Rocket ManRocket Man - a Dr. Mauser ShortRocket Man by Mauser712
©2015 Richard Alan Chandler
"He went this way! Don't let him get away!" Agent Thorson Hammarskald of S.M.A.S.H. shouted to his teammates as he pounded down the hallway after Dr. Mauser.
Hammarskald was the best they had, strong and intelligent, and a natural leader. He was the one who noticed the flashing amber strobe lights of the intruder alerts actually flashed in a sequence indicating escape routes. Dr. Mauser was a slippery bastard, always eluding the Forces of Justice that set out to capture the Evil Scientist, often turning the tables on his foes in tragic and humiliating ways. But not this time, he swore.
He was giving them quite the chase though. The ordinary S.M.A.S.H. troopers were having trouble with Mauser's Minions, who seemed to be remarkably well-trained, disciplined, and not at all like the cannon-fodder typically in the employ of the Side of Evil. And the defenses were subtle, but strong.
As he rounded the corner, he caught a glimp
NecessityNecessityNecessity by Mauser712
by Richard Alan Chandler ©2014
"We do what we must," Mother always said, back when we were skulking around the wharves and warehouses at the bottom end of Port Alkarief. For her, that meant letting men do disgusting things to her, and giving half of what they paid her to Jimon so that he had the exclusive right to beat her. But as she grew older and less interesting to those men, I grew older and more interesting to them.
Mother did what she had to, and she saved me from her fate by selling me to the wizard. He wasn't too bad, as evil wizards go, not that I had much to compare him to, but at least of all the horrible and disgusting things he did, none of them he seemed interested in doing to me. Eventually I met the succubus he kept captive in an enchanted bottle in his room, and she explained it all to me. My Master's interests lay with the creatures from the nether realm, and each ritual, each sacrifice, was anoth
If you've ever wondered where the image I use as my icon on other systems comes from, here it is. My Official Team Photo from BattleBots Season 5.0 in 2002. This is "Team Mauser" and version 2 of the Superheavyweight "Strike Terror". My foot is right there on the weak spot that cost me the first fight against Pro-Am. Other than another 10 lbs and more gray in the beard, I still look pretty much the same.|
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