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Here's the first half of Beige Midnight #12 'The Last LNH Story'
by me (Arthur Spitzer). Will this be it for our dear Legion of Net.
Heroes? Will this be just a huge slaughter fest as Dekay and Diskolor
mow down our dear heroes? Will the LNH have any use for the 'Waiting
for Beige Midnight #12 To Get Posted Room' after this issue?

Find out some of that in...

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ADVENTURES #202

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Beige Midnight Part Thirty-Eight
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Date: Tue Sep 25 20:58:51 PDT 2012

[There is a Variant Cover for each LNH'r, Villain, Wildcard, and
Innocent Bystander that has ever appeared in an LNH story for this
issue. Be sure to buy them all! The Bottom Text reads: 'It all ends
here!']

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The place -- The Waiting For Beige Midnight #12 To Get Posted Room

The time --

B E I G E

M I D N I G H T

The number -- T W E L V E

The Writer -- Arthur Spitzer and Various

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September 26th, 2012 --

The Waiting For Beige Midnight #12 To Get Posted Room --

And the Ultimate Ninja watched Multi-Tasking Man refresh the
rec.arts.comics.creative screen one more time as the clock hit Midnight.
And there it was.

Beige Midnight #12.

Multi-Tasking Man quickly clicked on the post. And he began to read.

"What's it say?" said the Ultimate Ninja. Sarcastic Lad thought about
praising the Ultimate Ninja's literacy skill levels.

"Hmm. Okay." Multi-Tasking Man eyes skimmed their way to the
beginning. "September 26th, 2012. The Waiting For Beige Midnight #12
to get posted Room. And the Ultimate Ninja watched Multi-Tasking Man
refresh the rec.arts.comics.creative screen one more time..."

"No, no! Skip that part. Go to something we aren't currently in!"

"Okay, okay!" And Multi-Tasking Man scanned his way to the next part.
And he began to read...

"Once upon a time..."

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Once upon a time, there was a team of superheroes. A team that fought
the greatest evils almost every day. A team that saved the weakest and
the unluckiest every day. A team that fought for Truth, Justice, and
Cheesecake -- everyday. A team that made the Net a safer and funner
place. A team that never ever turned down a member that had an absurdly
long name -- never (Except for
LNH-Membership-Turned-Down-Because-He-Had-An-Incredibly-Long-Name Man
who is still incredibly bitter about that -- let me tell you). A team
that called itself the Legion of Net.Heroes.

Once upon a time, there was a great battle. A final battle. The Final
Battle. A battle between the LNH and two beings. Two beings that had
the power to do almost anything they could imagine -- and what they
imagined was Decay. And what they imagined was Discolor. And what they
imagined was Death. The Death of All. The Death of Everything. And
they seemed so powerful -- so unstoppable -- that nothing could possibly
beat them. No one. Not even the LNH.

And once upon a time, there was story...

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'The Last LNH Story'

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In a dingy studio apartment somewhere beyond the Fourth Wall --

A shadowy figure sipped from a Beige Midnight mug he had acquired from
someplace. And the shadowy figure looked at his watch.

"Well, looks like it's time.

"Time for the LNH -- to *Die*."

And he began typing.

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April 29, 2008 --
An Alternate Looniverse far, far away (But -- hey, let's call it
Looniverse Beige) --
5:00 am --

The Ultimate Ninja stepped into the LNHHQ lobby and looked around. And
then he looked up. He looked up at the Easily Discovered Van, which was
hanging by a number of chains and cables from the ceiling right over the
receptionist desk.

"I can explain!" It was Fearless Leader who was holding a broom that he
had been using to sweep all the liquor bottles, food, and togas. He
could see Tara Shreds (formally known as Ripping Dancer) also helping
with the clean up.

The Ultimate Ninja kicked a beer bottle that was near him. "Let me
guess. Toga Party. Right?"

"Yes. I uh I didn't think it would get this bad. I really didn't."

"You! Finally! About time you came back!" It was Self-Righteous
Preacher walking towards them with his usual enraged face. And for some
reason his head was completely shaven. And there was something else
different, although the Ultimate Ninja wasn't quite sure what it was.
The Preacher was carrying some big phonebook size stack of papers.
"Here!" he said handing them to the Ninja. "That's everything! Every
sordid depraved degenerated act that happened last night! Everything!
Everything is there! I witnessed it all! Every act! Every godless
wanton act!! It's there!!!"

The Ultimate Ninja looked at the big stack of papers that the Preacher
had handed him and then he looked back at the Preacher. "Oh, you don't
have any eyebrows."

"Don't you think I know that!! What are you going to do about this?!!"

The Ultimate Ninja looked at the papers again and then using his ninja
phonebook tearing abilities tore them in half. And then he dumped the
papers on the ground. "I don't have time for this, Preacher."

"Time?! Well then you better make time!! Because if you don't I'll..."
said the Preacher yelling very, very close to the Ninja's face. Very,
very close.

The Ultimate Ninja gazed right into the Preacher's eyes. A very, very
hard gaze. "Why don't you shout in my face one more time. Just one
more time, Preacher."

The Preacher, as if some common sense was starting to creep back into
his brain, quietly backed away from the Ninja. And then walked away in
a huff. Muttering about people going to Hell.

Fearless Leader pushed the papers away from the Ninja's feet with his broom.

The Ultimate Ninja shook his head. "Forget that. Leave that to Captain
Cleanup. We've got much bigger things to deal with today. Much bigger."

"Right," said Fearless Leader putting the broom aside. "How was the
trip? Find what you were looking for?"

The Ultimate Ninja shook his head. "No. Guess it was a myth after all.
Nothing resembling a Four Color Ninja Bush. What's the latest with
the Bryttles?"

"They're awake. Not doing much though. Just sitting. Sitting on their
thrones. Sitting and smiling. Of course we were told by that servant
of theirs that they wouldn't start attacking the LNH till noon came.
Kid Kirby and Captain Continuity are on recon."

"Well, notify me if there is any change. I think I'll do a few sessions
in the Peril Room if no one is using it. Should have time for that."

"Right."

And suddenly the intercom.thingee blasted, <<And that was 'The End' by
The Doors! And as I, your Auto-asphyciatious Auto-DJ, rock you towards
the ultimate death of the LNH -- let's groove to some R.E.M. 'It's the
End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)...!>>

The Ultimate Ninja looked at wReamhack.

"I know, I know! I'm taking care of it! Taking care of it!" said
wReamhack rushing to wrest control of the musical selections from the
Auto-DJ.

And in one of the corners of the lobby, Frat Boy finally woke up. "Did
I win? Am I the Chugging Champ?"

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The LNH Kitchen --

Cheesecake Eater Lad grabbed a big sack of Graham Cracker Crumbs and
placed it on the counter top. Part of him just wanted to crawl into bed
and sleep the morning away. The trip to Ninja Island to find the
Four-Color Ninja Bush had been totally futile and exhausting. He did
get a little sleep on the way back, but not enough.

But he had a duty to his fellow LNH'rs. LNH'rs who had gone
Cheesecakeless the past few days left in the cuisine hands of
Steak-And-Potatoes Man and Limp-Asparagus Lad. He couldn't let them
down. If this were the last day -- at least they'd have a meal with
cheesecake. At least they'd have that much.