Re: Jinn’s AI Swamp
Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2023 7:00 pm
This is precisely the kind of Amazon package I want delivered to my doorstep…
‘You don’t have to do this Waylon,’ reasoned Diana, trying to keep the reptilian raider from continuing on his warpath. Wonder Woman was blocking the marshy trail that lead to the quaint, British Columbia interior resort town of Golden, from the large, looming lizard-like figure of Waylon Jones, aka. Killer Croc.
‘Out of my way, wonder witch!’ hissed Waylon, bearing down aggressively on the brave Amazon warrior wasting his time, ‘This is between me and that backstabbing boss-maggot!’
Killer Croc had a serious bone to pick with criminal kingpin BossMan. Given the opportunity, he’d prefer to literally pick that bone from BossMan’s crumpled corpse.
The crime enterprise known as the Boss Crew had hired Waylon for a job relieving a wealthy entrepreneur’s sunken yacht of its lucrative safe contents. Killer Croc was stealthy and insanely powerful, and a proficient swimmer. He was the perfect man… er… “lizard” for the heist.
When the job went south, an entire navy patrol and a pair of SEAL teams had to move in to take down the scaly salvager near the wreck in the sunny Florida Keys. BossMan, as it turned out was the owner of the yacht. After his would-be insurance scam was foiled by curious coast guards he threw Killer Croc under the blame bus, and denied involvement.
Waylon went away for a subsequent vacation at Arkham Asylum in Gotham City, New Jersey, the only facility in the nation equipped to host the huge, hostile henchman.
Renewed and resolute after a granted early release from Arkham for “good behavior” and exhibiting “promising signs of reform”, Waylon was on his way to show BossMan why the Croc was “Killer”.
Meanwhile the crime boss and a platoon of his elite armed droogs were laying low in their true north cottage compound, oblivious to the approaching onslaught.
Determined to stop the blood bath from ensuing in the peaceful Canadian tourist town, the super strong and stunning Wonder Woman put herself in harm’s way. The “harm” was already pissed off, and about to angrily bash the blockading beauty.
‘Waylon stop!’ commanded Wonder Woman, as Killer Croc began his charge, ‘This isn’t the way!’
‘It IS the way honey, and you’re IN it!’ snarled Waylon as he lunged at the gorgeous guardian. Diana foresaw his attack plan and dropped to her knees. As the leaping lizard-man flew overhead Wonder Woman laid a boot to his jaw, sending the gargantuan goon tumbling into the tall grass.
The rattled reptilian shook his head and resiliently returned to his feet, lining up for another charge. Diana was already counter attacking before her opponent could fully rally. As she launched a flying kick at her foe, Killer Croc grabbed her ankle in mid air and swung her down, crashing her violently into the wet marsh reeds.
The crazed Croc pounced on the wobbly Wonder Woman, pinning her arms and legs down in the soft swampy soil. ‘Heroines like you save a lot of good people from creeps like me and BossMan,’ started the bitter sounding bad guy, ‘But who saves a villain? Who the hell thinks bad people are worth saving? You?’
‘Everyone is worth saving,’ replied the arrested Amazon, ‘You’re better than this!’
‘BULLSHIT!!’ roared Killer Croc, as he picked up Wonder Woman and thrust her defeated body back down into the marsh, knocking her unconscious…
When Wonder Woman awoke she was alone. The dizzy Diana nursed a slight headache and examined her surroundings. She had been deposited on a patch of tall grass along the muddy shore of the Columbia River, the grand water way that snaked through the Columbia Wetlands south of Golden.
Gone from her person was her gear; the Sword of Athena and the golden Lasso of Truth. Besides a few scrapes and bruises she was relatively unharmed. It appeared as if Croc only meant to disarm Diana and slow her down for as long as possible.
The town was around ten kilometers from where Croc had left Diana. Her fast swimming adversary could swiftly and silently get into Golden from the river without being detected. Boss Crew sentinels would be most definitely watching all entrances into town, but perhaps not the wet ones.
Diana refocused. She surmised that she had been out for nearly a half hour, and that Croc must have already reached the town. The Rocky Mountain tourist village full of innocent people was about to get rocked by a next level street brawl. ‘Waylon!’ she whispered, as she hopped to her boot heels, and hastily headed in the direction of Golden.
Without properly observing her immediate surroundings, Wonder Woman leapt blindly off the islet of tall grass into the thick, gooey mud surrounding it. With a gross ‘KPLWOP’ sound, the gasping heroine’s long legs immediately plunged down to thigh depth in the slimy quagmire.
The sandy muck of the shoreline was unable to hold her up, and the wiggling Wonder Woman felt her legs slowly sinking deeper. The bubbling quicksand heaved and rippled around her trapped thighs as they slipped into the slurping abyss. ‘Ugh! I’ve got to get my legs out of this goop!’ protested the sinking superheroine.
Diana’s strong, sensual legs battled rebelliously against the sinister suction of the hungry quicksand. She pumped and pulled, desperately trying to free herself from the sticky sludge. To her horror, every struggle seemed to bury her legs deeper and deeper in the sucking sand trap. Wonder Woman whimpered with nervous anxiety. Even as she held still, she could feel her vulnerable body being devoured by the ghastly goo.
‘I..I can’t break free!’ lamented Diana, twisting and turning uselessly as the churning mire poured in over her hips. Desperate to keep from sinking further, she futilely pushed down into the muddy morass as it crawled up her slender waist.
‘No! Ugh!’ cried the hindered heroine, still writhing and wrestling against the grimy grip of the menacing mud as it enveloped her breasts. It was no use. Wonder Woman sadly started to realize that she was completely captured and nothing she could do would keep the gluttonous quicksand from swallowing her helpless feminine figure.
‘Hera, help me!’ prayed the pretty Princess of Themyscira, as she fearfully watched the icky mud gooping over her shoulders, and felt it oozing up her neck, ‘Give me strength!’
Breathing heavily, Wonder Woman tried to calm herself down. The hopeless heroine could do nothing else in her final moments but tap into her inner peace. She closed her eyes, took several long, deep breaths and surrendered to the bubbling, belching quicksand that finally washed remorselessly over her lovely face.
Heroines like Wonder Woman save a lot of good people from creeps like Killer Croc and BossMan. But who saves a heroine?
A brutish, muscular arm wrapped itself around Diana’s submerged torso before dragging the sunken superheroine out of the disgusting death pit. The gasping Amazon coughed and gagged as her head poked up through the surface of the hideous bog. Someone very large, with intense strength was easily pulling her body up from the sucking grasp of the quicksand. Her rescuer lifted her up and out of the trap, then laid her down gently in the tall grass next to the perilous pool that almost ended her life.
Gulping big lungfuls of air, Wonder Woman wiped the marshy gunk from her eyes so to identify her savior. ‘Waylon!’ she sighed with relief. Her muddy face quickly went from an expression of shock to displaying concern as she interrogated the giant lizard, ‘BossMan… the town…’
‘I didn’t do it,’ confessed Croc, with his head lowered, ‘I realized something on the way… I realized that I was going the “wrong” way.’ The monstrous looking reptile-man was brooding, and deep in thought.
‘You came back. Waylon. You saved me.’ expressed a grateful, teary eyed Diana, ‘Why did you…’
Killer Croc paused with his menacingly sharp toothed jaw agape, trying to talk. He appeared to be straining to get the words out, as if he was reluctant to admit something. He huffed.
‘Waylon?’ queried a wondering Wonder Woman, wiping gobs of slimy sand from her long, jet black hair.
‘A beautiful woman once told me,’ began the hesitant Waylon. The gentle giant forced the bit of wisdom from his chest, as he handed a magnificent sword and a glowing golden length of rope to the mud covered maiden in the grass, ‘Everyone is worth saving…’
‘You don’t have to do this Waylon,’ reasoned Diana, trying to keep the reptilian raider from continuing on his warpath. Wonder Woman was blocking the marshy trail that lead to the quaint, British Columbia interior resort town of Golden, from the large, looming lizard-like figure of Waylon Jones, aka. Killer Croc.
‘Out of my way, wonder witch!’ hissed Waylon, bearing down aggressively on the brave Amazon warrior wasting his time, ‘This is between me and that backstabbing boss-maggot!’
Killer Croc had a serious bone to pick with criminal kingpin BossMan. Given the opportunity, he’d prefer to literally pick that bone from BossMan’s crumpled corpse.
The crime enterprise known as the Boss Crew had hired Waylon for a job relieving a wealthy entrepreneur’s sunken yacht of its lucrative safe contents. Killer Croc was stealthy and insanely powerful, and a proficient swimmer. He was the perfect man… er… “lizard” for the heist.
When the job went south, an entire navy patrol and a pair of SEAL teams had to move in to take down the scaly salvager near the wreck in the sunny Florida Keys. BossMan, as it turned out was the owner of the yacht. After his would-be insurance scam was foiled by curious coast guards he threw Killer Croc under the blame bus, and denied involvement.
Waylon went away for a subsequent vacation at Arkham Asylum in Gotham City, New Jersey, the only facility in the nation equipped to host the huge, hostile henchman.
Renewed and resolute after a granted early release from Arkham for “good behavior” and exhibiting “promising signs of reform”, Waylon was on his way to show BossMan why the Croc was “Killer”.
Meanwhile the crime boss and a platoon of his elite armed droogs were laying low in their true north cottage compound, oblivious to the approaching onslaught.
Determined to stop the blood bath from ensuing in the peaceful Canadian tourist town, the super strong and stunning Wonder Woman put herself in harm’s way. The “harm” was already pissed off, and about to angrily bash the blockading beauty.
‘Waylon stop!’ commanded Wonder Woman, as Killer Croc began his charge, ‘This isn’t the way!’
‘It IS the way honey, and you’re IN it!’ snarled Waylon as he lunged at the gorgeous guardian. Diana foresaw his attack plan and dropped to her knees. As the leaping lizard-man flew overhead Wonder Woman laid a boot to his jaw, sending the gargantuan goon tumbling into the tall grass.
The rattled reptilian shook his head and resiliently returned to his feet, lining up for another charge. Diana was already counter attacking before her opponent could fully rally. As she launched a flying kick at her foe, Killer Croc grabbed her ankle in mid air and swung her down, crashing her violently into the wet marsh reeds.
The crazed Croc pounced on the wobbly Wonder Woman, pinning her arms and legs down in the soft swampy soil. ‘Heroines like you save a lot of good people from creeps like me and BossMan,’ started the bitter sounding bad guy, ‘But who saves a villain? Who the hell thinks bad people are worth saving? You?’
‘Everyone is worth saving,’ replied the arrested Amazon, ‘You’re better than this!’
‘BULLSHIT!!’ roared Killer Croc, as he picked up Wonder Woman and thrust her defeated body back down into the marsh, knocking her unconscious…
When Wonder Woman awoke she was alone. The dizzy Diana nursed a slight headache and examined her surroundings. She had been deposited on a patch of tall grass along the muddy shore of the Columbia River, the grand water way that snaked through the Columbia Wetlands south of Golden.
Gone from her person was her gear; the Sword of Athena and the golden Lasso of Truth. Besides a few scrapes and bruises she was relatively unharmed. It appeared as if Croc only meant to disarm Diana and slow her down for as long as possible.
The town was around ten kilometers from where Croc had left Diana. Her fast swimming adversary could swiftly and silently get into Golden from the river without being detected. Boss Crew sentinels would be most definitely watching all entrances into town, but perhaps not the wet ones.
Diana refocused. She surmised that she had been out for nearly a half hour, and that Croc must have already reached the town. The Rocky Mountain tourist village full of innocent people was about to get rocked by a next level street brawl. ‘Waylon!’ she whispered, as she hopped to her boot heels, and hastily headed in the direction of Golden.
Without properly observing her immediate surroundings, Wonder Woman leapt blindly off the islet of tall grass into the thick, gooey mud surrounding it. With a gross ‘KPLWOP’ sound, the gasping heroine’s long legs immediately plunged down to thigh depth in the slimy quagmire.
The sandy muck of the shoreline was unable to hold her up, and the wiggling Wonder Woman felt her legs slowly sinking deeper. The bubbling quicksand heaved and rippled around her trapped thighs as they slipped into the slurping abyss. ‘Ugh! I’ve got to get my legs out of this goop!’ protested the sinking superheroine.
Diana’s strong, sensual legs battled rebelliously against the sinister suction of the hungry quicksand. She pumped and pulled, desperately trying to free herself from the sticky sludge. To her horror, every struggle seemed to bury her legs deeper and deeper in the sucking sand trap. Wonder Woman whimpered with nervous anxiety. Even as she held still, she could feel her vulnerable body being devoured by the ghastly goo.
‘I..I can’t break free!’ lamented Diana, twisting and turning uselessly as the churning mire poured in over her hips. Desperate to keep from sinking further, she futilely pushed down into the muddy morass as it crawled up her slender waist.
‘No! Ugh!’ cried the hindered heroine, still writhing and wrestling against the grimy grip of the menacing mud as it enveloped her breasts. It was no use. Wonder Woman sadly started to realize that she was completely captured and nothing she could do would keep the gluttonous quicksand from swallowing her helpless feminine figure.
‘Hera, help me!’ prayed the pretty Princess of Themyscira, as she fearfully watched the icky mud gooping over her shoulders, and felt it oozing up her neck, ‘Give me strength!’
Breathing heavily, Wonder Woman tried to calm herself down. The hopeless heroine could do nothing else in her final moments but tap into her inner peace. She closed her eyes, took several long, deep breaths and surrendered to the bubbling, belching quicksand that finally washed remorselessly over her lovely face.
Heroines like Wonder Woman save a lot of good people from creeps like Killer Croc and BossMan. But who saves a heroine?
A brutish, muscular arm wrapped itself around Diana’s submerged torso before dragging the sunken superheroine out of the disgusting death pit. The gasping Amazon coughed and gagged as her head poked up through the surface of the hideous bog. Someone very large, with intense strength was easily pulling her body up from the sucking grasp of the quicksand. Her rescuer lifted her up and out of the trap, then laid her down gently in the tall grass next to the perilous pool that almost ended her life.
Gulping big lungfuls of air, Wonder Woman wiped the marshy gunk from her eyes so to identify her savior. ‘Waylon!’ she sighed with relief. Her muddy face quickly went from an expression of shock to displaying concern as she interrogated the giant lizard, ‘BossMan… the town…’
‘I didn’t do it,’ confessed Croc, with his head lowered, ‘I realized something on the way… I realized that I was going the “wrong” way.’ The monstrous looking reptile-man was brooding, and deep in thought.
‘You came back. Waylon. You saved me.’ expressed a grateful, teary eyed Diana, ‘Why did you…’
Killer Croc paused with his menacingly sharp toothed jaw agape, trying to talk. He appeared to be straining to get the words out, as if he was reluctant to admit something. He huffed.
‘Waylon?’ queried a wondering Wonder Woman, wiping gobs of slimy sand from her long, jet black hair.
‘A beautiful woman once told me,’ began the hesitant Waylon. The gentle giant forced the bit of wisdom from his chest, as he handed a magnificent sword and a glowing golden length of rope to the mud covered maiden in the grass, ‘Everyone is worth saving…’