About me: The Super TarZan's given name was Lancelot Du Lac. His parents were wealthy philanthropists from the States. One day, on a flight to one of their charitable projects in Zambia and Zimbabwe, there plane developed engine trouble and crashed in the jungle in the Zambezi river valley. The young 6-year old was the only survivor, but he was severely injured. Some native tribesman discovered him and took him to a powerful shaman. He managed to save his life, but the result was he was imbued with the life force and power of the Super TarZan demigod of Power and Strength. As he grew into his teenage years he matured into the legendary defender of the flora and fauna of the jungle, especially those who would poach the resources there.
He was warned by the shaman that his only weakness was the are local mineral, green obsidian. Any restraints made of the substance he could not escape from and the enchanted green obsidian Amulet of Power could force him to obey whoever had enslaved him with it. Additionally, the only article of clothing he wore was the enchanted leopard-skin loincloth, which was never to leave his body, or fall into the possession of another, for power and strength were routed through it.
At the age of 16, though, a group of poachers hearing stories of his legend, shot him with a tranquilizer dart, and bound him in chains of green obsidian, and placed him in a cage made of bars of green obsidian alloy. Taking him to the capital they found that he was actually the lost heir of a great fortune and they turned him over for a huge bounty, He was transported back to the States where he was educated and inherited the fortune. He graduated from college with a Master's degree and taught Mythology, Culture, and Geography at a local Community College. He, though, led a secret double life where he used his power and skills to both help others in need, and to fight his way to the Super-Heavyweight regional title, having never been defeated, standing at an imposing height of 6'6" and 285 pounds.
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I remember when I actually was in my Sarah account that we did one where they had him grab her from his office in a bear hug and then when she gave the report and had the amulet to put it around his neck and couldn't do it so they did and she was chained with him close
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After the class dismissed. A lady with vibrant red hair was sitting in the back row, she had an air of confidence about her, and her piercing green eyes seemed to hold a hint of mischief. This was Pamela Isley, a notorious troublemaker known for her rebellious nature and unconventional approach to academia.
As the professor began discussing the research project, Pamela's interest was piqued. She had always been fascinated by legends and myths, and the idea of exploring the truth behind the Super TarZan demigod intrigued her. She saw this as an opportunity to challenge the traditional academic norms and bring her own unique perspective to the table.
Pamela spoke up, and her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Professor, I have a question regarding the research project. While I understand the importance of uncovering the truth behind legends, I believe it's equally important to explore the cultural significance and symbolism associated with these myths. Would it be possible to incorporate a more holistic approach to our research, delving into the deeper meanings behind the legend of Super TarZan?"
He glanced around the room, smiling slightly, at the enthusiasm they suddenly showed at the announcement that the class had been let out early. He had heard the all of the groans, but actually, it was only a 5-minnute presentation. They probably would not hear all of them on Monday, and those that gave them, and those that were listening would see if there work was on the right track. He had assumed that everyone had left so he unbuttoned much of his button-down shirt and peeled the tail away from his torso, as he prepared to change into his gym clothes before he would head to the Arena ... for the appointment ... at the Octagon that he had later in the day there. He had made it a point to stay for a few minutes ... to see if there there were any last-minute questions. He was surprised, though, when he looked up and sawย a student press forward, a fiery one apparently, had some questions.ย At least she appeared quite interested ... all of a sudden.ย He nodded his head slowly.ย "Although, truth is behind almost every legend, sometimes it is only a kernel, and the real importance lies in how the culture is related to it.ย As long as the truth is identified, aand you can justify your approach feel free.ย I am afraid, though, that I am do at an ... appointment ... at the Arena.ย Contact me if you have further question.ย And remember to have a preliminary presentation ready on Monday.ย He headed for the door.
He was to defend his regional Super-heavyweight MMA title in the Octagon at The Arena, but he did not know it was to be broadcast on Local-Access cable. Not thinking much more about her, he strode quickly to the Arena. It was only a few blocks away. He went through his private entrance into the dressing room, entered, and quickly stripped down until he was only wearing his enchanted leopard-skin loincloth. He waited ... and finally heard his undefeated opponent being called and announced. Then he heard his name being announced, and he sprang up, went out the door and down the corridor before turning onto the walkway that took him down to the Octagon. He entered through the ropes ... his 6'6 285-pound form and looked over at the behemoth challenger and his 6'10 385-pound form. He saw the unbridled over-confidence in his eyes and extended his hands and fingers in a finger-lock challenge of strength, wondering if the huge fighter would be foolish enough to take the challenge with the one who was really the demigod of strength and power. He didn't figure he would have to wait long for his answer. ย
Aย mischievous smile played on her lips as she thanked the professor for his response. She had found a way to infuse her own unique style into the project, and she was determined to make it a memorable one.
He moved single-mindedly and focused ... just as he had when an unfortunate person had run into him on the way to the Octagon. He stared stoically into the huge opponent's eyes, giving no indication of fear, In fact, he could tell by both the body language and the gleam in the eye of is huge challenger that his extreme over-confidence would make him take the bait. Almost as soon as their fingers inter-locked lance used his near-infinite Super-TarZan strength to bend the challenger's hands back against his wrists. As his huge fighting opponent screamed in pain first one knee was forced to the mat and then the second. Once his spasming body was forced into that position Lance delivered a knee to his groin and then one to his jaw. When the huge fighter was trying to recover from those shocking blows Lance released his hands and proceeded to hook one shoulder under the man's shoulder and is thighs stretching his right abs, knowing that the pain alone would quickly drain the huge challenger's strength and endurance.
