When the smoke cleared, DeMonStar and Z-Mage were gone. Demonicuss, Z-Mage, and T-1000 all stood alive and unharmed. Actually, T-1000 wasn't standing. He had fallen on the floor.

"UUHHHOOOFFF!" he oofed. He started to sit up and shake his head, waiting for his vision to clear. "Wha happan?" he mumbled, waiting for his speech pattern to clear.

"T-1000! Are you okay?" Demonicuss rushed to his side to help him up.

"Uh... yeah... where am I? This sure isn't the Rumbles Board..."

"It's the Superman Board. This is the Fortress of Solitude. You know, a replica of it. Not the REAL Fortress of Solitude," Aussie Boy Peter explained, joining his fellow rumblers. He started to brush the dust off of T-1000 with his orange sleeve.

"Whew!" Golden Lion exhaled. "I'm glad that's over!" Then he thought better of it and asked Slick, "...is it over?"

"Umm..." Slick pondered, "...yyyeah. I guess so. These Deletion Guns can remove anything from any board." He held the weapon up for Golden Lion to see it better. "Once it's gone, it's gone. Everyone still remembers it existed, but it's been effectively removed, just like an outspoken intellectual in Orwell's 1984."

"Does that mean you've killed them?" Z-Mage asked as he examined a PokeBall he had dropped.

"No, of course not," Greg Hatcher answered. "They've just been removed. They're probably back in the fictional realm right now, waiting for more Infinites Sagas."

"Good," Demonicuss added. "Let's keep them there."

"But what if they come back?" Z-Mage asked. "They appeared out of nowhere before! They could do it again!"

The posters realized Z-Mage was right. A look of horror emerged on every face.

"Would somebody PLEASE tell me what's going on?" asked T-1000.

"Later!" Demonicuss asserted. "Quick, Greg, drive us all to the NEB! That HAS to be where they were written into existence! If anyone tries to write them back in again, we're all as good as dead! We have to stop them!"

Everyone nodded emphatically in agreement and rushed out to the Mystifying Machine.

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In another part of the Superman Board, which resembled the offices of the Daily Planet, Jack Tango kicked his feet up onto Perry White's desk and watched the whole fiasco on a closed circuit television set.

"This may sound ridiculous," Jack Tango said to himself, "but I feel left out."

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