This is a story I wrote in New Orleans after the second time I visited there.
SuperCrawdad
Part I
My name is SUPERCRAWDAD, a superhero in New Orleans that faces off against POWER GATOR! I have a Mardi Gras mask with beads hanging down that hides my identity. I don't have any cape, so I wear a blue sweatshirt, and instead of a sword, I have a vicious (to bad guys) snapping crawdad named Clip. The only super-feature I have is a real crawdad tail attached to my tailbone.
I walked down the coarse path next to the road looking for trouble. The levy was to my right, and I could hear the muddy river roaring with colossal waves. It wasn't very windy out, so it may have been some magic or a big ol' paddle-boat pushing past. I almost smelled gator meat. Clip anxiously snapped his claws in my sheath. I heard a rustling noise from a bush. I looked towards the bush. Clip snapped his claws even harder, flailing his tail around. He detected danger and alarmed me that there was a super-villain nearby. Then I saw him.
Powergator with his real black cape. Powergator with his high-quality swirly leather mask. Powergator with his fancy glistening albino alligator tail. Powergator with poor, nice Biue Biter (Bayou Biter from a few stories back y'all,) used as a sword. Powergator, standing in front of me.
"Hello Fancy Pants" I said glumly.
"gggggrrrrrrrr....." he replied.
SLAP!!!
I slapped him across the face with my crawdad tail.
He threw something at me that made smoke come up all around me. I was surrounded by gray mist that had swirling glints of purple dust. I became nauseous and slowly twisted to the ground. The last thing I remember was a sharp pain in my tail, and footsteps running away...
My name is SUPERCRAWDAD, a superhero in New Orleans that faces off against POWER GATOR! I have a Mardi Gras mask with beads hanging down that hides my identity. I don't have any cape, so I wear a blue sweatshirt, and instead of a sword, I have a vicious (to bad guys) snapping crawdad named Clip. The only super-feature I have is a real crawdad tail attached to my tailbone.
I walked down the coarse path next to the road looking for trouble. The levy was to my right, and I could hear the muddy river roaring with colossal waves. It wasn't very windy out, so it may have been some magic or a big ol' paddle-boat pushing past. I almost smelled gator meat. Clip anxiously snapped his claws in my sheath. I heard a rustling noise from a bush. I looked towards the bush. Clip snapped his claws even harder, flailing his tail around. He detected danger and alarmed me that there was a super-villain nearby. Then I saw him.
Powergator with his real black cape. Powergator with his high-quality swirly leather mask. Powergator with his fancy glistening albino alligator tail. Powergator with poor, nice Biue Biter (Bayou Biter from a few stories back y'all,) used as a sword. Powergator, standing in front of me.
"Hello Fancy Pants" I said glumly.
"gggggrrrrrrrr....." he replied.
SLAP!!!
I slapped him across the face with my crawdad tail.
He threw something at me that made smoke come up all around me. I was surrounded by gray mist that had swirling glints of purple dust. I became nauseous and slowly twisted to the ground. The last thing I remember was a sharp pain in my tail, and footsteps running away...