alschroeder wrote:
Wait a second....
Isn't this how Dr. Doom got started?
(Mental image of college-age Reed Richards paying Doom's doc off afterwards..."Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three...")
---Al
Well if you're thinking along those lines...
Kharisma wakes up, feeling a humming, metallic mass on her chest. Her head has been confined on all sides by by smooth, hard dome. Her hands go from what distant voices are saying is her mobile life support control console to her face, flinching from the rough grooves and sore flesh under her finger tips.
"What...is this?"
The doctors look at one another and merely console her with soft spoken sympathies. Kharismas vision focuses finally and a smirking, blonde haired face comes into focus.
"I've made....preparations for your recovery. Doctors, the mask please."
"Wait...my face, what happened to my face?"
Her words are muffled and her vision goes black as her face is confined by a smooth black mask. She hears it lock in place, and takes deep, hard breaths....
"Haa-hurr.....Haa-hurr"
"My beauty, I used to feel it's aura of shallow energy vibrate through me. I feel it's....gone now."
"It is Kharisma. But because of the input and donations from your admirers from Nerdrotica, you shall begin life anew. Come Kharisma, join the lonely and desperate side!"
Mike helps her up, she is led to a mirror and what she saw sparked a memory from Nerdrotica.
"I was asked to roleplay this character several times for clients, but it--it
can't be!"
"I'm afraid it is...go forth Kharisma, go forth and let all know to fear the wrath of
Lord Vanity!"
She raises both of her clenched fists, and yells...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"