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DCB: Lobo: The End of the Martian Manhunter

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12/07/15Lobo: The End of the Martian Manhunter(Blog) (Forum)Disclaimer
RatingRating explanation
TGreat mayhem and carnage...but in a "T" sort of way.
Intro:

I have a lot of fan-fic notes from the late 1990's, and just a few scenes that I wrote. Mainly focusing on DC, I wanted to write a generational fan-fic, where the DC characters aged, died, and were replaced. This involved a lot of name-switching and history-tweaking.

Part of that name-switching was that J'onn J'onzz came to Earth with a very different name than we know him by, and The Martian Manhunter was actually Lobo. How can that be? Right? Well, pretty much everybody has that question, which led us to this...

“You don’t look Martian.”

Lobo slouched against the backrest of his bike, took out a cigar, and struck a match. As he held it up before his eye, about to light the stogie, he answered, “I’m not Martian. But it has more flair than ‘Czarnian Manhunter.’”

The thin bar patron with the droopy, cat-like eyes cocked his head, and a little shocked, said, “But… that’s… a lie.”

The Martian Manhunter sprang forward on his bike, and thrusting a finger at the alien, he barked, “Hey, it ain’t no lie, ya bastitch! Some people keep confusin’ my real name with some word for ‘wolf,’ so this here’s what you call a business handle, like a stage name. And after questionin’ my integrity and slanderin’ my reputation, it’ll be the last name you’re likely to hear,” and the Czarnian committed great mayhem and carnage on that day, just as he had done on almost every other day.

After thoroughly pasting the author of the insidious insult to his integrity (along with many others) and seating himself again on his bike, the Main Man reflected momentarily on what was said. His lip curled as even the memory of the comment rekindled his anger, but just as quickly he snorted, and booted the kickstand of his skycycle free. As he was about to fire up his bike, a frightened bar tender peered from behind his tattered bar, cleared his throat, and declared, “Thank you for coming, Mr. Martian Manhunter, sir. If there’s anything else we can do for you, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

The Main Man looked at the bartender, cowering behind his bar, then pulled his no longer lit cigar from his mouth. Looking at his busted stogie for a moment, he tossed it aside and reached in his vest, for another. He bit off the tip, spit it out, and as he reached for his matches, he said, “As a matter of fraggin’ fact, there is somethin’ you c’n do for me. Spread the word. It’s just ‘Manhunter.’” Manhunter struck a match. “‘Lobo.’” Lobo jumped on the starter. “‘Last of the Czarnians.’” The Last of the Czarnians gunned the engine. “And I stalk the worlds’ most dangerous game! Bwah-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!” And Manhunter; Lobo; Last of the Czarnians, roared off into the dark of night, toward the cold of space, stalking the worlds’ most dangerous game, and laughing like a madman the whole way.

Please let me know what you think, and thanks! -cbOriginally written 03/15/06.

Story, original characters and content are owned by Chris Bishop. Copyright Chris Bishop 2006, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022.

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