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Post by Jakazul on Nov 22, 2003 17:59:27 GMT -5
A huge, pale, deteriarating hand jutts out of the murky water. It's the size of a barrel, lined with rotting finger nails and tattered black cloth. It's owner, equally as huge, pulls himself from the water, resurrected. No surprise, he died in 1894... And then again in 1944... And then again, and again, and again. He pulls himself out of the water, a huge figure, looming almost as high as some of the shorter trees around the swamp. His gruff voice can be heard chanting as he walks towards Gotham City. "Born on Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday, This isn't the end of Solomon Grundy[/i]."
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Post by HorrorMaster on Nov 24, 2003 21:54:11 GMT -5
Meanwhile on the highest point of Gotham The Spectre observes all that goes on in the sinful city of Gotham. When a sight catches his cellestiall eyes. A tall figure the size of tree trunk with flesh as grey as a corpse lumbers slowly from a swamp outside of Gotham and into the city limits. He could also foresee what would happen if this creature was allowed to fully reanimate itself. He had to be stopped and The Spectre knew that he was the one to do so.
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Post by Jakazul on Nov 26, 2003 22:30:03 GMT -5
Grundy stretched as he stepped into Gotham, bones and flesh crackling and muscles rippling. It had been a while since he had been 'alive', now it was time to make the man who had put him into this death pay.
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Post by HorrorMaster on Nov 28, 2003 22:45:34 GMT -5
Soaring high above the highest building in Gotham The Spectre races towards the decaying figure entering the city. He now knew who the figure was he had faced him before with the team known as The Justice Society. He was Solomon Grundy the decaying remains of man who was murdered at Slaughter Swamp.
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Post by Jakazul on Nov 30, 2003 17:09:39 GMT -5
Grundy continues staggering into Gotham, two bloody corpses left behind him already.
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Post by HorrorMaster on Dec 4, 2003 20:57:25 GMT -5
The Spectre lands in front of Solomon Grundy and engulfs him in his cape. They are now in another dimension. All that is visible is pure blackness besides the two figures.
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Post by Jakazul on Dec 18, 2003 17:43:03 GMT -5
Grundy looked around, completely bewildered. "What... Black... YOU!" He yelled, smashing his fists down at the Spectre.
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Post by HorrorMaster on Dec 20, 2003 2:08:11 GMT -5
The Spectre transports behind Solomon Grundy and he's topples over bewildered.
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