08-26-2004, 02:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-29-2004, 05:14 AM by Rhydderch Hael.)
Then there's my plans for an animated TV action series, The Adventures of the Nuclear Coyote.
Vegas, baby. Needs a superhero. Spidey's got New York, Batman's got Gotham. Las Vegas' newest superhero of derring-do is The Nuclear Coyote, a mutated desert animal born in the irradiated wastes of a Nevada atomic bomb testing range. He walks. He talks. He gambles. He loves Sinatra music. He has certain impulse-control problems. And a desire to fight crime (super-strength and coyote-like senses help him there) but is handicapped by some seriously deluded perceptions of the nefarious criminal element.
In other words, he has this obsessive compulsion to suspect elderly folk and cute children of being super-villians, and acts against them accordingly.
Originally captured by the Air Force and held at Area 51, "Nukey" (as he is called by Dr. Brenda Trewilliger, the blonde bubble-headed chief researcher at 51 who oversaw the coyote's detainment) made fast friends with the other "star residents" of the facility: a party of aliens who accidentally crashed on Earth while in search of another party of alien explorers who disappeared fifty years ago (the Roswell crashees).
These resident aliens include among their number a noteworthy extraterrestrial archaeologist and his comely young daughter; a world-wise adventurer with a smattering of sarcasm in everything he says; a hoidy-toidy heiress who had embarked on the adventure simply to "see the galaxy" before returning home to marry some rich alien industrialist; a young and optimistically naive journalist for the galaxy's largest media outlet; and the only survivor of the Roswell aliensâ a young child of the original crash victims who has grown up fully acclimated and versed in the ways of the natives (that being us, the Earthlings).
Nukey doesn't stay long at Area 51, though. Breaks out and makes a beeline for Las Vegas, and settles in to become the city's crime-fighting 6'5" tall bipedal canine superhero. Teamed up (reluctantly) with a beautiful female LVPD detective, the Nuclear Coyote combats the villainny of such foes as the Hypno-Ninjas (infiltrating Vegas by impersonating Benihana chefs) and the terror of Nukey's ultimate foe: the fellow radioactive mutant, Destructo-Duck (who is, by all appearance, an ordinary Peking duck except that stuff starts exploding whenever he quacks). And occassionally the Nuclear Coyote is teamed up with the vigilante Elvis Impersonator Justice Squad, though this is never a warm alliance since Nukey hates The King's music.
Vegas, baby. Needs a superhero. Spidey's got New York, Batman's got Gotham. Las Vegas' newest superhero of derring-do is The Nuclear Coyote, a mutated desert animal born in the irradiated wastes of a Nevada atomic bomb testing range. He walks. He talks. He gambles. He loves Sinatra music. He has certain impulse-control problems. And a desire to fight crime (super-strength and coyote-like senses help him there) but is handicapped by some seriously deluded perceptions of the nefarious criminal element.
In other words, he has this obsessive compulsion to suspect elderly folk and cute children of being super-villians, and acts against them accordingly.
Originally captured by the Air Force and held at Area 51, "Nukey" (as he is called by Dr. Brenda Trewilliger, the blonde bubble-headed chief researcher at 51 who oversaw the coyote's detainment) made fast friends with the other "star residents" of the facility: a party of aliens who accidentally crashed on Earth while in search of another party of alien explorers who disappeared fifty years ago (the Roswell crashees).
These resident aliens include among their number a noteworthy extraterrestrial archaeologist and his comely young daughter; a world-wise adventurer with a smattering of sarcasm in everything he says; a hoidy-toidy heiress who had embarked on the adventure simply to "see the galaxy" before returning home to marry some rich alien industrialist; a young and optimistically naive journalist for the galaxy's largest media outlet; and the only survivor of the Roswell aliensâ a young child of the original crash victims who has grown up fully acclimated and versed in the ways of the natives (that being us, the Earthlings).
Nukey doesn't stay long at Area 51, though. Breaks out and makes a beeline for Las Vegas, and settles in to become the city's crime-fighting 6'5" tall bipedal canine superhero. Teamed up (reluctantly) with a beautiful female LVPD detective, the Nuclear Coyote combats the villainny of such foes as the Hypno-Ninjas (infiltrating Vegas by impersonating Benihana chefs) and the terror of Nukey's ultimate foe: the fellow radioactive mutant, Destructo-Duck (who is, by all appearance, an ordinary Peking duck except that stuff starts exploding whenever he quacks). And occassionally the Nuclear Coyote is teamed up with the vigilante Elvis Impersonator Justice Squad, though this is never a warm alliance since Nukey hates The King's music.
Political Correctness is the idea that you can foster tolerance in a diverse world through the intolerance of anything that strays from a clinical standard.