At that moment there was an explosion in the hallway of the aprartment complex. I went to my door, opened it and peered about. Down the hall it was ablaze - then a orange Ninja followed by some red Ninja gaited through the pyros flames. The Ninja was male, fore he pointed his finger at me and actually spoke at me "There you are Viper!"

"You must be Chinese, otherwise I'd have to respect your misfit attire as Shinobi - but that's only in the presence of a Kage, right? You got those shawls masking your identities." I said to the Ninja that looked like they had merged with the very flames behind them. I leaned against the border of my door, and poised my legs.. as they got nearer. At my liberty the red ninjas pulled out the katans out of the scabbards of their backs, and strafed then around their orange pal to assail me. Humored that they didn't make a speech I broadened my self off the wall and relinquished my sabers from my back.

[Zmija Sebastian]

The first Ninja to my left had a dark colored katana, through my lenses it seemed almost magenta. I parried it away, and upon the Ninja's backlash counter I braced my saber to it and lunged my right arms saber into the Ninja's guts. I slashed out then to parry the next Ninja's katana. During the seconds it took for the Ninja to create a slash themself I stepped into the first Ninja and bashed my arm into them - causing them to drear and tumble to the floor. Now with an opportunity of the hallway being mine assault I swished my other saber through the Ninja's midsection, up to a savvy gash through the side of their head, and thrust my left arms saber into the back of the assailant. When I had pulled it out, the Ninja fell to the floor.

The 1t Ninja had survived and made a thrusting lounge at me. I crouched and crossed my sabers to catch there opportunity, and forced a brushing of eachother off me. They landed on their feet, but I was already there and had chopped both his arms off with my sabers. My next attack was to just skull bash the assailant where I stood. The fatality was made.

The red Ninja pulled out their own katana, and again like these Ninja's katanas it was a shade of pink or something. The began to surge forward, katana at shoulder level pointed straight with two hands. The red Ninja when close enough relented his two handed grip and momentumed themself to run up the wall, and sprung off it to chop at me. I blocked it with my right saber, swiveled into the hallway, and watched saw the Ninja frontflip to a landing. They turned, but didn't assault themself. They said to me "I am Eel Guard Wilbert *the walls down the hallway behind him exploded into flames* I am inducting you into Serpent Society."

Astonished, I had moments to see a yellow Ninja, but then the apartment's flooring fell under me and I collapsed through there, to another level. I consciously landed, and jolted into a clearing, somersaulted graciously with my sabers, stood and sheathed them onto my back. The whole apartment was blazing above me, I was in an infernal wrath not yet a full inferno. Several cieling locations had gaping holes, and licking flames going up, walls had fell, doors were a blaze. I had to escape.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I ran through the location, galloping sometimes over debris. Through the smogs I found the veiled gloom vanished when I disperesed through enough to a shine of light - straight into the concrete parking garage for the apartments. There I saw several more of those Ninjas but not all of them were Ninjas, I could see a disctint order to them through the use of combat boots and other armor. Even still, I saw a few non orientated people among them, also warrior types. These had a more 'Serpent Society' example to them, I knew because I too was in my costume.

Several spoke at the same time, and it was all introductions of a sort "I am Mountain Adder Chevalier Searcher, I am Caspian Cobra Chef, I am Missippi Green Water Snake Bombadier Treasurer, I am Red Eel Master of Raving, I am Rocky Banded Rattlesnake Guard, I am Puff Adder Guardian, I am Coach Whip Protector" with their various human names afterwards. They had all withdrawn their swords, some rapiers, some katanas. At the sight of a new approaching member of their 'Serpent Society' they all kept from rushing at me. This new person was dragging her two ninja blade whips. They were about 25-50 ft long and triangular blades were attached closely to one another on a wire of some sort. When she got to within closure of sound to me she said "I am Lieutenant Bush Viper Lady Corruptor Alexis. You will stop your actions and join my faction, or else be killed like recruitment fails."

I said back "What's more to 'Serpent Society'?"

She said "Serpent Society is us all working together together, there's a bigger granting than just Serpent Society - but you'd have to become an Officer of the Mercenary Treasury, I can't say more than this."

"I assume these other serpents, here, are soldiers? But they have no rank to their names... They must of been lucky to survive an acceptance, so then that's all they fight for. How much would I get paid on their teir?" I asked. She started loosening her whips in minor drawled out spirals. "Compensation is a weekly pay of 10 jewels."
"Random jewels?" I asked.
"Yes."

I pulled out my sabers, then spoke "Sounds pretty, but I imagien theirs no acceptance for me now that I am aware of your position because of my asked question - therefore I must fight you off, otherwise how could I have a rank amongst the mercenaries?"

She answed "There're trooper ranks, too. Privates and Sergeants-*she saw me strafe forward into a skirmish vector*

[Zmija Sebastian]

She made a slashing motion with those blades at me, she trodded towards me because she had two. As they arced my way I actually had a thought of vivaciousness to avoid the blades instead of bracing them away with ym sabers, a thought like that is thrilling. I could make a mistake and learn a new, but I had prepared for moments like these - for all my thrills I knew I'd not stay and fight, I'd instead brace them off and closer some more as primeval as I can remember before I slithered away. I had lost my mentality for this opponent, yes, but I never wanted to end it - I needed to take advantage of the crowd of onlookers. With my fangs bared, these sabers will do me justice.

I mad the blades cut away from my vector, but the other blades were sent arced at me - the woman couldn't have seen my attack, she must of wanted to be that dexterous. I couldn't block it in time, I had to swiftly halt and swivel to chop at it with my first arm. It left my other arm defenseless and the initial blades I cut off had come back for a stab, so I risked a jolting somersault forward in the direction my other arm still was and skidded on my feet when I landed. The next arc of blades had missed me - yup, she wanted to be like that I mused in my mind. And mind this too! I thought as I twisted to face her and did X barrage slashes with my sabers. The blades did not break, they only faultered. Enough so that the user had to remanage her whole strokes. I used that to hop onto an automobiles engine's hood and began slinking to jump from one to another. I vaulted over a gated defence to the next level, but this one to the bottom.

I almost would of rambled into fleeing people, but the shrieked at the sight of me halting all of us. "Make way, or get on your knees! I'm just getting free!" I bursted at them.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I jolted through them and away from the hellion. I had such force of speed that when I got into a brush of woods I skullbashed a person hiding there to stop my self. They fell to the ground. There I shadowed looking at the chaos.

Police and firefighters had come, but no signs of the villians. Other emergency vehicles came too. They belonged to the Polish Wolves of Chicago. They had tried to help the law enforcement with their own firetruck, it shot out foam.

In their confusion I sheathed my sabers to slithered and slunk under their truck.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I actually put myself to sleep it took so long for them to forfeit the location, but it still could of been just like 20 minutes. When the truck began to move I gripped above me and hefted myself off the street. At a 2nd stop I risked slithering out, and galloped to a hop ontop of the truck, when it drove idly aby ahead of me. I remained on the top of it all the way to an industrial complex that looked like a huge arcade club house; It even said "Ignite Gaming Lounge".

When they were entering a garage door I had slithered deeper under the hose for the foam, concealing myself good.

[Zmija Sebastian]

When it had parked, and an assortment of Wolves gathered and communion with the returned Wolves, I stabbed all my fingers palm straight into a womans throat. They all were working together to search the trucks, one by one. I had gotten through to her spines backside. It was a sudden death. I reeled out and used my other arm to grab her breast, to brace her crumpling silently into the confines I was laying in. I slithered and overturned her as I did so. I then slithered to the front and slunk down the trucks windshield, leaving a bloodwake to my bloodpool as I bided time crouched in front of the truck. These wolves needed to communicate, I guessed, because the other trucks were clean, so they just huddled up to the next one. But they didn't start on it until every person was there.

I crouched adeptly down the garage one truck to another. By my 7th truck they had found her. There was a door on the concrete wall - I ventured in, with no woman in sight I sprinted down it's passage. Using corridors for what seemed like 2 minutes a klaxan then began to rang through the complex. By then I had spritzed my arm enough for the blood to be concealable upon my scales.

But no sounds of beating feet. I had no instinct about why not, and just walked the path I had chosen.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I had found applause, and not just any applause - thunderous applause. A sanctuary within this Wolf's Command was a Court. Filled with hundreds of people dressed in animal costumes. I emerged and slithered where nearest into a pack of merriment. Some were bands together, so I found myself idling nearest a man as a Eagle.

"I'm a Lesser Spotted Eagle. Name's Swift Eagle." Said the man. I, of course, said back "I'm the Brown Spotted Pit Viper. Name's Burg Viper." He told me how there's been a flux of communities rising amongst us animals making themselves societies. If skilled enough a solo animal could be predatory enough to create chaos and confuse Orders into secular idealisms, abating structure. That could terrorize futures into forming a nation with empiric anarchy, and dissolute governments for prosperous practice.

And some such societies are bettering, currently, to best against what is to come. There's nothing we can do, but survive, but knowing who's who can be all the change to some. His explanation of a Serpent Queendom, hailing themselves as far as secrecy upholds as a "Serpent Society" so happens to be badning serpents in turfs were Orders, or Factions of animals reside where their population of serpents tend to be villains.

It has been nothing but blood shed. No person knows how to cease their actions, how it proceeds with feignment also hinders the animals, and there is no "recruitment", which has been a policy for Factions. There can not be an Order, unless it wants unanimous war; Fore they policize on trust - instead of calling it "secrecy."

In the center of these hundreds of animals sat a White Wolf woman. She looked honed, and deadly, but of a majesty that expressed compassion was a skill not uncouraged, too. She kept busy with her Wolves whilst us, the party, manifested talk.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I thought about duping the sector, profoundly say things about her being the Reaper Princess, and that her might aught to marry the Polish Wolf Skull King in Poland, but even though those are their names, I know to save such things for romance, instead. So, not knowing what to do, but be fond of the presence of one of my Idles it was flipping awesome that all of the sudden the ceiling imploded, then seared to a grave opening. Through the open came more of the Serpent Society members. A tall black armored man landed on his feet, and many other colored armor warriors landed nearby - they deflected, and wrestled the guardian Wolves that tried to eradicate their presence.

He found his eyes with the White Wolf woman, and spoke " I am Commander-Major Burrowing Asp Herald Xander, and these are my Inland Taipans."

[Zmija Sebastian]

They were surrounded by maybe 30 Wolves, and the White Wolf woman was still unmoving. The fighting was 30 Wolves vs 20 snakes. As it progressed to first blood then did she do something. She flipped a switch where she sat. Among her rose caches, some tall, some shorter but wider, too. She shot bullets out of a Thompson Submachine Gun above her, stopping the fights, then she spoke aloud "I am the Polish Wolf, and these are my Princesses! *she made an aim at the Burrowing Asp, and with her spare hand pushed a button near that switch* "And this is my Court Sanctuary. As you can all see I am preoccupied to continue our meeting. Please find your way out, or you'll all die the same!"

Her Wolves unpinned smoke grenades around the snakes, dispersing from the locations. Other Wolves, all around us, did the same. She shot that Thompson Submachine Gun where the snakes aught to have been.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I moved with the majority of the crowd, slithering through the mobs going to fight. I managed to get into a limousine, for practicality sake so as to not go through jostling, and become a 'rogue' amongst them.

There're many Thompson Submachine Gun ammo cannisters on the floor, and a Thompson Submachine Gun laying upto the seat. Many were empty, and many were not, I attached one to the SMG and turned the safety off, hoping that was enough. A person got into the limousine, and after a few seconds of rummaging, started up the enginge. We drove out.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I was getting shot at, but their aim was terrible. I thought they were shooting the street, too. I pressed for the moonroof to slide open. it not only slid open, but opened so much the back seats folded in, and maneuvered to have a jacuzzi begin, when the back-roof comparted itself.

I had careening steps to the jacuzzi, walked up them from the middle, and shot my Thompson SMG over the jacuzzi at a force of motorcycling Monkies. I got some dead, but they had superior weapons so I couldn't focus on them all - they shot a Rocket Propelled Grenade at my limousine but it flew over it and devestated the wall, catastrophicly it tried to collapse on the motorcyclists, but they evaded it. Again they shot a RPG at the automobile, veering pass me to the street ahead. My driver stepped on the gas peddle and we vectored through the damage, skidding onto the belly of the limousine at the otherside, and bumping forward after it. That caused the SMGs to huddle about me, I commandanted another and so I shot two Thompson SMGs at my foes. I sprayed apart, and brought them together to a bar. That got the monkies.

We exited the building, without a sight of them, too. I did see some escape inevitably, but we were long gone by then. They didn't pursue, they must of been just meddling with their dire strait.

[Zmija Sebastian]

My driver got into a forest preserve, slowed, and parked. A button transformed her side of the closed automobile into a throne-opening. She walked down from her mantle, took a good look at me there by the jacuzzi among Thompson Submachine Guns, sitting with my sabers sheathed on my back on the last step to the jacuzzi. She was a yellow and blue Dragonfly. He wings fluttered into existance from behind her, she hovered and zaned over to me, landed nimbly some feet away, and when her wings stalled, showing their transparency, the blonde thanked me.

I stood up, saying as I took steps toward her "No thanks or welcomes are needed. I got in, you got out, Pretty." I stopped a foot away, turned and off the sideseat over the automobile's frame stepped out of the the convertable limousine, landing on the turf.

"I'm a Hero, I wanted to. *By the sound of her voice she turned her face towards my scales* I am the Yellow-Winged Darter Dragonfly, and the name's Meadow Dragonfly."

I said primevally "I'm the Brown Spotted Pit Viper Burg Viper, a Burglar." I slithered away.

[Zmija Sebastian]

Serpent Society, indeeds, indubitably - they were everywhere. If it weren't for Heroes Chicago would of been another planet. I liked it, but to stay a burglar I'd need to support Heroes for the greater good of my monetary adventures... Anarchic is orange.

I came over a log, and was about to step into the stream but I couldn't make a move any longer, in front of me were two snake warriors mating in the grass. A Bushmaster and a Bush Viper. I opened my fire of my left's T-SMG at them - I hadn't yet mated, if any person should be mating with the Bush Viper it better be me on my path. She was even peachy.

My assault alerted other Serpents about me. I stood in a stream with enemies blood waking by my tail-boots, silent. I went forward, because I'm Burg Viper. Forward, with 1 T-SMG in my left hand and 1 in my right. I stepped on their skulls; Now that they're dead it's not necessary to call them "heads".

[Zmija Sebastian]

Rustling in the woods felt like I needed to spray my T-SMGS in an arc, from forward to side to side as I moved forward. I began to run on full-automatic gun-fire. That hid my position, but my approach was not halted when my bullets were done I Zmijad forward, using all pretense of Viper as a safety no longer, exposing myself to the open street like a true Polish Warrior in enemy lands - the Zmija Ranger, not Viper Ranger. When I got out though, for what Viper was in me for having learned English thus far I flung both Thompson-SMGs at my nearest opponents. There weren't any, so the T-SMGs just rebounded off the grass their vectors.

I had an open view of the City now. I slithered forward towards the darkness of the shadows that crept up the architecture, all too well experienced from lights and open areas already, planning to treasury them with combat, when or if it should try itself.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I had the darkness for some time. I kept walking through it's gloom. A clad in black Vigilant-Adversary was against the wall as I had been getting nearer. I kept at it. My slithering slowed a pace, and so the male figure spoke "The name's Sound Hound."

I said, as I was slithering, "Name's Burg Zmija."

They pondered with a bark to my back as I got farther passed. "I'm a Doberman Dog." I stated "I'm the Bronzowie Kropkowie Dwor Zmija."

[Zmija Sebastian]

Whether it was the distance I had gotten or enough shadows for the darkness for them to not see my saber stabbed into their chest - I twisted to a slink and snared the lunge into an upperslash out of their body, and with my right arm that pulled out the other saber I sliced off his head. The body hit my stance, but I didn't kick it away with my movement, but it wasn't a brace either. Just standing bravely. It heaped to the ground. I removed my position from it's death and turned into the shadows, sheething my sabers as I went.

[Zmija Sebastian]

The night had become silent, as I was traversing the rooftops of what I had thought was an upTown scene; There were no City buildings, but every building whether livable or not was close enough to resemble an unIncorporated Burg, so the rooftops could be tread upon casually for miles, safe from terraformed carnage, like construction.

I'd be able to sleep in the shadows, wake at first warmth, and return to my lair within the hours of daybreak. I was about to search for a location when I saw a Base-of-Operations below to a Court Way-Boulevard. There were caches of hidden processions, some open with ordnances of Burst Rifles, some more modern to the ability of several assault functions, not merely fully-automatic, straight tents, and tables. All the Vigil Crusaders thereof were Pet Types; Dogs mostly, Parrots, Canaries, Bunnies, Pigs, Fish, Cats, Turtles, Lizards, Serpents, Amphibians, but it were the Dogs and Cats that were patrolling the outland, the Others were at Parade-Halt, requesting positions amongst themselves for stability.

4 black Limousines drove into the Qualm. Pet Snakes exited the vehicles, hauling a tied Woman-type of Heroine. Lights began to lit around the vicinity from overhanging cables I hadn't evidently seen, like a Spider-Web the cables ordained to the center of their Base-of-Operations. I couldn't see exactly how they spoke, thus I could only get mild sound, but I dared not get closer, I remained in darkness looking down at the Brigade.

A Black Man in a black costume set the Woman down onto a wooden picnic table, took off the apparel from her Head, freeing that much for her to see. He spoke to a goldeny muscular Male "Here, Major Retriever, is a Terrorist from the extremes." She began to asunder Herself over at them "I am Princess Javan Spitting Cobra Monika! You will desist and reform with me unbound before I will have your contempt-" She was muffled with that apparel anew, silencing Her.

Major Retriever said "Good, Black Kingsnake. She seems to be exactly what we need, I take it she's from the 'Serpent Society'?"