Brickhouse® in “Mighty, Mighty, Just Lettin’ It All Hang Out”

Posted on March 18, 2019 by sungmokoo

Brickhouse® came this close to suing Commodores for the song, “Three Times A Lady”.

Brickhouse® was about to be walloped hard in the kisser by his nemesis, The Clobber Meister®, in the form of a classic wind-up Sunday punch, rapidly approaching and since this was Jupiter’s gravity, the impact would be immeasurable, as in devastating. Typically, this would be no big whup, but Brickhouse® was clearly distracted. As we all know, his strength, in this case, invulnerability, requires complete concentration.

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Jittery Jehoshaphat, It’s Jumping Juniper

Posted on March 7, 2019 by sungmokoo

Superheroine Jumping Juniper is the Pauly Shore of superheroes.

As Jumping Juniper bled to death in the dirtiest alley in Hero Heights, she contemplated her current fate and found herself laughing, while convulsing and gurgling up thick blood. She did not want to die laughing, so she searched her mind for something, anything to negate the tragic comedy unfolding around her. Her choice was self-pity.

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Super Villain Switch Up

Posted on January 18, 2019 by sungmokoo

Kraven The Hunter was fortunate that his birth name was not Jagginoff.

On a typical day, Kraven The Hunter resides in an existence commonly known as The Marvel Universe, or Earth-616. [WARNING: ORIGIN ALERT!] He was born Sergei Kravinoff, a misguided Russian immigrant, and the son of an aristocrat. Perhaps it was this combination that turned him into a maniacal big game hunter seeking only to hunt The Amazing Spider-Man. Later, he would become the founding member of The Sinister Six, a collective of villains sworn to destroy their common foe, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

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Alchemist In The Middle

Posted on December 3, 2018 by sungmokoo

A writing variation based on an illustration by Stu Mead.

Not only was The Alchemist bored, she was restless, thus twitchy and itchy, reticent as hell, buzzed on heroin, and drunk on cooking sherry, perhaps the most under-rated high. It must be noted, she had more liquor on her breath than most taverns stock. Worst of all, she was lonely; as lonely as all the recurrent overwrought characters in a Sting song.

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