Chroniques de l'Entre-Mondes

The Kap’tain does not really sleep.

His breath is heavy and nervous, he’s got sweat dripping from his forehead.

He thinks he’s dreaming, but cannot be sure of that. Even in the deepest of his sleeps he knows he coul be dreaming of a dream! Someone told him that we dream in black and white. The Kap’tain doubts that, even more since that person is too young to ever have known B/W television! On the other hand, maybe the Kap’tain is just dreaming he’s dreaming of colours? But that doesn’t really matter. Only the Earth matters, and the Kap’tain has to save the world again!

Mars is the source of all evil.

Don’t believe the NASA: Mars is alive and the ruling race there has only one goal: conquer the earth. And that’s why unsuspecting earthlings are doomed to be rushed and burned by enormous fireballs launched from Mars, set to hit our (nearly) blue plan and scorche us all to cinders. It is a political move, since marsmen don’t master the technique of inhabited interplanetary flights (yet), and a good move, since it will enable High President D^giiidblu Bughhhz (would sound like that if there was a little more air on Mars) to win another 75 years term of public ( ?) service (Note of the translator… “sevice” ???).

In Cape ‘g Naahvrahl, The High President and his Minister of Wars congratulated fiercely at the sight of the perfect launch of  a few thousand enormous flaming, scorching, irradiating, radioactive, poisonous hot-red artificial meteors, precisely, inhumanely and lethally aimed at our home world.

The Kap’tain isn’t dreaming. He already feels the hot breath of meteoritic death upon his burning skin. Dream or n dream, he suddenly leaps out of bed, immaculately dressed in his super-resistant costume, the only protection of his anonymity.  With a single leap he flies out of the window and soars like an arrow of fire against the darkened sky.

The danger nears, the Kap’tain flies: already the crowds mass up in the squares and public areas, watching with growing awe as fireballs fill the skies. Panic breaks out, everyone tries to flee but there is no escape! Churches are again filled with last-minute worshippers, bridges bend under the weight of would-be suicidees, but the kap’tain HAS to save the world!

It takes him hours, it takes him days, the Kap’tain sweating under the strain, his pyjama’s slowing him down, cumbersome and wet from the sweat. But in the end all fireballs are hit like melons with his mighty fist, send back into space like so many softballs, harmless but to passing flying saucers.

And with a last burst of his mental energy, the Kap’tain erases all memories of those events from mankind’s minds, so that erveryone can forever sleep in peace.

The Kap’tain save the world again…. But is the world worth saving?