Here we are. That awkward moment when you create a blog and come up with absolutely nothing to write about.
Of course, we all know what should happen. I post one little word and suddenly this blog becomes the most popular thing on Planet Earth (not even including all those other planets who are sure to fall fast for this thing, I assure you). I'll become rich and famous over-night. I'll build a time machine and go back and tell that one lazy Mayan to finish the calender and stop the world from ending. And then I'll become richer and more famous for that too.
But, then again, I'm just a kid.
Or am I?
Well, yes. But maybe I'm some unnamed superhero you've just never heard about. What, you've never read my comic? Shame. Oh, well. Not getting rich and famous off that career. What I should be is a villain, because they often turn out rich, but when my parents let me play with fire and mingle with the likes of Kingpin is probably the day the world goes kapoosh.
Zombie apocalypse or not, so not going to happen.
So for now, imagine me as you like. That anonymous person behind the computer, the stick figure with the Image Not Specified sign for a face. The superhero you've kindly ignored, who has probably saved your butt more than once (that gum you almost sat on that mysteriously disappeared?).
Just whoever.
Welcome to my life, mortals.
...Or, at least, how it should be.
Of course, we all know what should happen. I post one little word and suddenly this blog becomes the most popular thing on Planet Earth (not even including all those other planets who are sure to fall fast for this thing, I assure you). I'll become rich and famous over-night. I'll build a time machine and go back and tell that one lazy Mayan to finish the calender and stop the world from ending. And then I'll become richer and more famous for that too.
But, then again, I'm just a kid.
Or am I?
Well, yes. But maybe I'm some unnamed superhero you've just never heard about. What, you've never read my comic? Shame. Oh, well. Not getting rich and famous off that career. What I should be is a villain, because they often turn out rich, but when my parents let me play with fire and mingle with the likes of Kingpin is probably the day the world goes kapoosh.
Zombie apocalypse or not, so not going to happen.
So for now, imagine me as you like. That anonymous person behind the computer, the stick figure with the Image Not Specified sign for a face. The superhero you've kindly ignored, who has probably saved your butt more than once (that gum you almost sat on that mysteriously disappeared?).
Just whoever.
Welcome to my life, mortals.
...Or, at least, how it should be.
- your most erratic hero
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