… almost the width of Gatting
On a hot Brisbane afternoon, the heroes returned to the sad defences of Scarlett Witch Bailey’s avengers, refugees from the failed battle of Adelaide some days earlier. They lacked Superman*, who has been busy pissing off Shane Warne (much to the mirth of every West Australian), but they had regrouped with Captain Pup Marvel, Hulk Warner and Iron Man Wade. For some reason, they also retained the questionable resources of Ant Man X (in an attempt to shed his Village People image, Henriques also tried to join the gang, but we are as yet unsure whether or not we have a place for Construction Worker Man whose super power is boogeying).
And so they assembled, proud with their weapons glistening in the Queensland sun. Captain Pup Marvel smiled the smile of the all knowing, for good must always triumph over evil. Stan Lee said so. So did JRR Tolkien. But, sadly, neither Lee or Tolkien created, or dared even dream of, a foe so wiley, so evil so … damn good as that which our heroes faced this day.
Known only as Kulasekara – for he needs no embellishment – his super power is inswing. Artists refused to draw; writers refused to wield their pen as never before had comics depicted such destruction, such slaughter of heroes. Gods were brought to their knees, children wept, women fainted and I … well, I cursed pretty bloody loudly as the bloodshed occurred before my very eyes.
And so it was over and yet, it is not over for two more battles loom upon us. Until we meet again Kulasekara …
In the meantime, I must teach Pup my evil genius laugh. I think it may be the only thing that can help this lot.