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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
Bio
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
I am very much concerned for these bank robbers. We've got a couple of super-roided up goons, but like...
We have:
A Kryptonian Hybrid A Green Lantern A girl blessed by the Mayan Gods The daughter of the Mistress of Magic A Blue Beetle The guy who can warp your insides so they're your outsides
And then the rest of us who while formidable aren't quite the same power scale as the above.
I hope the Gym Gorrilas have back up.
A kryptonian hybrid who has depowered himself A Green Lantern who struggles to maintain the concentration required to hold constructs Daughter of the Mistress of Magic with very little practical understanding of her own capabilities or how her magic actually works Likewise the deal with the girl who can bless the rains down in Gua-te-mala A Blue Beetle who minutes ago blasted a hole in his own bedroom wall from lack of control The guy who controls space who accidentally stepped out of his fridge...
I'm more scared of my teammates than our opponents. And not in a cocky, confident way. There's legitimate cause to be scared. Even when they just beat the shit out of a guy with 25th Century tech which includes a force field, power suit and LoSH flight ring.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>
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