Mighty ManOWar.

The armored form of ManOWar rides his raging black stallion, with rippling muscles and a strong head, thru the countryside, toppling trees with the strength of his mind. Peasants run inside or come forth with gifts for him as he passes, and he smiles at them, forgives them all of their sins (for it is within his power to wipe such things from this earth) and regards them and their children with his icey blue stare - to inflict fear into the hearts of those who do not please him. Paladin. Soldier of the Greater God. His mighty sword is...hey...wait a sec...where's the mighty sword gone? ManOWar turns in the saddle to regard the empty space where his sword once lay against his stallion, and sees Venkman standing in the street not five feet behind him holding his sword in it's great sheath, covered with gold and the image of the beast. He turns his horse around, angered that this simpleton would dare disturb his holiness again. Does he not see the power that ManOWar represents? Does he not remember standing and looking into the furious icey blue gaze of the fantastic and benevolent ManOWar? Doesn't he remember shivering and shaking at such a sight? For he was afraid, wasn't he? Yes, it must have been fear, for it was not pity or disappointment, for these emotions are foreign to a power such as he! He trembled! Yes! He trembled before the mighty ManOWar! He fell on his knees and begged for forgiveness! Perhaps he was aware that only the mighty ManO could sweep all darkness from the hearts and minds of the people...for....it is within his power to do so!

That wasn't scorn or sarcasm in his voice as he begged for the heavenly gift from ManO....no...he couldn't have been mocking the fantastic and benevolent man who was about to change his world. Many have scorned and teased and mocked and been smote! Destroyed as easily as the trees! They run from him like the crowd did...with remorse in their hearts....fear! shame! awe! These are the reasons that they fall silent when he enters the room! When his mighty presence is felt! This is why they cannot meet his gaze nor count him amongst their revelry! This is why he rides alone.....isn't it? Of course it is!

ManO rides once more up to (the dreaded and malevolent) Venkman! To face this creature who treads the earth...cannot even get himself a mighty raging black stallion! BAH...he is nothing! Venkman looks up from his scrutiny of the sword and squints in the sun that doth shine from the mighty visage of ManO.

"Wow! Pretty bright out today, eh? I'd wear sunglasses but they haven't been 'conceived' yet....I was just admiring your sword, big guy. Noticed it the other day when you were...errr...forgiving me..." Venkman looks down at the sword again with a slight smile playing about the corners of his mouth. Insolent pig! If the mighty ManO had his sword in hand right now he would strike this creature with all the strength in his limbs! And indeed there is such strength as never been seen in any of these worlds! (Please read Chapter 9,121 of ManO's 'epic' for more details on "The mighty strength of ManOWar"...'epic' available now at all good retailers) Venkman looks up at ManOWar and sees the anger burning in his eyes....removes the sword from it's sheath and offers the handle to him...

"You want this don't you? Oh wait...." Venkman turns it around so that the razor sharp edge of the mighty sword is facing ManO in all his glorious armor "... you seem to rather wielding it like this". Sacrilege! Damn this evil creature! He should have been the one burned back in the little town, although the one known as SAM did deserve it....she had had her chance to witness the love and chivalry that is ManOWar. And after all he did for her in the library!

Suddenly the sword is covered with an unnatural purple fire and then disappears with a flash. He uses magic this evil Venkman! Curses upon the weakling mage!

Venkman looks grimly at ManO for a second and then smiles warmly again. "Mind if I ride with you great one?" That was fear in his voice, not sarcasm! It was fear I tell you, for none mock the fantastic and benevolent ManOWar! So he has a horse after all!

Venkman walks over to the front of a tavern where some horses are tethered and ManO scans them, looking for one that would fit one so corrupt and malevolent (has ManO said this word before?) as this Venkman....who slithers and sneaks and rides in disguise....

There! That horse there! Venkman walks behind it to the right side...that must be it! For it is a powerful horse, and strangely enough is a pale green, like the horse of death! This must be his! For such a mighty evil can only ride such a horse! Venkman appears then, from behind the gross steed....leading a pony? "This is Buttercup! Ain't she beautiful! Oh, and as for me...I know you don't like Venky much, for it is common (and I know how things that are common are not your...umm..style...shall we say *eyebrows raised*) , usually used by the females while the guys call me Venks....and yes, your name (ManOWar) is a little cumbersome, and I don't like ManO or MOW much either...so...to fix the whole situation...how about I call you ...ummmm......Pepsi, and you call me Coke! How's about that?". Venkman gets onto the small pony with its long mane and tail dragging in the mud and starts to trot up beside ManO....he slaps an innocent bay mare on the rump as he goes past it... "ooooooH looky, that's a nice horse.....wouldn't mind riding that one...wonder whose that is..." from out of the tavern strolls death himself, Thanatos, and drunkenly gets atop the pale green horse, hitching up his black robes and with a kick of his skeletal legs goes bounding away from Venkman and ManO. " HEY THANATOS! OLD BUDDY! HEY! oh....he's gone....tsk tsk...he drinks too much ale these days..." Venkman says, looking over his shoulder at the vanishing form. "Anyway...let us ride to my home ....the one I have here anyway..."

ManOWar does not follow this man on his ridiculous pony with his long black coat flapping in the breeze as he trots, he will not entertain this one! He is far too great for such a trivial little escapade....he turns his stallion to ride after the disappearing death....and hopefully to find someone worthy enough to forge him a new sword...which he will use to inflict Justice upon Venkman!

Venkman stops his pony in the distance and turns to watch ManOWar disappearing in the opposite direction. "HEY! HEY WAIT! PEPSI, WAIT! I"VE GOT TIM-TAMS AT HOME! YOU'LL MISS OUT! AND ANZAC BISCUITS! I'LL MAKE US A COFFEE...NESCAFE! I'LL READ TO YOU FROM MY SCROTED SCHOOL BOY'S NOTEBOOK! SHOW YOU THE PILES OF REFERENCES WHICH SURROUND! HEY! HEY C'MON! DON'T GO! AHHHH...YOU AND YOUR MOODS AND COMPLEXITY...GO THEN! WHO NEEDS YA!" The sky grows dark as Venkman rides Buttercup home....and things crawl in the darkness that falls beyond the path, with eyes glowing red and teeth gnashing....drawn to a glimmer of good sent out by the medallions and holy objects of the mighty ManOWar as he rides away from Venkman. Venkman watches them out of the corner of his eye as they crawl after his disappearing friend Pepsi. And smirks briefly, chuckling softly, and addressing the back of the pony's head. "He'll learn, won't he Buttercup? Won't he gorgeous?" And continues to chuckle as the forest and it's dark inhabitants engulf him.....