My name is Wally Spec and just to let you know, I'm Dead.

   Actually that's not my real name. I've gone by plenty of other names. Doug Cooke, The Dark Warrior,The White Warrior, The Warrior, Nova, Epsilon, Sentinnel and some other colorful names that shouldn't be repeated.

   My real name is Cephus. You see I come from a race of beings known as The Star People. We tend to name our children after Stars for some reason. I guess because we spend so much time travelling between them. Who the Hell knows. I didn't do that with my two boys.

   Before I get into my boys I'd rather tell you about my daughter, adopted daughter actually but she was my first and only daughter so she holds a special place in my heart. Man that is some kid. She's actually the daughter of one of my Greatest enemies, Blitzkreig. She's fast as hell, stronger than me and shoots lightning!! What more could a Father ask for. I wonder if she married that Boy of hers. I always acted like I wasn't too keen on him but he had guts.

   The boys on the other hand are a different story all together. They're both like me. Their mother took them away from me a few years after they were born. I can't really blame her since I was never around and was a horrible example. Funny thing about travelling through space. It seems like it messes around with time too if you don't do it right. Jessica took the boys back to my home world when William and Michael were six and two years old respectively.

   When she came back with them a few years later William was twenty and Michael was sixteen. William was a lot like his uncle( my Brother) and took on his mantle of Dark Lord when he was old enough. Michael on the other hand was much more like me. He took on some of my good traits but unfortunately he took all my bad traits too ten times over.

   You see he's the one that killed me once. He called himself Oblivion. I guess it must have been pretty tough on him never having a father figure around.William had me around at least for a few years but Michael never got to spend any time with me really.Who knows, maybe he was better off that way. He grew up to be an  Assasin but he told me he was doing me for free. At least that's what he said right before he drove the Sai through my heart. He almost looked sorry when he did it, almost.

   I guess I could get into my past a lot more since it's pretty damn colorful and exciting from somebody looking in from the outside. For me it was just plain painful most of the time. I guess that's what you get for being a "SuperHero" with a really bad temper.

   The real question I have for you is, if I'm Dead then what the Hell am I doing talking to you??!!!

   There's something bad coming, something really, really bad.

   There are so many things that I'm having trouble remembering now. A lot of it keeps coming back to me in flashes. I remember all of us taking on Fantastic Man when we first started out. What I can't always remember is who "us" might have been. I can remember Sampson and Viper. I even remember Viper picking up a gun later on in his career and calling himself Sniper but I don't remember too much else about him except he was real fast. Samson was strong as all get out but he had a glass jaw if I remember right.

   I remember that Bastard Kinkaid and all the trouble he put me through. They even locked me up because I went into His office and killed him. You would think someone might realize he wasn't even human when I did it. I remember Chad and Frank fondly. Both were heavy drinkers but neither one could keep up with me. I never tried to push them since I actually can't stand beer and my metabolism is 3 times what theirs was so I would just fly them both home once they were done.

   It's almost strange they way I remember some of my worst enemies in sort of a fond fashion. These guys spent half their time trying to kill me but I have to say I felt more of a connection with any of them than I did with half the "Heroes" I spent any time with. Maybe that's how you really get inside someones head, have those long drawn out conversations before you prepare them for their destruction.

   I almost feel like I'm mellowing in my old age. It doesn't really matter at this point anyway. They're all gone and I don't have anything left to care about. I guess I'm better off that way anyhow. Somebody brought me back just so I can go through that hell all over again.

  Thanks a lot whoever you are. I could have used the peace for once in my life.

   

Don't worry Wally,  at least you are not like the modern Superman, crying every six issues when someone mentions your lost world.

   You took away everything from me that I ever cared about. My Family, friends, Hell you took my whole Universe from me. I could never really figure someone like you out.

   What was it that made you want to just absolutely destroy everything you came in contact with? Bad wiring in the head? Completely devoid of any real type of conscience? Mommy didn't pay enough attention to you as a kid?

   The Adversary. You chose an interesting name for yourself with that one. I understand it has some religous connotations to some people. Interesting I guess if I really cared about them but I don't.

   You know I feel you coming, don't you? I'm not going to come looking for you since it's a waste of energy. You've done a real good job on me. Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with a sense of Doom all through the Air around me. Does that make you feel godd? Does that help your little psyche? I really hope so.

   I'll be waiting for you on this twisted version of my Earth. I hope I don't have to wait too long to see you because after were done I'll be going back to join my family.

  By the way, I think I may have forgotten to mention this before. Last time we got together I just hurt you. This time I'm going to kill you.

Excerpt from the journals of the Quidnunck:

  ..Upon further studies it seems that this Wally Spect contains traces of radiation from an unknown, undiscovered spectrum.  I am not 100% sure, but I think that he contains enough potential energy within his cells, that if they were to sponaneously be released, he could destroy the world.

Hammer wrote on Feb 8^th, 2010 at 1:37am:


You have no idea my friend.

No offense, but this story sounds very similar to a
biblical story...

   My name is Philip Tubman and just to let you know, I'm a Shoe Salesman.

   Please understand that the last 48 hours have been very difficult for me. I can only guess that sometime during the earthquake in Manhattan I must have been knocked unconscious. It's possible that while I was out someone must have taken my clothes and my identification. This is all really quite embarrassing for me. I should not have been anywhere near all this "activity" recently in New York City since I am really quite mild mannered.

   Earthquakes, Aliens and Super Heroes? This is something that I use as a tool during sales and fittings at my store to keep the children amused while I am usually working with their parents. I've actually become quite good at it since the whole MetaHuman craze was brought to light. I have stories that I made up about Heroes, and Villians. My favorite one's are the stories about Fantastic Man and the Group known as The Guardians. Those really keep the kids attention.

   Right now these special agents from the police force have informed me that they will be contacting my wife Gladys for me. Why I can't simply make the phone call myself is a bit silly but honestly I can't remember the number to my house. As I said before this is all really quite embarrassing for me. I hope the dog didn't make a mess since I usually take him out during my lunch breaks. I only live a few minutes from the store you see. It's not that my wife isn't understanding and such, it's just she can be a little difficult at times.

   They're coming back to ask me some more questions and perform another physical on me again I think, this will be the second one today. I'm sure that it's all for my own good and they want to make sure I'm all right. They really are very nice people you know.

   What I can't figure out is why so much fuss and attention? What's so special about a 41 year old Shoe Saleman from Illinois???.....

   Well it looks like I got my powers back without having to resort to anything drastic. It seems the block just wore off naturally on it's own. That's really a good thing since I did not want to try it the other way.

   Our little trek to The Moevian Homeworld proved to be very enlightening. Proved to be very dangerous too but I'll get to that later.

   I took it upon myslef to get to know their Religous Faction more than the rest. Scion and Strong took the other two factions. I took on the persona of my original birth name and people to help ingratiate myslef with The Moevians. I guess it helped. To them I would be known as Dark Star. My abilities tend to lie in that direction anyway so it seemed to fit.

   It took all I had in me just to keep up the charade. These people actually worship a Black Hole. To each his own  I guess but to to my people that would be more like Worshipping Hel than anything else. Too bad I'm so close to that description myself but we are all born the way we are. I'm wondering if I could actually survive a trip through that void. Never tried that one but it seems to be something else I will have to look into. Could it possibly be a way to release my Univers and get me back home? Like I said, something else to work on when I get back to this other Earth. Right now that seems to be an issue.

   It seems this Utopian Society of Moev isn't so perfect after all. Sure thier a powerful Empire but it's obvious they are dying from the inside out. It's like a cultural disease they don't even know they have. Dr. Wally to the rescue? I think not.

   I can't say I was totally shocked when we appeared on this desolate void of a planet and were attacked by half a dozen of their Meta Moevians. I could see the look the one known as Equinox was giving Marshall during the funeral. What did suprise me was the fact that the group was made up of representatives from different Factions of the society. Maybe the lines are breaking down for them. At least the three houses got to agree on something quickly for once. Unfortuantely that did not bode well for Myslef, Scion and Strong.

   Sure, break all the traditions and rules of your Great Empire and alienate a new Planet that you just began peaceful negotiations with because Marshall felt the need to scratch his nose during a Funeral Ceromony. People say I'm the Crazy one.........

   It's been a pretty tough day. At least I think it was all during one day, this Illithid chronograph is pretty tough to follow.

   Coming in contact with the foam that copied my powers was an eye opening experience. Actually it was more of a mind opening experience if anything. What I found out from that second of contact scared the hell out of me.

   Bad day. Strong and I let out the Universe's number one criminal from his eternal prison and then piss off the one guy who was in charge of watching him for all Eternity. Great Job Mr. Hero. Now to top it all off after we finally decipher the other ships computer we are able to analyze that it's going to take us well over 500 years to reach earth.

   If that wasn't enough we're now about to be boarded by a the men from NOWHERE. The mother ship seems to be hovering right outside. One saving grace to all this is that they are probably the only ones who can actually help me right now. The problem is last time we met the were hell bent on my obliteration.

  I was hoping I could have made some kind of peaceful contact with the Cypher men from N.O.W.H.E.R.E. this time but they still seem to be hell bent on taking me out. I guess not having a mouth makes it a little tough to communicate but I did try to surrender to them as a show of good faith. I can understand them trying to do their job as Peacekeepers of the Multiverse and all but I'm just a little selfish when it comes to just wanting to return to my own Universe and be done with this one. Nothing personal, it's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live here.

  We really could have used that ship of theirs to get back to this version of Earth. What I had to do to get us back scared the living hell out of me. Knowing now that I can do things now that I could never do before just by willing things to happen is going to become an issue at some point. I have no idea what the limits are and I'm Deathly afraid of what could happen if I tried to reach for this power while I was going through one of my rages. I don't even want to think about it but I guess it makes me understand why the Cypher want me Neutralized.

  At least we made it back in one piece in time to stop the Eaters. Those little critters had me nervous but I have to give all the credit in the world to Ellusion and Strong. Neither one of those guys hesitates in making decisions and their quick thinking probably was the only thing that saved this Earth.

   What's going to happen next is anybody's guess. We have out friend Unique with us and I know we are going to have to take him back to The Black Mesa for safe keeping but we owe him our lives so there are decisions that need to be made here. There's a Planet on a collision course with Earth expected to come around in about a year. Strong is going to want to head off and look for some guy I never met named Powerhouse. We need to let The Moevians Embassy know that there were six rougue MetaMoevians that tried to kill us. Now the Confederacy wants to place and Embassy here from what I am being told. That's a lot to have on your plate.

  Frankly at this point I'm just too damn tired. This Universe has enough heroes and you don't need me. It's time for me to start concentrating on getting home and taking care of business there. There someone there who is just going to be "Dying" to see me.

   

   We got lucky yesterday, I mean very lucky. Strong and I got called to a hostage situation on the High Seas and we were able to get them all out safely but not by much.

   It seems a group of well armed but a little rusty mercenaries had been hired to hijack five suits of power armor, some real reved up types, from a CHESS merchant marine cargo vessel. It doesn't appear that the ships crew knew too much about what they were carrying but someone else sure as hell did. Unfortunately four lives had already been lost before we were called in but I was going to be damned before we let any more be taken.

   We almost got the drop on them, almost. I had the ship cloaked in a little heavier darkness than would be usual and we were lucky to be dealing with some already inclement weather when we arrived. Looks like we eased up a little too much on one of the gaurds that was stationed topside when we came in because he got a few rounds off before we took him out. Well, that was more then enough to get everyone else below decks ready for us. That would include the Jellyman. Yep, Jellyman.

   We've dealt with one before and Strong was prepared for him with a Zapper that was supplied to him from the Octopus who works for CHESS. That guys got the best toys. While Marsall was going head to whatever with The Jellyman I got down into the hold as fast as I could. Bad Scene.

   Picture this. Over 20 hostages on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. Each hosatge has his own personal goon, each armed with an AK47, to watch over them. That was just one side of the room. The other side has five nasty looking men holding some even nastier looking rifles at me. Of course behind those five gentlemen are five others pulling on Power Armor. This wasn't looking too good for us or the hostages.

   That's when the grenades went off. I never saw them coming and neither did the Mercs. Strong dropped two concussion grenades down into the hold and they took out most of the goons holding the hostages. They took out all the hostages too but that was for the best really. Imagine over twenty blindfolded hostages running around below decks during this scene. I got lucky and took out the rest on my right while they were still recovering from the shock of the blast. The gents on the left and Mr. Jelly were a different story.

   Several of them armed with those nasty looking rifles laced into me. It hurt like Hell. Even my suit felt it and that's made from Protomatter. That was all it took to set me off. I lost it and don't really remember too much after that. When I lose my temper things tend to just be a haze for some reason. I know what I did in a general sense and I know it wasn't anything too pretty to look at. I've been doing this for a very long time now and I am fairly well skilled when it comes to combat. When I go into one of my rages though it's a different story. I tend to get a little less accurate with my strikes and I don't usually care who I am striking at.

   When I finally got myself back under control it seemed we had taken out most of the Mercs with the Rifles and the Power Armor. It also seemed like some of them had taken themselves out. Try using Power Armor and Jet Boots without being trained. Looks Cool but it can really be a Bitch if you don't know how to "Drive".

  The other thing I noticed when I came out of my little haze was that somebody had been shooting holes in me. I felt like Death warmed over.

   Strong was able to take out the Jellyman and we wrapped up the others fairly quickly after that. Then came the Interrogation by Marshall. He can be pretty damn intimidating when he wants to be. It seems these guys were just pawns from someone bigger. Several someones bigger. Well actually eight to be exact.

The Adversary is Dead, The Omniwave is destroyed and my chances of getting home are once again shot to Hell.

To be continued....