{"id":1816,"date":"2010-12-27T20:22:55","date_gmt":"2010-12-28T01:22:55","guid":{"rendered":"\/\/kirbymuseum.org\/blogs\/365fourth\/?p=1816"},"modified":"2010-12-27T20:22:55","modified_gmt":"2010-12-28T01:22:55","slug":"day-88-the-four-armed-terror","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kirbymuseum.org\/blogs\/365fourth\/2010\/12\/27\/day-88-the-four-armed-terror\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 88: The Four-Armed Terror!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Mokkari and Simyan, the odd couple of Apokolips, have been sent to Earth to replicate the success of The Project (by rifling DNA samples from the government facility) and, as the yellow-faced taller one relates, “It is what we came here to do! To replace<\/em> the Earthmen’s Project with ours!<\/em>\u201d And, apparently, the best way to accomplish that Darkseid directive is to destroy the “vast<\/em> American underground preserve!<\/em>” But the “Giant Green Jimmy” failed to muss The Project’s hair and, after facing a dressing down by the Master of the Holocaust himself, the duo muse over what to do.<\/p>\n

“The Earthmen experiment for progress,” Mokkari says. “But we work for Darkseid<\/em>, ruler of Apokolips!”<\/em> Simyan adds, “Our offspring<\/em> shall bring Apokolips<\/em> to Earth! Chaos<\/em> in place of order!<\/em> And from that chaos will arise the new<\/em> masters of Earth — with the great Darkseid<\/em> as their exalted leader!\u201d<\/em> Okay, well put, shorter hairier one, but what’s the plan?<\/em><\/p>\n

Hand holding jaw in contemplation, Mokkari determines, “We shall do it with the proper creations of life we have bred here!” Simyan is puzzled, “But what have we produced that could do so thorough a job?” Looking over their human slaves carrying gargantuan machinery, Mokkari says, “True! <\/em>Except for the giant Jimmy Olsen<\/em>, we have grown nothing but mere beasts of burden!<\/em>\u201d Simyan has a flash: “Wait! You forget!<\/em>\u201d Entering an enclosure titled “Lower Level Control Bubble,” Simyan tells his partner, “There are cell tissues which we developed in an atmosphere of Beta Gas!” Mokkari retorts, “But they are ‘unknowns!<\/em>\u2019 Even as they grew — they hid<\/em> from us! Human cells<\/em> — which have grown their own Impenetrable cover!<\/em>\u201d Simyan says, as he takes charge of a control panel, “And beneath their cover — could be our answer!<\/em>\u201d The Control Bubble has windows looking over a field of what appear to be a chamber filled with super-sized eggs, a noxious mist wafting above them. “What kind<\/em> of humans will emerge from these egg-sacs, Mokkari<\/em>,” asks Simyan. His partner replies, “We must be prepared for any<\/em> contingency, Simyan!<\/em> Keep vlose<\/em> watch!”<\/p>\n

Later, the vapor stimulation “doing its work,” one of the egg-sacs hatch, with four-arms thrusting out! In the beginning of Superman’s Pal, Jimmy Olsen<\/em> #137, we see The Four-Armed Terror is in full, pale-yellow, red-eyed glory, and man! What a horrifying sight we see rampaging through the Wild Area! “This is a being with no name! It is in the shape of a man — but it is not<\/em> man! Yet, it lives and breathes and hungers!<\/em> It wants food!<\/em> — The kind of food the forest doesn’t<\/em> grow! But the food is there! It’s there!<\/em>\u201d Poor Yango and Gandy, motorcyclist Outsiders, see their hogs smashed by the monsters and barely escape with their skins. The creature makes it to The Project and shocks reverberate about the complex. “He has found the buried steel cables<\/em> that are the stalks which lead to his food! Nuclear radiation! <\/em>He doesn’t know it by word, but he feels<\/em> it as an emptiness inside himself — that must<\/em> be filled!”<\/p>\n

(Here, the Four-Armed Terror makes his trademark sound — “ARRUK-ARRUK-AAAK!<\/em>\u201d — kinda cute, innit it?)<\/p>\n

“Then he finds<\/em> it! — In a booster unit, which carries power to The ‘Project<\/em>\u2019 from a central atomic pile!<\/em>\u201d Suddenly shock waves are sent out and blasts occur throughout the region — collapsing Habitat, cracking the Zoomway, and threatening the entire Project. Superman flies into action and, getting a good look at the yellow monster, the Man of Steel ponders, “Our rivals at the Evil Factory<\/em> have produced another ‘first!’ That thing is absorbing and feeding on radioactive energy!<\/em>\u201d And that thing proceeds to pound the Krypton out of our hero! “And above Superman<\/em> is a face produced by the most extreme<\/em> experimentation with the human cell! At The ‘Project,’ its counterpart<\/em> would be known as a D.N.Alien!<\/em>\u201d (ARRUK!<\/em>)<\/p>\n

(Am I wrong to understand that distinctions of what is and what isn’t a D.N.Alien of those produced by either The Project or the Evil Factory got a little fuzzy and more generalized as the saga continued?)<\/p>\n

Finally able to throw off the beastie, Superman gives us a bit more information. “The Evil Factory<\/em> has bred a terrifying<\/em> product!! Among the living human cells they stole<\/em> from The ‘Project<\/em>\u2019 was a special<\/em> batch which had been treated in a manner to simulate Atomic War conditions! <\/em>He could be bred for surviving<\/em> Atomic War!” Jimmy and the Legionnaires try to help but suddenly all of \u2019em, Supes included, are encased in a “crackling web<\/em> of energy” emanating from the freak’s four hands which create an impenetrable shell encasing our comrades! The creature moves on, “Hunger<\/em> has replaced fury! There is abundant<\/em> food nearby!” Then, courtesy of Mokkari and Simyan’s delightful exposition, we learn the threat is not only confined to The Project and environs, but to the home city of Superman himself!<\/p>\n

“Yes,” says one of the two, “directly in his path is the giant atomic pile<\/em> that supplies power to the entire<\/em> underground world of The ‘Project!'” The other adding, “He must<\/em> feed on radiation! He’ll rip that pile apart and trigger a chain reaction!<\/em>\u201d Mokkari glories in the holocaust to come. “Then a great<\/em> white flash! A fire storm<\/em> of indescribable heat! Shock<\/em> upon shock<\/em> as a mushroom cloud rises where once The Project<\/em> stood! A job well done, eh, Simyan?<\/em>\u201d Answers his longtime companion, “It will be beautiful, Mokkari!<\/em> And with it will go all the rest! Yea — and even the city of Metropolis<\/em> — which lies above, within range!”<\/p>\n

Our story here comes full circle. Simyan boasts, as they return to the Control Bubble, “We’ll have carried out, to the letter, the order<\/em> of our great leader, Darkseid! <\/em>Surely this is a triumph<\/em> for the forces of our world — Apokolips!<\/em> The pattern is set!<\/em> We have bred the perfect<\/em> instrument to challenge<\/em> humanity!” Again looking out at the multitude of egg-sacs, Mokkari gloats, “Sprung from their own<\/em> seed — and nurtured by radioactive<\/em> vapors!” Simyan notices movement. “The others are stirring!<\/em> They’re breaking free<\/em> of their protective shells, Mokkari!”<\/p>\n

And, indeed, it appears dozens and dozens of Four-Armed Terrors are coming new into our world. “It is their<\/em> time, Simyan!<\/em>\u201d rants Mokkari. “Their birth heralds the age of holocaust! Hail, Homo Usurpus!<\/em> Earth lies before you for the taking!”<\/p>\n

To which I can only heartily add, “AARUK!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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