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Victories Without Cripto
#10: Steal Your Dollars
Kriegland heavily frowned on rock and heavy metal music, so I had to settle for being a military drummer. They wanted to be as pure as they could be, and the phrase "sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll" really scared the crap out of them. But I didn't let that stop me from doing what I did best. Thankfully, Kriegland has changed their attitudes towards rock music, and so His Majesty, King Leo V, told me that he was happy to see me, Corey the Tiger, getting to live up to my true personality. I play rock drums these days with J.R. and the Rebels, one of many furry rock bands that plays as competition to Furry Fury; other groups of this nature include the Bengal 9, the Slaughtercats, Paul and the Powercats (who all happen to be superheroes), Rock 'n' ROAR! (who also all happen to be superheroes), among others. I think the only ones that managed to outscore Furry Fury, however, were actually the Ragnarok Cats, an all-lion heavy metal band that originates from Sweden and specializes in Viking metal music. (Yes, there is such a thing; it's also why Lennart the Viking Lion plays electric guitar.)
J.R., if you're wondering, stands for John Revolution. That's not his real name, though; that's just his stage name. Like most of the competition, we've won at least one Grammy, and like everybody else, we have fussed at the authorities for never even nominating Furry Fury. J.R. in particular has made a fuss about it. "Perhaps they think their music is so good, giving them a Grammy would be an insult to them," he said. "Who knows? I still say that deserve at least one. They're so good at what they do, and they're likely to give all of us a run for our money."
"I agree," I commented. "Why don't they have a Grammy?"
I'm not mainstream like Techno Tiger is, but I occasionally dabble in inventions, and so I do have a patent with the special type of supersonic ear I invented one day; this ultimately helped us spread the word that Bendraqi and his cronies were on Kriegland. How they found us is beyond my comprehension, but they found us, and they were plotting to destroy us and kill us off. Why? They were disturbed by how the CNG effects allowed us to know everything about Earth, even though Earth knew nothing about us until we got there. They therefore made the assumption that if we came to Earth, it would make life difficult for them, and so the less allies there were to the G-52s, the better. The stupidest criminals are often the deadliest and most heartless, and the Quarrelsome Quartet was no exception.
However, we still might have been forced to evacuate, because CNG was making life on Kriegland unlivable, and it was why all the other planets ceased to exist. It's a miracle Earth had room for all of us, but for the record, a good chunk of Forsythians are permanently living in Eterna (Zanta's world), because they were worried about crowding up Earth. So I can tell you that there were Eternals working to get about up to half the population to that world, but no one noticed until later on. It made my king sad, but he fully understood why they would choose Eterna over Earth. They liked it better, and it really did offer them a better life.
Our destruction happened around the same time that Leo the Patriotic Lion credits as the absolute peak of him in his angry bellowing rants; in other words, it was when he was at his worst. CNG used our destruction as an excuse to condition the world, as a result, into believing that if its people didn't obey Leo, they would die. And indeed, many have died from disobedience; the best example would be when CNG raids killed exactly 7 million people in Argentina, and 1.5 million people in Turkey, both over soccer rioting. What's so special about those games? Soccer is just a sport, not a religion! I don't understand it myself. But it's true. The one topic the world didn't listen to Leo on was soccer rioting, and they finally paid the ultimate price for it, or so we felt.
I can also say I'm the total opposite of my brother, Casey the Tiger, who was and is more musically minded towards classical and military march music. He now serves the United States as a high-ranking member of the U.S. Tiger Corps Band, and Tom the Patriotic Tiger couldn't be prouder, I'm sure. Casey helped me, however, spread the word about the Quarrelsome Quartet's threats to Kriegland, and several other percussion soldiers, such as Corporal Leo the Lion (there are too many lions named Leo, but he goes by Corporal Leo to help us tell him apart from the other lions named Leo; his surname is Charleston), Smirtzan the Bobcat, and even our beloved drum major, John the Tiger (himself a percussionist), also helped sound the alarm.
When came time to leave Kriegland, King Leo V awarded his first (of several) SSSMSB (Stupendously Superiorly Shiny Medal of Superiority and Bravery) to me for discovering the plot, after John clarified that it wasn't him but me who found out about the plot. I then rode alongside John and a few others inside the king's personal spaceship. The population evacuated and was 2/3 of the way to Earth by the time Kriegland was destroyed, but due to a malfunction in the warp gun (an invention of T2) that D.W. (Danger Woman) was using to feed the news media everything about Kriegland that was needed to know, Americans thought it already happened, and began panicking that the world known as Earth was next, thus helping take their minds off the frustration of the Vietnam War. Obviously it didn't happen. The heartless destroyed Earth, but it was resurrected, and in the memories of the earth's population, it never happened. Time flow!
Anyways, I hope that has helped you get to know me a bit better.
I'm not really a superhero, but I have contributed to the fight against criminals, especially in terms of missions that did not involve Cripto. Don't get me wrong; he's shown major signs of improvement, but he's still got a long way to go before he becomes as legendary as my king. I'm sure he'll get there; he always reaches his goal in the end. At the time, however, he was still showing some problems, and so Super C wanted the G-52s to score as many victories as they could without Cripto. Once the hatred aimed at Cripto died down, however (and there was hatred aimed at him because he wasn't destroying evil with one fell swoop, but if he did, it would upset the balance, and he'd be in Eternal prison for a very long time), he started to show signs of improvement.
Cripto is worth mentioning, however, because he and his family have many times, for a vacation, visited the very popular amusement part known as Silver Dollar City, or, as his friends jokingly called it, "Steal Your Dollar City." This park is near the cities of Branson and Branson West, in Missouri, and is located off Missouri Route 76 on the Indiana Point peninsula of Table Rock Lake. Silver Dollar City opened on May 1, 1960. The park is an 1880's-themed experience that fits Branson's vision as a family-friendly vacation destination with down-home charm. Silver Dollar City's operating season runs from mid-March until late December, with the park closed during the months of January and February. Silver Dollar City is owned by Herschend Family Entertainment.
I've been there several times myself, and believe me, it is a fun place to go to, especially if you have families with children that visit. The last time I went there, however, it wasn't for pleasure purposes. Well, it sort of was; J.R. and the Rebels were booked to perform at the park. Yet it was under attack, because this was another case of Bendraqi's old EP-2900 Model robots going berserk. There are many flashbacks we have yet to tell, but today, there isn't a single one left. At the time, though, it was still a major problem, and so the robots were running loose in the park.
The miracle that was the robots didn't do any damage to any of the rides, attractions, or other buildings that make up Silver Dollar City. Instead, they wanted to try something different: stealing all the money. All the business owners and ticket holders found themselves bankrupt when arriving to start their workday, and the robots sort of hung around in the background to scare off everybody. Their programming, having been enhanced by the CNG effects, led them to create schemes on their own in the hopes it would please their master, but Bendraqi, by now having been resurrected as the new version of him, was no longer really their master. (He made this clear to me when he completed rehab and issued his apology to me, and I told him this story to confirm my doubts about the robots.)
The embarrassing part about this is that the band didn't even know there were robberies going on until later; we were trying to figure out why the robots weren't terrorizing the park, destroying the buildings, or killing everybody inside. The people who own the park said to us, "I think they're just taking a break. I'm positive they're waiting for the right moment so that they can destroy the buildings and kill us all off."
"That is crazy," I said as we set up our instruments on the stage. "Well, you've got nothing to worry about, especially when we start playing."
"At a time like this, you're going to practice? There are rogue robots on the loose!"
"Yes, but what do they hate more than anything? Music."
"Music?"
"Yes. Watch this." I clicked my sticks four times and launched into a drum riff used to start one of our songs. Immediately the robots heard the music and started having a meltdown; they couldn't stand the sounds of it. Even someone singing a capella would have destroyed the robots, because that is how much they hated music. No society can function without music, even if it wants to. Even the robots got their wish and conquered the world so that music would be outlawed, someone would still be doing it, and still getting them to go berserk. That's the power of music, and that's why the Forsythe System put so much effort and pride into it.
All the robots ran for their lives and eventually ran into one another, ultimately crushing themselves into oblivion. It was progress we were making in the race to eliminate all the robots, but it seemed like it wasn't enough progress when you consider the robots had the ability to create new robots on their own. The issue was really only conquered once people began simply mentioning Lennart, because literally everything (and everybody) is afraid of him. Just mentioning his name caused all the robots to ultimately self-destruct, except for a few that became a super robot; Leo's parallels who practice martial arts took care of that last robot. (Even I found it freaky, however, that even those undead mummies and zombies that were attacking tomb raiders in the pyramids of Egypt were freaking out and running for their lives at the mention of Lennart's name, and Lennart himself is still working on living that down.)
"I'll never doubt you again," said one of the owners when we finished playing the song we were playing, since we did go ahead and play the whole song. "How can we repay you?"
"Don't," I said. "I don't go for rewards." (This had always been my attitude towards prizes; I felt doing the action was the reward itself. I ended up being the first SSSMSB winner anyways, for as the king said to me, "I'm the king. If I say you're getting it, you're getting it." Who could argue with that?)
That night, we performed our regular shows for the folks who came to Silver Dollar City, and everybody that had been robbed got their money back, plus all the money they were getting from the customers that day.
There you have it; that is my victory without Cripto.
THE END
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Victories Without Cripto
#10: Steal Your Dollars
Kriegland heavily frowned on rock and heavy metal music, so I had to settle for being a military drummer. They wanted to be as pure as they could be, and the phrase "sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll" really scared the crap out of them. But I didn't let that stop me from doing what I did best. Thankfully, Kriegland has changed their attitudes towards rock music, and so His Majesty, King Leo V, told me that he was happy to see me, Corey the Tiger, getting to live up to my true personality. I play rock drums these days with J.R. and the Rebels, one of many furry rock bands that plays as competition to Furry Fury; other groups of this nature include the Bengal 9, the Slaughtercats, Paul and the Powercats (who all happen to be superheroes), Rock 'n' ROAR! (who also all happen to be superheroes), among others. I think the only ones that managed to outscore Furry Fury, however, were actually the Ragnarok Cats, an all-lion heavy metal band that originates from Sweden and specializes in Viking metal music. (Yes, there is such a thing; it's also why Lennart the Viking Lion plays electric guitar.)
J.R., if you're wondering, stands for John Revolution. That's not his real name, though; that's just his stage name. Like most of the competition, we've won at least one Grammy, and like everybody else, we have fussed at the authorities for never even nominating Furry Fury. J.R. in particular has made a fuss about it. "Perhaps they think their music is so good, giving them a Grammy would be an insult to them," he said. "Who knows? I still say that deserve at least one. They're so good at what they do, and they're likely to give all of us a run for our money."
"I agree," I commented. "Why don't they have a Grammy?"
I'm not mainstream like Techno Tiger is, but I occasionally dabble in inventions, and so I do have a patent with the special type of supersonic ear I invented one day; this ultimately helped us spread the word that Bendraqi and his cronies were on Kriegland. How they found us is beyond my comprehension, but they found us, and they were plotting to destroy us and kill us off. Why? They were disturbed by how the CNG effects allowed us to know everything about Earth, even though Earth knew nothing about us until we got there. They therefore made the assumption that if we came to Earth, it would make life difficult for them, and so the less allies there were to the G-52s, the better. The stupidest criminals are often the deadliest and most heartless, and the Quarrelsome Quartet was no exception.
However, we still might have been forced to evacuate, because CNG was making life on Kriegland unlivable, and it was why all the other planets ceased to exist. It's a miracle Earth had room for all of us, but for the record, a good chunk of Forsythians are permanently living in Eterna (Zanta's world), because they were worried about crowding up Earth. So I can tell you that there were Eternals working to get about up to half the population to that world, but no one noticed until later on. It made my king sad, but he fully understood why they would choose Eterna over Earth. They liked it better, and it really did offer them a better life.
Our destruction happened around the same time that Leo the Patriotic Lion credits as the absolute peak of him in his angry bellowing rants; in other words, it was when he was at his worst. CNG used our destruction as an excuse to condition the world, as a result, into believing that if its people didn't obey Leo, they would die. And indeed, many have died from disobedience; the best example would be when CNG raids killed exactly 7 million people in Argentina, and 1.5 million people in Turkey, both over soccer rioting. What's so special about those games? Soccer is just a sport, not a religion! I don't understand it myself. But it's true. The one topic the world didn't listen to Leo on was soccer rioting, and they finally paid the ultimate price for it, or so we felt.
I can also say I'm the total opposite of my brother, Casey the Tiger, who was and is more musically minded towards classical and military march music. He now serves the United States as a high-ranking member of the U.S. Tiger Corps Band, and Tom the Patriotic Tiger couldn't be prouder, I'm sure. Casey helped me, however, spread the word about the Quarrelsome Quartet's threats to Kriegland, and several other percussion soldiers, such as Corporal Leo the Lion (there are too many lions named Leo, but he goes by Corporal Leo to help us tell him apart from the other lions named Leo; his surname is Charleston), Smirtzan the Bobcat, and even our beloved drum major, John the Tiger (himself a percussionist), also helped sound the alarm.
When came time to leave Kriegland, King Leo V awarded his first (of several) SSSMSB (Stupendously Superiorly Shiny Medal of Superiority and Bravery) to me for discovering the plot, after John clarified that it wasn't him but me who found out about the plot. I then rode alongside John and a few others inside the king's personal spaceship. The population evacuated and was 2/3 of the way to Earth by the time Kriegland was destroyed, but due to a malfunction in the warp gun (an invention of T2) that D.W. (Danger Woman) was using to feed the news media everything about Kriegland that was needed to know, Americans thought it already happened, and began panicking that the world known as Earth was next, thus helping take their minds off the frustration of the Vietnam War. Obviously it didn't happen. The heartless destroyed Earth, but it was resurrected, and in the memories of the earth's population, it never happened. Time flow!
Anyways, I hope that has helped you get to know me a bit better.
I'm not really a superhero, but I have contributed to the fight against criminals, especially in terms of missions that did not involve Cripto. Don't get me wrong; he's shown major signs of improvement, but he's still got a long way to go before he becomes as legendary as my king. I'm sure he'll get there; he always reaches his goal in the end. At the time, however, he was still showing some problems, and so Super C wanted the G-52s to score as many victories as they could without Cripto. Once the hatred aimed at Cripto died down, however (and there was hatred aimed at him because he wasn't destroying evil with one fell swoop, but if he did, it would upset the balance, and he'd be in Eternal prison for a very long time), he started to show signs of improvement.
Cripto is worth mentioning, however, because he and his family have many times, for a vacation, visited the very popular amusement part known as Silver Dollar City, or, as his friends jokingly called it, "Steal Your Dollar City." This park is near the cities of Branson and Branson West, in Missouri, and is located off Missouri Route 76 on the Indiana Point peninsula of Table Rock Lake. Silver Dollar City opened on May 1, 1960. The park is an 1880's-themed experience that fits Branson's vision as a family-friendly vacation destination with down-home charm. Silver Dollar City's operating season runs from mid-March until late December, with the park closed during the months of January and February. Silver Dollar City is owned by Herschend Family Entertainment.
I've been there several times myself, and believe me, it is a fun place to go to, especially if you have families with children that visit. The last time I went there, however, it wasn't for pleasure purposes. Well, it sort of was; J.R. and the Rebels were booked to perform at the park. Yet it was under attack, because this was another case of Bendraqi's old EP-2900 Model robots going berserk. There are many flashbacks we have yet to tell, but today, there isn't a single one left. At the time, though, it was still a major problem, and so the robots were running loose in the park.
The miracle that was the robots didn't do any damage to any of the rides, attractions, or other buildings that make up Silver Dollar City. Instead, they wanted to try something different: stealing all the money. All the business owners and ticket holders found themselves bankrupt when arriving to start their workday, and the robots sort of hung around in the background to scare off everybody. Their programming, having been enhanced by the CNG effects, led them to create schemes on their own in the hopes it would please their master, but Bendraqi, by now having been resurrected as the new version of him, was no longer really their master. (He made this clear to me when he completed rehab and issued his apology to me, and I told him this story to confirm my doubts about the robots.)
The embarrassing part about this is that the band didn't even know there were robberies going on until later; we were trying to figure out why the robots weren't terrorizing the park, destroying the buildings, or killing everybody inside. The people who own the park said to us, "I think they're just taking a break. I'm positive they're waiting for the right moment so that they can destroy the buildings and kill us all off."
"That is crazy," I said as we set up our instruments on the stage. "Well, you've got nothing to worry about, especially when we start playing."
"At a time like this, you're going to practice? There are rogue robots on the loose!"
"Yes, but what do they hate more than anything? Music."
"Music?"
"Yes. Watch this." I clicked my sticks four times and launched into a drum riff used to start one of our songs. Immediately the robots heard the music and started having a meltdown; they couldn't stand the sounds of it. Even someone singing a capella would have destroyed the robots, because that is how much they hated music. No society can function without music, even if it wants to. Even the robots got their wish and conquered the world so that music would be outlawed, someone would still be doing it, and still getting them to go berserk. That's the power of music, and that's why the Forsythe System put so much effort and pride into it.
All the robots ran for their lives and eventually ran into one another, ultimately crushing themselves into oblivion. It was progress we were making in the race to eliminate all the robots, but it seemed like it wasn't enough progress when you consider the robots had the ability to create new robots on their own. The issue was really only conquered once people began simply mentioning Lennart, because literally everything (and everybody) is afraid of him. Just mentioning his name caused all the robots to ultimately self-destruct, except for a few that became a super robot; Leo's parallels who practice martial arts took care of that last robot. (Even I found it freaky, however, that even those undead mummies and zombies that were attacking tomb raiders in the pyramids of Egypt were freaking out and running for their lives at the mention of Lennart's name, and Lennart himself is still working on living that down.)
"I'll never doubt you again," said one of the owners when we finished playing the song we were playing, since we did go ahead and play the whole song. "How can we repay you?"
"Don't," I said. "I don't go for rewards." (This had always been my attitude towards prizes; I felt doing the action was the reward itself. I ended up being the first SSSMSB winner anyways, for as the king said to me, "I'm the king. If I say you're getting it, you're getting it." Who could argue with that?)
That night, we performed our regular shows for the folks who came to Silver Dollar City, and everybody that had been robbed got their money back, plus all the money they were getting from the customers that day.
There you have it; that is my victory without Cripto.
THE END
Victories Without Cripto (#10): Steal Your Dollars
This new series will showcase either solo or team battles the G-52s have embarked, without the help of their secret and way too powerful weapon, Cripto. This is in response to the haters all stating Cripto is too powerful, and should have ended all the terrorism, once and for all, a long time ago. But he didn't, because evil cannot be so easily overcome, and because it would upset the balance of order in this world. These stories will mostly be flashbacks as a result.
Corey the Tiger, drummer for the hard rock/heavy metal band J.R. and the Rebels, tells of a time he and his rock band protected the popular amusement park Silver Dollar City from Bendraqi's old EP-2900 Model robots, who decided to just steal all the money from the park, instead of destroying it.
Parallels of Leo joint-owned by me and Chuong
Leo himself, G-52s, Forsythians, etc. © me and me alone
Corey the Tiger, drummer for the hard rock/heavy metal band J.R. and the Rebels, tells of a time he and his rock band protected the popular amusement park Silver Dollar City from Bendraqi's old EP-2900 Model robots, who decided to just steal all the money from the park, instead of destroying it.
Parallels of Leo joint-owned by me and Chuong
Leo himself, G-52s, Forsythians, etc. © me and me alone
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Chuong: These days, stealing money is more difficult due to bank technologies. I remember during the COVID-19 pandemic, most people did not carry cash, or at least back in Vietnam.
Zax: It was like that in America too. Keyword is was. Now, we carry cash again. Of course, we do it by a small amount. But remember, you cant take credit or any other bank cards for granted.
Zax: It was like that in America too. Keyword is was. Now, we carry cash again. Of course, we do it by a small amount. But remember, you cant take credit or any other bank cards for granted.
Corey: You can't take anything for granted, really.
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