Vultureman; Taster of Poultry
Warp gas had been used in Plun-Darrian warfare since before Jaga was a cub. It's lethal toxicity was legendary. Brief exposure to the gas causes violent behavioral abnormalities. Excessive inhalation of the gas would result in permanent neurological damage, liquid lung and of course, death. Because of its devastating effects and the excessive extent to which the mutant armies had used it, Warp Gas had been banned from military use by the Interstellar Council altogether, but that never stopped the Plun-Darrian military from manufacturing it one way or another.
Vultureman, a mutant who prided himself as a bird with vision, saw further potential in the use of warp gas and sought to improve it. He had spent weeks laboring in his dark, dingy lab with no food and little sleep, experimenting with its chemical compounds. Should his calculations prove correct, the end result would be an incredibly potent strain of warp gas whose effects on the brain would be long-lasting; maybe irreversible.
But Vultureman did not settle for just that. He invented a strain of warp gas that could send the strongest willed Thundercat on a mindless, cannibalistic rage against his fellow Thundercat. Thus he had named it cannibal gas.
"I have it!" Vultureman held a grenade towards the ceiling in triumph, choking out a crazed laugh. "This will be the secret weapon that annihilates the Thundercats for once and for all!"
Two mice crawled out of a hole in the wall and scurried over his talons. Vultureman squawked, startled. "Awk! Test subjects…" Snickering, he wrapped a cloth over his beak, making sure to cover his nostrils, held the grenade towards the mice and held the release button.
A tiny red cloud engulfed the rodents. They hacked their lungs out for a moment or two. The first to catch his breath took one look at his fellow rodent and pounced. The gas had turned them rabid on each other. They became driven by a mad hunger, locked in a battle of claw and teeth.
Vultureman laughed as the rodents squeaked with pain and fury, biting huge chunks of each other's flesh out. Within seconds they fell to the floor in bloody, half eaten mess.
"Success!" Vultureman declared. "Lion-O will never see this coming! Not even the Sword of Omens will snap him out of the hysteria!"
He opened a window and waited a moment for the air to clear before removing the towel. Pleased with his work, Vultureman set the grenade on the last notch of a stand placed on his work table. "Tomorrow, they will choke on a full dose. In the meantime…" Vultureman grabbed a large toolbox from under the table. "Awk- The flying machine could use a tune up."
He was about to head for the hanger when a peculiar smell started to drift through the air. He instinctively dropped the toolbox and began to search for the source of the smell. He raced over to the table and began to inspect each warp gas capsules. To his horror, the grenade containing his latest experiment had been corroded through from the inside. The cannibal gas, or at least certain components of it had already begun to leak through.
Vultureman snatched it off the stand and quickly began to look around for anywhere he could contain the substance safely. "Can't inhale! Must find airtight container…" He said inwardly, trying to keep his beak shut and nostrils covered.
He heard a pop and the grenade exploded in his hand (as many of his inventions and experiments often did), spraying him with the noxious stuff.
Vultureman chucked the grenade out the window. Hacking violently, he collapsed on the windowsill, desperate to take a breath of fresh air. His lungs felt as if they had burst into flames every time he dried to inhale. Every nerve ending on his skin that the gas had touched swelled with fiery pain. His brown cheeks turned black and sickly pale flesh turned beat red as he coughed.
Then came the violent urge to vomit. Vultureman lurched out the window and heaved.
"N'ahh! What the fuck!" A jackal trooper on guard duty below cried as he was showered in Vultureman's vile, smelly stomach juices.
"CAW! Look out bel-" Vultureman couldn't even finish his sentence before the second wave of vomit escaped his gullet.
Just when Vultureman thought he had nothing left to puke up but his bones, his stomach settled. He fell to floor on his knees, exhausted and clutching his stomach.
"Awk! So..so painful…Somebody please kill me!" He begged, nearly in tears. Yes, he was in terrible agony. Every organ in his body burned. His stinging eyes watered and he still tasted the vomit, but at least he could breath well enough to express the horrible, screaming pain in words.
He wiped his beak with a shaky hand. His yellow eyes bulged open. An enticing smell graced his senses. Curious and desperate to get the taste of vomit off his tongue, he licked his forearm. "By the pits…I'm delicious!"
"Nyeh he he! Vultureman! What's going on up here?" Jackalman barged through the workshop door, scowling. Jackalman stopped to sniff the air. "Hu…something smells good."
Normally Vultureman would have told the sniveling cur to get lost (followed by a threat on his furry hide), but he needed someone to confirm his discovery. He used what little strength he had to crawl towards Jackalman, extending his forearm. "Come here and taste me, scavenger! I'm delicious!"
Disturbed by the buzzard's request, Jackalman backed away towards the door. He laughed nervously. "W-what…?"
"Just one lick!" Vultureman urged.
"It happened" Jackalman stated inwardly. "He's finally flown the coo coo's nest." He took one look at the obviously injured and mentally unsound bird and raced out the door, desperate to get as far away as mutantly possible.
"Don't go!" Vultureman begged. "Get back here and TASTE ME!" Suddenly he felt very light headed. The interior of his lab began to swirl around his head in a blur until everything went black. Vultureman collapsed to the floor with the delicious taste of his own flesh still on his tongue.
A/n: What other side effects could there possible be to Vultureman's cannibal gas, I wonder I wonder. Just to be clear, this is meant to be a short weird and comedic story inspired by the Invader Zim episode "Gaz; Taster of Pork" (this is NOT a crossover. I don't think a Thundercats/ Invader Zim cross over is even possible). If you have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, go on you tube or something and watch the episode.