Speak Your Mind

Yeah, well, the son's in elementary school, so you'll have to be in it too.

Oddly enough, the high school where Lori studies and Maarten teaches is connected to the elementary school because the wacko child psychology teacher wanted better research subjects, or more of them.

Main?: Lorianne Junker [Mother, Ferocious, Tomboyish, Wields a Metal Bat, Awesome at Baseball, gains Wind Manipulation Powers, High Schoolgirl], Maarten Espial [Father, fights with his FISTS, perverted, cheery, hopelessly lovesick, Electric Manipulation, High School Teacher], Kevin Espial [Son, Reincarnation of some Ancient Demon, wields a Katana, Dark Flame Manipulation, Elementary School Kid, Athletic and Academic Genius, currently learning about how to destroy the world from his parents].
Antagonists: Duke Brian Rigel [Overall Badass Vampire wielding a Chain Scythe and a Broadsword, ] and his Vampire Cleaver-wielding girl legion, though he's got some guys in there too.
Supporting: Steve Junker [Grandpa, wacky, offers sage advice], Sage Junker [Cousin, coffee addict, wild, elementary school kid], Allen Junker [Uncle, quiet, serious, construction worker], Aida Ambridge [Shy, Academic genius, Elementary School Girl Son's Love interest? (NO WAI! DX)], Wesley (something) [Kevin's friend, grade higher, Student Council Head?], Leon (something) [Wes's friend, techie], Zanallen Espial [Uncle, Head Detective in Town, Serious, 15 year Jousting Champion], Marco Carbodium [Resident Mad Scientist, Runs a local clinic], Greco Paladin [Reclusive programmer who occasionally provides Kevin with l33t powerups and fairly acceptable advice]

COMPILE

WESLEEEEY!

((Wesley Snipes))

warning... warning... incoming enemy approaching

Enemy Crab

Warning, a battleship
GREAT THING
is approaching

I just hope that

MYSTERIOUS THING

Doesn't happen again.


(I have always wanted to do that!)

Sir, the hippies are attacking with rainbow grenades and peace sign shurikens.

You have permission to fire upon my signal!

I said fire a shot across her nose not up it!

Pickles.

*takes off helmet*

I'm sorry, sir! I'm doing my best!

Who made this man a gunner?

I did sir! He's my cousin!

I knew it. I'm surrounded by assholes.

Keep firing, assholes!

Yes ma'am!

*unleashes armageddon*

Space Zombie Zillas sighted at one o'clock! Ready the UV charges!

UV charges at the god damn ready sir!

...
Hell's Bells started playing right before I read your post.
HELL'S BEYULLS!

aaaaand...that means...what exactly?