I'm very excited about this latest addition to the X-men Supreme fanfiction series! First off, I want to assure everyone that I am already hard at work on X-men Supreme Volume 4. The next era of this fanfiction series is on its way and I'll be making an official announcement very soon. But before we get to that point, I have a very special bonus issue to announce that I think will help bridge the gap between X-men Supreme Volume 3: Ashes of Hope and X-men Supreme Volume 4.
A while back, I did an extra long special issue of X-men Supreme called X-men Supreme Issue 0: Revelation Xand overall, I think it was a success. I wrote it because I wanted to tell a story that took place in the past before X-men Supreme Issue 1: Generation X. Part of the inspiration came from the X-men First Class movie. But I never intended to do another spin-off like it. Then a while back, Marvel comics introduced something called the Point One initiative. For a number of their popular books, including the X-men, Marvel made these .1 issues that were meant to be self-contained one-shots to help readers jump into the books. I really enjoyed those books and while it can be argued that some didn't fulfil Marvel's mission as well as others, the idea is a good one. The X-men Supreme fanfiction series has grown a lot over the past three years. It's bigger than I ever thought it would be, but one consequence of size is that it can be hard to follow. So with that in mind, I've decided to adopt Marvel's approach and make the first ever X-men Supreme Point One issue!
So it is with great pleasure and excitement that I announce X-men Supreme 3.1: Sin City Shenanigans! This issue is different from X-men Supreme Issue 0: Revelation X in that it doesn't take place in the past. This issue takes place in the time gap between X-men Supreme Volume 3: Ashes of Hope and X-men Supreme Volume 4. The events of X-men Supreme Issue 71: Election Day are still fresh in everyone's mind, but the dust hasn't quite settled just yet. The X-men know they have some big challenges ahead of them, but before they get to that point Professor Charles Xavier believes his team needs some time to rest. And the best way to do that is a vacation to beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada! And anyone who has ever seen the Hangover knows how crazy a trip to Vegas can be!
But their stay in Sin City isn't all glitz, gambling, and shows. Trouble always seems to find them, even when they try to take time off. And once again, they'll be called upon to stop a dangerous threat from a familiar foe. And as usual, I've prepared an extended preview for this first (but hopefully not the last) X-men Supreme point one issue!
“Prime rib, sausage, chicken wings, and salsa…if zhis is not a touch of heaven, zhen I vill become an atheist!” said an overly excited Kurt Wagner.
Las Vegas was a place of many spectacles. There were world class shows, world class resorts, vast casinos, and a wide variety of activities for anyone with money to spend. Yet for some, the simplest spectacles were still the most alluring. Kurt may have been too young to gamble and his appearance made venturing out in public troublesome, but he could always enjoy an all-you-can-eat buffets. The Golden Nugget had just opened up for a large lunch buffet. Thanks to a few generous tips, Kurt and Hank had first dibs.
“First you partook in the free continental buffet at the MGM. Then you had a light snack in the cab that consisted of a three-layer sandwich. Now you’re staging an all out assault on a lunch buffet?” Hank McCoy pointed out, who had a much more modest plate of food in hand, “I’m confounded as to how you make room for such a vast culinary intake.”
“I may look like skin and bone, Herr McCoy. But I assure you zhis slim frame of mine burns a lot of calories,” said Kurt while shoveling a large helping of sweet potatoes onto his plate.
“I would wager that your caloric intake is only rivaled by Logan’s alcohol consumption,” joked Hank.
“At least bacon is easier on zhe liver,” the German mutant retorted.
“That may be, but I almost get the sense thate you’re taking the all-you-can-eat aspect of this buffet as a personal challenge.”
“Vhy not? In Las Vegas, zhere are far more unusual sights zhan a blue-skinned demon vith a tail or an ape man. Where else vould ve be able to do zhis out in zhe open?”
Before Hank could respond with a logical retort, a new round of patrons entered the buffet. Three of them were Las Vegas showgirls wearing these elaborate bikini-like outfits that consisted of metal chains, thigh-high boots, and a feathered head-dress. Another man walked in behind them with an afro wig, oversized novelty glasses, and clown shoes. Behind him was a full blown Elvis impersonator. When they saw Kurt and Hank they only tensed for a moment before shrugging and partaking in the buffet.
“I rest my case,” said Kurt as he offered the Elvis impersonator some bacon.
“Thank you. Thank you very much,” he replied in a perfect mimicking of the King.
“The prosecution rests,” laughed Hank as he watched the man in the wig walk by.
Hank was in no position to debate. He already lost to Remy at the poker tables. He wasn’t about to lose to Kurt over a buffet.
“Try not to clean them out completely, Kurt,” sighed Hank.
“Vhy not? Zhe casinos clean people out of zheir savings. Vhy can’t I clean zhem out of zheir pantry?”
“If that’s your goal, at least leave an overly generous tip.”
“I’ll send a personal check to zhe chefs if I have to!” affirmed Kurt.
Hank shook his head and laughed as he left the buffet. Kurt had already heard every possible joke about his hyperactive metabolism and the appetite that came with it. He couldn’t be faulted for taking advantage of a buffet while on vacation. If Amanda were here, she would chide him for getting overly creative with his food. Kurt had stacked two whole plates to the brim. He packed it in so tight that he had to balance them so he wouldn’t drop it. All the while he kept ignoring the looks he was getting. This time he was pretty sure it wasn’t because of his appearance. It was quite a work of art, packing in so much food.
‘Zhis should be enough. At least until zhe dinner buffet opens!’
The German mutant eagerly navigated through the buffet towards the tables where Hank was already sitting. Then as he stepped out from the buffet line, neatly dressed man nearly knocked him flat on his back as he ran by him. Were it not for Kurt’s nimble agility, he would have dropped both plates of food.
“Whoa! Zhat vas close!” Kurt exclaimed.
“Watch it, freak! I’m in a hurry!” said the man, who barely looked at him and kept running.
“Apology accepted,” groaned the German mutant as he re-balanced himself.
It was a pretty rude gesture, even for a place known as Sin City. It took him a moment to make sure all the food he meticulously assembled was still in place. Once he was sure both plates were balanced, he looked towards where the man was running.
“At least he didn’t cry out for a lynch mob,” sighed the German mutant.
He was about to brush him aside and turn his attention back to his food. Then noticed the man stop and meet with a woman that was remarkably overdressed for a place like Las Vegas. She had a full body coat, a hat, and sunglasses. However, Kurt could still make out her red hair and distinct facial complexion. Once he recognized her, he quickly lost his appetite.
“Siryn?!” he gasped.
Setting his plates aside at a random table he walked around the buffet to get a closer look. Sure enough it was Siryn, the daughter of Black Tom Cassidy. The man who nearly ran him over looked really nervous in her presence. It was hard to tell, but the situation was tense enough for her to grab the man by the collar and give him a menacing glare. Having been involved in one too many of Siryn and Black Tom’s affairs, Kurt’s curiosity grew.
‘It doesn’t look like she’s here for zhe buffet and shows. Zhat can only mean she’s here on business. If her dear old father is making deals again, it’s only a matter of time before people start dying.’
Kurt looked back towards Mr. McCoy, who was already eating his lunch. Logan and Remy weren’t done at the poker tables yet. They weren’t due to meet up with the others for another hour or so. He was tempted to call for back-up, but this was personal. Vacation or no vacation, he couldn’t brush this aside.
‘Sorry, mien friends. Go on and enjoy your vacation. I have unfinished business to tend to.’
I have high hopes for this very special one-shot of the X-men Supreme fanfiction series. Depending on how it turns out, I may write more as the series unfolds and grows. But as always, the success of this one-shot and that of this fanfiction series as a whole rests on whether my readers enjoy it. So as always, I strongly encourage everyone to take the time to review this and future issues. Either post them on the comments section or contact me directly. Either way is fine. Thank you very much and I hope X-men fans and Marvel fans of all stripes enjoy what I have planned for this fanfiction series! Until next time, take care and best wishes! Excelsior!
Jack
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