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"--acting on their own is one thing, but if they start getting together--"
"--unidentified attacker shot down a passenger plane over--"
"--only knows how many people woulda died if Superman wasn't--"
"--pursued the metahuman knows as 'The Flash' out into--"
"--worried? One can bench-press the whole damn continent, the other can outrun--"
"--issued a statement saying that operatives of SHIELD are taking the assailant into--"
"--very seriously consider the implication of the impact a metahuman faction would have on the international--"
"--wanna act together to keep the world safe, I say more power to 'em! The world could use more--"
"--jumping to conclusions; there's nothing to indicate this was anything more than an isolated--"
"Nnnngh....." I let out a pained grunt as the world starts to come back into focus. For a while, everything was a cold, dark blur. Now everything's a warm, bright blur. I guess that's an improvement. Pain still shoots up and down my body, which actually gives me some confidence. It means I'm still alive.
The last thing I remember, the Surfer was trying to blast a hole through my head. Whatever that stuff was about 'Zenn-La' and 'Galactus' that Reed Richards was banking on, it didn't seem to affect the Surfer at all. I'm going to have to have a word with him about the veracity of his information-- I don't know if I was actually about to die there, but I'd rather not take another gamble like that.
I sit up and rub my eyes, blink a few times....and see a man pointing a gun in my face.
"Superman! Stand down!" he demands. He'd decked out in military gear, holding a rifle that looks years ahead of what the average Army grunt carries. The eagle logo on his tactical vest gives away his affiliation to SHIELD-- but I suppose the giant flying battleship touched down about a hundred yards away would do the trick as well. "This area is now under SHIELD jurisdiction!"
Looking around, I see a dozen operatives forming a circle around me, rifles at the ready. Another ring of soldiers isn't far off, surrounding the Flash, and a third surrounding.....someone. By all appearances an average adult caucasian male, but then again, I usually pass off for 'average' too. It must be who the Surfer is underneath all that chrome.
I stand up, and as I do, I hear a chorus of clicks and clacks as the soldiers train their rifles on me.
"I....I said stand down!" the SHIELD agent shouts as I stretch and rub my sore muscles, trying to get some feeling back into them. "Y-...you are under investigation for unauthorized metahuman activity, and will be brought in for questioning! Now.....now stand down, or......or--"
I don't say "or what?," but the look I give him sure as hell does. Turning my back to him, I walk towards the Flash, the soldiers parting for me. I'd like to think I wouldn't have shoved them aside if they didn't, but nearly having your head taken off and then waking up to someone else making threats would make anyone annoyed.
I focus my vision, seeing past the next row of soldiers and giving the Flash's prone form a cursory scan. I try not to abuse my abilities when I can avoid it, chief among them my 'X-ray vision'-- it can easily lead to breaches of people's privacy, to put it lightly--so I avoid looking at her face or, well, anywhere else I shouldn't be looking as my vision sifts past the material of her costume and I start to check for injuries. Nothing major, no internal injuries as far as I can tell. Some broken bones, which already seem to be knitting themselves back together. From what I can tell, she'll be fine in no time, as long as the SHIELD agents don't do anything stupid.
"How about instead of pointing your guns at her," I call out to them as I approach, "You give her a round of applause instead? Considering she just saved the world and all."
As the ring of soldiers nervously part, I kneel down to the Flash and see if she's regaining consciousness.
"You going to be all right?"
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We really didn't.
Kids these days will never know the struggle. Like having to wait until your pictures came back from Kodak to know if they were any good. Or missing an episode of your favorite show and just having to wait for the next time it airs, and who knows when that would be. Or realizing you've already played all the good games at Blockbuster. Or trying to watch the scrambled pay-per-view channels to see a distorted and fuzzy image of boobs for half a second and having to just make that work.
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Google Hangout? Gawd, such a millennial. Don't you know generation z's all about the FaceTime now?
Damn kids with their Snap-chats and their Drake music and their Tide pods. Back in my day, your internet access depended entirely on whether or not someone was using the phone, and we liked it that way, dammit!
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You were the Nightclub Comedian in Blackenstein? I'm your biggest fan!
....well, now I have to see this movie. In fact, once I track it down, we're doing a Google Hangout and we're all watching this movie.
Well, there's also the issue of time. I've got a full-time job, a circle of friends whom I try to make time for, a side career (well, at this point just a hobby) as a semi-professional actor, and about a dozen other interests and hobbies vying for my attention. If I'm going to start carving chunks of my days out for a dedicated project, it either needs to be something I know will be profitable or enough of a passion-project that I don't care if it bombs. And as much as I love reading comics and writing fanfiction, I really don't have a whole lot of inclination to sink that much time and effort into a medium whose audience has already shriveled to a fraction of what it used to be.
Eh, I've been kicking around some webcomic ideas for if/when I manage to link up with someone who can draw worth a damn. Might see if I can make somethin' happen.
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Why is it that you haven't published a comic?
Because I'm lazy and too much of a coward to submit my work to the critical public, so I stay here in my comfort-zone where I can get cheap dopamine hits from the occasional Like or Thank.
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First UDC crossover event. Black Mask had distracted Batman with bombs planted all over the city that would blow in 24 hours. The Joker decided to use the crisis to promote anarchy and chaos with everyone coming to Robinson Park to burn money. Two Green Lanterns, The Question, Talon, The Teen Titans, and a few others decided to show up. It was a mess and a lesson of "just because you can doesn't mean you should".
It should be noted that when the Joker said "everyone," the implication was "the nameless rabble of NPC civilians that the Joker was starting to influence into doing increasingly chaotic things," and that it would simply be a one-off post to further that story arc while Batman was doing other stuff. Somehow it became a completely overblown battle royale and I ended up scrapping the Joker's plans altogether.
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