Meet the Cast: La-Zar

Little is known about La-Zar because they don’t speak and don’t remove their uniform/costume. Being a masked alien, we don’t know if they are male, female, or something else, and they seem uninterested in telling.

We do know that La-Zar was trained by the ninja monks of Planet Bob. The monks took a vow of silence because like everyone else on Bob, they can only say the word “Bob.” It makes it hard to be a secretive assassin when everyone knows who you are because all you can say is “Bob.”

We gathered that La-Zar comes from the planet Australia where their parents were killed by a gang of koala bears. La-Zar wandered the Outback for who knows how long before being rescued by pirate kangaroos. The roos taught them much before taking them to Planet Bob to train with the monks. La-Zar sought revenge upon the koalas who murdered their parents.

Eventually, La-Zar had a run-in with a member of the International League of Super-Transbeings. Instead of arresting La-Zar, the hero saw their potential and asked them to join.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading!


Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Adventure. What More Could You Want?

The name is Joe Rover. Gamer. Writer. Superhero. With the help of my friends, I protect Megaton City from all sorts of villains whose only desire is chaos & destruction. 

Meet the Cast: Brood

Brood is a reformed/repentant vampire. Being a reformed vampire means he can go out in the daytime and cast a reflection. He still has problems with garlic and stakes. He is also weak to dark-light and unholy water.

Though he looks to be 17 years old, he is much older. No one knows for sure, and he doesn’t talk about his past. We have pieced together that he is responsible for the extinction of the unicorn and the near extinction of the dragons. He also went by the nicknames “Jack the Ripper” and “the Bloody Red Baron” during his darker days.

Over time, he grew to hate his bloodthirsty nature. Through a very taxing and painful redemption process, his sins were forgiven. His family, however, disowned him. He eventually found his way into the International League of Super-Transbeings. He soon became leader/sometimes co-leader of Delta Squad. He regularly butts heads with Dogboy because of the bad blood between vampires and werewolves. The two have a complicated friendship/rivalry.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading!


Dashing Heroes and Exciting Sci-Fi/Fantasy Action Await You in the Dogboy Multiverse

A peaceful drive turns into a road rage battle as Joe and Bandit defend themselves against Roadburn and Skidz. During the fight, Joe meets the mysterious Leo. Who is this young man? What do Roadburn and Skidz want with him?

Meet the Cast: Glop

Glop was discovered by gator researchers in the Florida swamps and named Randy. The researchers went on to raise the abandoned/orphaned swamp monster as their own. They provided him with basic skills, language, and a pair of red swim trunks that he still wears today. Not the same pair, obviously; they bought him multiple pairs which he washes regularly.

Eventually, Ether Operations, a government group tasked with controlling the transbeing community—who were in fact monster hunters, learned of Randy’s existence. They took him away from the researchers, much to the crying of the researchers—Randy was unsure of what was happening, so he didn’t react much—and imprisoned him at Area 51. He was trained to be a weapon for Ether Operations—Codename: Glop—but he could never quite get it. He was locked away; the head of Ether Operations still hoped he’d become a weapon; plus, Glop’s retarded aging and regenerative powers were an exciting field of “study.”

Eventually, Ether Operations true intentions were discovered and Area 51 was raided. The raiding task force, which one day become PAWS and the International League of Super-Transbeings, discovered Glop, who’d spent the time playing old computer games and watching cartoons.

Glop continues to be a fairly naïve person…swamp monster but is learning much about the real world. He’s a real information sponge; recently, becoming a huge fan of bingo. Recently, ILOST was able to locate the researchers; they continue to visit Randy/Glop every Sunday for a family dinner and the occasional Monday family game night.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading!


Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Adventure. What More Could You Want?

The name is Joe Rover. Gamer. Writer. Superhero. With the help of my friends, I protect Megaton City from all sorts of villains whose only desire is chaos & destruction. 

Witchy Hut

Beatrice finally found a parking spot at the BLT supermarket. She sighed in relief. A moment later, a man parked his monster truck right next to her door. It was so close she had to crawl across to the passenger side to escape.

“You’re not supposed to park there,” she said to the driver.

He scoffed at her and walked away.

Beatrice pulled out her cell phone and chose the third number in her favorites list.

On the third ring an even toned voice answered, “Thank you for calling Witchy Hut, home of the sleeping curse. May I take your order?”

“I’d like one medium curse. Male, about 25, brown hair and blue eyes, drives a red and green monster truck.”

“Would you like to upgrade to a large curse for an extra dollar?”

“No, a medium will do.”

“Do you want a plague of locusts with that?”

“Just the curse.”

“That’ll be $12.75. Remember, if it isn’t delivered in 30 shakes of a nine-tailed kitsune, your order is free. Have a nice day, and thank you for choosing Witchy Hut.”

Copyright Joe Rover 2021. All rights reserved.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading!


Dashing Heroes and Exciting Sci-Fi/Fantasy Action Await You in the Dogboy Multiverse

A peaceful drive turns into a road rage battle as Joe and Bandit defend themselves against Roadburn and Skidz. During the fight, Joe meets the mysterious Leo. Who is this young man? What do Roadburn and Skidz want with him?

Halloween Tip: Beware the Asset Hunters

Though the abduction, mind-wipe, and will-manipulation of people, places, and things has largely been outlawed throughout the Omniverse, there are still those, Asset Hunters, who capture and sell beings on the Black Market. These “assets” are then used in video games as characters, props, or settings.

With the decrease in asset hunting, a vacuum was formed thus allowing some Paradox Prisoners to be reborn as cyber-realm assets. 


Dashing Heroes and Exciting Sci-Fi/Fantasy Action Await You in the Dogboy Multiverse

A peaceful drive turns into a road rage battle as Joe and Bandit defend themselves against Roadburn and Skidz. During the fight, Joe meets the mysterious Leo. Who is this young man? What do Roadburn and Skidz want with him?

An Unhappy Ending

An unhappy ending doesn’t mean a sad ending. It means an ending that wasn’t supposed to happen; an ending where justice, compassion, or mercy aren’t served. If a protagonist is an unrepentant slimeball and they get away with continuing to be a slimeball, the story has an unhappy ending. However, if the slimeball realizes they were a creep and works to make amends–even if that includes jail time or worse–then the story has a happy ending.

The job of Blue Light Technologies (BLT) is to feed happy endings to the orb located on the roof of BLT Tower. If it is fed unhappy endings, there is trouble. An example is the Holocaust; it was the result of one unhappy ending. The Dark Ages is a result of many unhappy endings.


Dashing Heroes and Exciting Sci-Fi/Fantasy Action Await You in the Dogboy Multiverse

A peaceful drive turns into a road rage battle as Joe and Bandit defend themselves against Roadburn and Skidz. During the fight, Joe meets the mysterious Leo. Who is this young man? What do Roadburn and Skidz want with him?

Paradox Prisoners

Since you can’t destroy or create matter or energy, what happens during a paradox or new timeline event? 

The energy “created” by the event and the affected people have to go somewhere. In less extreme cases, such as new memories, the affected people have their memories altered to fit the new timeline. In more extreme cases, such as a person being erased from existence, they can’t go into the Afterlife because they technically didn’t exist. Instead, they are reborn. In most cases, they become animals, toys, or other objects in need of a soul.

More recently, they are reborn in the cyber-realm as viruses, programs, ghosts in the machine, and video game characters or assets. These Paradox Prisoners remain in this state until their death at which point they are officially dead and can enter the Afterlife to await Final Judgement. 


Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Adventure. What More Could You Want?

The name is Joe Rover. Gamer. Writer. Superhero. With the help of my friends, I protect Megaton City from all sorts of villains whose only desire is chaos & destruction. 

Monsters Defined

“Monster” is given to anyone or anything that is non-canon/fan-made. Monster hunters see them as anomalies since they believe they “have no soul” and seek to destroy them.


Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Adventure. What More Could You Want?

The name is Joe Rover. Gamer. Writer. Superhero. With the help of my friends, I protect Megaton City from all sorts of villains whose only desire is chaos & destruction. 

What Causes a Paradox?

What causes a paradox?

One is a new timeline. The other is caused by fan-made events.

Fan-made events both exist and don’t exist. The fan gives life to the event, but the event isn’t official/canon. The event becomes a paradox or anomaly. Monster hunters then seek to destroy it.


Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Adventure. What More Could You Want?

The name is Joe Rover. Gamer. Writer. Superhero. With the help of my friends, I protect Megaton City from all sorts of villains whose only desire is chaos & destruction. 

STREAMER SEASON | Dogboy Chronicles Short Tail

This story is inspired from jokes and moments during the livestreams of Blitzwinger, Katie Wilson, and Aaron Plays.215.


“Hello world and welcome to the 10th annual Livestream Day,” said George, one of the commentators. “Livestream Day is when every creative and their hyper-intelligent dog is broadcasting a livestream of one sort or another.”

Maggie, the other commentator, joined in with, “That also means it’s open season on streamers. Thousands of stream snipers and trolls have descended upon the Virtual Net in the hopes of bagging a streamer or two.”

“That’s right, Maggie,” said George. “But it means a good day if you’re a grinder. Every grinder has been hired out for today’s event. The grinder’s job, of course, will be to protect the streamer from snipers.”

Maggie smiled a little too brightly. “And how might they do that?”

“Many ways, Maggie, but the most common is the grinder will make a decoy account. The grinder will look exactly the same as the streamer, right down to the gamertag, or the grinder will squad up with the steamer and act as a human shield protecting the streamer for as long as possible.”

Meanwhile at Spydrone base camp…

I paced across the small stage; an American flag acted as the backdrop.

“Troops,” I said looking over Sally, Brain, Danny, and Bandit—my human intelligent dog, “today is Livestream Day. We’ve been hired to protect Spydrone.” Spydrone, a female-looking robot wearing a black trench coat and fedora and carrying a briefcase attached to her back, waved. “We must protect her at all costs. I won’t lie to you; it’ll be war out there, and some of us won’t make it.”

Danny gulped. Brain rolled his eyes.

“Danny!” I pointed at him suddenly causing him to jump. “You will be our decoy. You’ll dress up as Spydrone and hopefully lure many of the snipers away. Sally, Bandit, and I will act as bodyguards. Brain will remain here and act as our monitor.” My pack of friends nodded in agreement. “Everyone have proximity chat enabled? They nodded. “Are we all connected to TinCan so we can talk even when we are away from each other?” They nodded again. “Alright then; let’s do this!”

***

Streamers from all around the world arrived at the stream lobby. Sally, aka Kickbutt98, looked amazing as her avatar. Her outfit consisted of a camouflage cheerleader uniform and black war paint under her eyes. When she equipped her shock-gun, she looked even hotter.  

The host for the event appeared on the stage via a burst of log-on-light. “Welcome everyone,” he raised his hands in a greeting gesture, “to Livestream Day. To better assist you, all available bandwidth was transferred here for two hours, so you have two hours to complete your livestream.”

He cleared his throat. “And as you might guess this also makes you easier targets for the stream snipers and trolls.” He offered a quick shrug. “Oops.”

Oops, indeed.

“The livestream session,” the host pointed to a large holographic clock overhead, “begins in ten seconds. May the algorithm always be with you.” The clocked buzzed resetting to two hours. “I’m outta here.” The host vanished in another burst of light.

“Hello, web-heads,” said a streamer talking to a floating sphere that acted as the camera, “and welcome to today’s livestream. We’ll—”

BANG!

The streamer screamed as he derezzed into pixel blocks. More shots rang out from all around us.

“It’s an ambush!” I shouted.

“The host set us up!” said Sally.

“Go, go, go!” I waved.

Sally, Bandit, and I took up positions as we ushered Spydrone out of there. One streamer got shot in the back. He fell; he held a pleading arm out to everyone. “Tell my viewers,” he coughed weakly, “to subscribe.” He collapsed into pixels.

Explosions hit around us as I tried to plot the safest course. Suddenly, a sniper dropped from their position in a tree. She aimed her rifle at Spydrone. “End of line, streamer,” she said.


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Vroooom!!

A yellow car came out of nowhere and smashed into the sniper derezzing them. Time slowed for a moment as I saw Danny, dressed as Spydrone, behind the wheel; he gave us a thumbs-up before disappearing down the path with a swarm of motorcycles, hover vehicles, and jet pack riders in pursuit.

A few feet away, we rested near a park bench. Bandit, as Silent-Paw—his ninja-dog avatar, sniffed out the area. He gave us a head nod to indicate it was clear. Sally and I caught our breath while Spydrone began her intro.

“Thanks for asking me to come along,” said Sally. She leaned back in the bench resting her arms on the backrest and staring into the sky.

I was leaning forward resting my face in my hands. “Sure,” I said, lowering my hands. “You’re a great gamer and fighter, why wouldn’t I invite you? You’re also my friend.”

She rested a hand on my shoulder; my face flushed. “I’m serious; not a lot of guys would let a girl—”

“Wait,” I said. I stood. “Something’s wrong.”

Sally stood too. “You’re right. It’s much too quiet.” She scanned the area. “Joe! RPG!”

A rocket-missile whistled as it shot towards us like a bat with a grudge. We gathered around Spydrone.

“Barrier!” I said.

A bubble appeared around us as the missile hit. We ran for it using the blast’s smoke as cover. Soon, we were out of cover; bullets started pinging around us.

“This week’s theory,” said a nearby education-entertainment streamer. He stood before a chalkboard with a crudely drawn elephant, “will be on how the elephant in Epoch’s Curse was in fact an alien lifeform.”

Team Spydrone took cover behind the chalkboard. The streamer stopped speaking; he leaned around the chalkboard so he could address us. “Excuse me, I’m trying to tear apart an award-winning movie so that I can earn a few coin in ad revenue.”

Three shots hit the chalkboard and the streamer dove behind the chalkboard. More shots came from the trees, bushes, and I could hear incoming vehicles.

“Hey!” shouted a new voice, which drew everyone’s attention. A streamer wearing ripped jeans, a denim jacket, and sunglasses waved his arms. “I’m doing a charity livestream for the BLT Foundation. For every $1,000 donated, you get a free shot at me!”

The air filled with the sounds of thwips as money bags materialized next to the streamer. His donation counter jumped to $3 million. The next sound was thousands of gunshots. A moment later, the charity streamer had more holes than Swiss cheese.

“Worth it,” he groaned before derezzing.

“Jeffery!” shouted Spydrone. “No!!”

“We need to go,” I said putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “We can’t let his sacrifice go in vain.”

She nodded, and we were on the run again. We passed by two streamers standing by a sign attached to a tree. A sniper stood with his rifle aimed at them. One of the streamers, a blue skinned humanoid, ripped the sign off the tree. Underneath was another sign saying, “Sweats Season.”

“Sweats season,” said the streamer.

The other streamer; a sweat dressed in tights, headband, and leg warmers, pulled the sign off. He pointed at the sign. “Streamer season.”

“Sweats season,” said the streamer pulling down the sign.

“Streamer season,” said the sweat.

“Sweats season.”

“Streamer season.”

“Sweats season,” said the streamer.

The sweat streamer pointed the sniper’s rifle at himself. “Sweats season.”

The streamer jerked the sniper’s rifle back towards himself. “I’m sick of arguing with you! It’s streamer season!” He faced the sniper. “Now, fire!”

The sniper shrugged then fired.

POP!

The fooled streamer glanced down at the hole in his chest. “Dang it,” he said before falling into a pile of pixels.

The other streamer, the sweat/try-hard, chuckled for a moment. The sniper turned his rifle on him. “Uh-oh,” said the sweat.

Both took off with the sweat jumping to avoid each rifle shot.

A man in a business suit logged in right in front of our group. He held up a hand in the “stop” gesture. We screeched to a halt. He presented a badge. “I’m from the Internet Censorship and Protocol Department. I’m afraid we cannot allow this to continue. This level of violence is not suitable for this target audience.” He reached inside his jacket seemingly to put away his badge; but instead, he pulled out an oversized mallet. “This, however, is appropriate levels of violence. Death to the streamer!”

He swung. I jumped forward activating my power gloves. A quick-time event activated as we fought for the mallet.

X, X, X, X, X… I thought as the game responded with flashes to my “button mashing” input.

I won the duel and wrestled the mallet free from the censor. I bonked him on the head sending him back to whatever log-in spawn point he came from.

It was time to run again. Sally, Bandit, Spydrone, and I panted as we made our way across the map. Spydrone then slowed.

“I have a donation,” she said.

“Don’t respond,” I said. “It’s a trap!”

“I have to,” she said. She stopped and addressed the camera sphere. “Thanks for the $10 donation, XMonke. I really—”

BANG!


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The shot came from the bushes. Spydrone vanished. Sally, Bandit, and I looked at the ground as the sniper leapt out from their hiding spot; they pumped the air in victory.

Spydrone then reappeared.

“Whaaaaa?” we all said.

Spydrone blinked a couple times, confused by our reactions. “What happened? My Internet lagged.”

Sally and I glanced at each other then back at Spydrone. “That’s the first time I’ve seen lag save a life,” I said.

The sniper kicked the ground in frustration; steam came out of their ears. A moment later, we were surrounded by vehicles of all kinds. A gang of stream snipers exited the vehicles. One shot the sniper who failed instantly derezzing them. The gang parted so a figure in a dark cowboy suit could step forward. He had a five o’clock shadow and chewed on a toothpick. We instantly recognized him as theRezzmaker, the most notorious stream sniper in the land.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He pointed to Spydrone.

“Wh-wh-why mm-m-me…Why me?” said Spydrone.

theRezzmaker flicked away the toothpick. “Because you said you left the crusts on your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. That ain’t natural.” He cracked his neck. “And with you as the last streamer standing, I’ll have my third in a row Livestream Day victory.”

He signaled his crew with his head. They equipped their weapons. They took aim.

“Not even this pathetic group of grinders can save you,” said theRezzmaker. “Ready, aim…”

“Wait!” said Spydrone.

“What is it?” growled theRezzmaker.

“An ad is playing.”

The crew lowered their weapons; theRezzmaker relaxed. We saw a holographic message informing us that three non-skippable ads were playing.

theRezzmaker groaned. “MyVideo gets greedier every day.”

Finally, the ads ended. theRezzmaker’s crew raised their weapons. “Ready,” said theRezzmaker. “Aim. Fffff…”

The crew and theRezzmaker moved in slow motion.

“What…is…hap…pen…ning?” said theRezzmaker painfully slow.

Brian’s voice came over TinCan. “That would be me. I am currently spamming the stream like Danny during March Madness.”

Sally looked to me. “Brain’s still here? I would have thought he’d be distracted with some new invention by now.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Honestly, I forgot he was even here.”

Brain continued, after a slight insulted grumble. “My spamming is slowing then down for now. It won’t be long before the moderators boot me.”

Sally and I nodded to each other.

I jumped into the air with my power gloves raised; I slammed back into the ground with a shockwave attack. The sniper crew flew into the air…slowly and fell back even slower. It was kind of fun listening to their slow motion, “Whoa!” While the crew were still airborne, Sally used her bow and arrow to take out the foes. Each dissolved into pixels before they hit the ground.

Sally and I were about to do a victory high-five when we turned around.

“You think you’re pretty clever with that little trick,” said theRezzmaker. Where’d he come from? He started to reach for his pistol. “I’ve bested the best. I will not be taken down by a couple punks and a puppy dog.” Bandit huffed. theRezzmaker had his hand on his gun. “I am the greatest stream sniper the world has ever known. You are just grinders. I have—”

Tzzzttt.

theRezzmaker jerked around like fish on land. I glanced to my side. Sally pointed her shock-gun. Smoke trailed off the gun’s muzzle. “He talks too much,” she said. She blew way the smoke.

“Congratulations!” said a disembodied voice that sounded similar to the host. “You’ve survived! All the snipers have been defeated! And you have a whole two minutes to finish your stream.”

Spydrone looked panicked for a moment but then became a professional again. “I hope everyone enjoyed today’s stream. Don’t forget if you want to show support for my channel, you can become a member or subscribe. I’d also like to thank Joe Rover and his friends for protecting me during this stream; they were awesome—especially Sally Pine, go girl power!” Sally raised her arm in a half-heart fist pump. Join me for tomorrow’s stream where I’ll show you how to use duct tape to keep intruders from using vents to move around your base. Bye for now.”

Copyright Joe Rover 2021. All rights reserved.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.