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A Superman story? That's easy. All of Superman's rip offs would be teleported into the sun, and Superman proceeds to beat all of them at once. A more serious story would be about Superman attempting to stop World War 3, all the while slowly losing his powers due to pollulation and smog severely reducing the amount of sunlight that enters the atmosphere. The story ends with all tyranny wiped off the face of the earth, and the Justice League appointing trustworthy individuals to control the government while the JLA becomes a world peace keeping force. It would have to be Else world, of course, but who cares? --- All this Superman/Batman hate is just..blergh. They're completely different personas; total opposites. Fans of one are more likely to dislike the other. Just because you dislike a character means they're a poor character - it just means you dislike the character. Personally, I think they're both great.

Shadow Eternity HQ, The Lounge

Somewhere, on an unknown world in the middle of some forgotten jungle, a monolithic structure stood tall in the light of day. The headquarters for the most diabolical group of super-criminals the Multiverse had ever known. So vast were their numbers and so enigmatic were their goals that surely no one could stand in their way. A powerful, nigh unstoppable army, with forces stretching across the cosmos. A presence so powerful that if it were to clash with its nemesis organization, UMMA, the very foundation of the Multiverse itself would shake. More blood would be shed during that all-encompassing war than all blood shed before then combined. Yet, this is not a tale of war and strife and bloodshed. This is a tale about a man. A man like no other, one might say. A being so powerful he is capable of creating life with but a stroke of his pencil. A man who claims to have fought against the gods themselves, and lived to tell the tale. A man so unique that there are entire universes full of people who look just like him. Said people are also more interesting, strong, and heroic than this man. He is a man that no one loves. This is the tale of a man. A man... Who has nothing better to do than drink alcohol all day and watch television. In the dark bowels of the darkest hallways of the darkest building upon the darkest world, the darkest man sat among his peers. An entire row of individuals who, at a glance, are nothing alike. Upon closer inspection one may find that they have only one thing in common: they really like to bet. Around thirty individuals sat in various cushioned couches, chairs, and bean bags, gathered around a massive television set that spanned the entire wall. The room's lights were dimmed to allow for a better viewing experience. A waitress and her male counterpart were constantly serving beverages and sustenance to the crowd of rowdy brigands and thugs. "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" A giant rockman cried, jumping out of his seat and into the air. "WHAT?!" A human woman yelled out in angry."Seriously? That's total bull!" Upon the screen, a giant lizard man stood triumphant over a cyborg ninja. They seemed to be in some kind of arena, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of screaming fans. "Come on, Sasha. Pay up." Rockman said smugly. The woman huffed, pulling a hundred credits out of her pocket and slapping them into the Rockman's fist."A pleasure doing business with you." He said. The Rockman then sat back, put his feet up, and began counting his money. The cyborg ninja was promptly dragged out of the arena. A fat, black-scaled creature with stumpy legs and four arms waddled in and took its stop in the corner of the ring. The Lizard man laughed at his opponent before returning to his own side and waiting for the bell. "I've got two hundred down for Crocmore." The Rockman said confidently, retaining his previous position."Nobody's goin' to bet you on that, Sid-" A bald, blue creature mocked."I'll take that bet." Wassi announced, taking a swig of his bottle filled with a sickly green liquid. The bell rang, and Crocmore and his opponent came out of their corners... --------

Client World 102249740-D

Superman picked up the alien pirate and slung him over his blue and red clad shoulder. He stepped out of the cargo bay, turning to look down the hall as Ridge rounded the corner. Superman's new companion held the pilot firmly in his arms."Come on, let's get these two outside." The UMMA agent and his new-found ally swiftly exited the damaged and burning craft, placing the two unconscious pilots down next to their compatriots."Can you carry all of them on your own?" To this, Ridge nodded. Superman then turned around and effortlessly lifted up the cargo hatch, closing it with a single hand and locking it back in place. The Kryptonian then flew underneath the alien vessel, placing both hands palms-up on its underside hull. He then pushed upwards, while at the same time taking flight. Kal-El lifted off from the ground, spaceship held above him, when he addressed Ridge."Come here. Superman commanded. Ridge flew up to meet the UMMA agent."Grab the metal box off of my belt. Okay, now hold onto me. Right, hit the button. No, the big one." The pair of heroes then disappeared in a flash of light, followed closely by a massive thundering sound echoing across the planet.

Yaggdrasil, various

Ridge and Superman were now inexplicably floating in the reaches of space. In front of them, a massive structure floated between the very dimensions of the Multiverse."We call it Yggdrasil." Superman explained to his silent companion."It's UMMA's base of operations. Come on, I'll drop you off in the hands of the staff before I deal with the pirates. The cape-clad crusader and his time watch wielding associate made their way into Yggdrasil's hangar. Almost immediately they were greeted by security guards and engineers alike. Kal set the starship down in the proper, designated location before turning to address the attendants. "This is Ridge." Kal motioned towards Ridge. "I found him on one of our client worlds. He claims to have experience with the Multiverse, though I am unaware to what degree. I'd like to note that he volunteered to assist me in capturing these pirates. I'll have my full report filed and sent to my superior within the next twenty four hours. One more thing, the pirates might require some minor medical attention." What Superman meant by this is that all of them had a plethora of broken bones, bruises, and scars. "Is there anything else you require of me?"

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