Looking back at this issue, it reminds me a lot of 52 (which I reread recnetly,
and very much enjoyed all the non-Geoff Johns-y bits of). That was a series written by a bunch of people with very distinctive creative voices that somehow
(well, Keith Giffen doing backgrounds through the whole series helped, but) meshed into a cohesive whole. LNH v2 #50 was similar.
I know there were some
bits that were attributed to other people in previous discussions I'm pretty sure I wrote... but there are also some bits where I have no idea who wrote them.
I feel like we did a good job all building on each other's strengths as writers; I know working with Rob and Saxon really helped me level up.
I know the epilogue scenes were me and Drew. Those were written at the end of 2014, coming off the high of the Gillen/McKelvie Young Avengers ending (a series
that played a huge role in me realizing I was queer). That's where the whole anniversary party aspect came from.
Someday I really have to address Time Crapper IV getting married to Betamax in
the future (a Doctor Who-inspired bit, of course). Maybe after I tackle a few of
the other loose ends that I have floating around.
"This was supposed to celebrate everything that was great about the LNH so we could go forward into a new era. Instead, it just about destroyed us."--that line was of course me putting in my feelings about the writing process. In the
end, though, this story really did set up a new era, with lots of stuff that played out in narratively rewarding ways-- the return of Halls and Cliche, Toony's definitively drawing a line under his life as a net.hero, and especially
Captain LNH and expanding the overall mythology of Vector.
We were able to make the best of the frustrating circumstances behind this issue, because it meant that LNH would have to leave behind a lot of its past stock elements and find new stories, and by the end we were already starting to
build them.
It really laid the seeds for the current core LNH which is always
dynamic and evolving, like the Claremont X-Men in its prime. I'm very proud of
this issue in the end, where it landed thematically and emotionally and what it
did for the LNH.
And I get a big smile out of seeing the credits list at the end.
Oh, and "Jump" by Kriss Kross was an in joke on my part--it was the number one
hit the week the first LNH post was made.
And we reach the conclusion (I mean, sure, I could probably split this into two more issues, but I'm not going to do that).
But is there
something else this story could use? Perhaps something long forgotten from like the beginning of the story? Something that could return? Like maybe a -- GIGANTIC HELPING OF TACO SALAD CHEESECAKE!!!!? What? You don't want that!?
Well, too bad, bub, because that's what you're going to get!
The elevator went ding! The business end of Master Blaster's BIGGUN poked out, followed by the man himself.
"It matters not," said Irony Man. "We must find Kid Kirby and tender
to him the antidote to the Dorf virus."
--LNH-- --LNH-- --LNH--
"Hmmm," said Doctor Stomper. "I feel as if I've forgotten
something."
"Danger is yet afoot," said Irony Man. "The Dorfish virus has
spread, and not one is safe. Wherever we go, we may run into--"
A groan issued into the corridor.
"Who--" YNHMHELad spun in place. "Where's that coming from?"
ARAK frowned. "Something is making my right eye water." He turned, slowly, staring forward and concentrating on the edge of vision, walking
at an angle and groping at the wall until his hand came in contact with
a doorframe. "Got you!"
"A perception filter -- several, more than likely," said Irony Man,
who opened the door and stepped within.
"What are you guys talking about?" said Master Blaster, facing the opposite direction. ARAK sighed and guided him into the room.
"I may be able to awaken him, then talk him down," said Irony Man.
"But it would require solitude."
"Oh?" Anal-Rententive Archive Kid raised an eyebrow.
"He is my Secret Keeper."
"Ah!" ARAK nodded, YNHMHELad's face lit with understanding, and
Master Blaster grumbled. The Mysterious Secret and the Secret Keeper
were ancient net.hero traditions passed down through Ages past. They
could not be contravened, unless you thought you were Alan Moore or something.
"But-- but you were *instrumental* to our cause! You provided the mindscan that allowed me to emulate Toony Stork's emotions and
memories!"
"Indeed. If I had not, you would have taken it yourselves, and left behind a substance remarkably similar to scrambled eggs. By preventing
that, I acquired an ally in this timeline. As to your cause, it did not matter. The history books say the Legion stopped you, though not how."
"The Dorfs have schismed, broken into factions of which you and your companions are but one. An ideological civil war. By resurrecting the Prophet, you hoped to prove the rightness of your cause.
In a battle
like this, a few individuals can make the difference. And a Dorf who
knows what it is like to be human..."
"Damn you! DAMN YOU!" Flecks of foam flew from his mouth, and his cheeks were red with rage. "Do you know how painful it was to see
through his eyes!?"
"Yes. I do."
And Reg Hfffgrktt vanished in a pale blue flash.
Cynical Lass, Poignant Death Lass, and Painful Pun Person picked
their way down a dank corridor, wind whispering between the rough-cut
stones. Flickering torches lit their way, and somewhere, far off, was
the sound of dripping water.
"This is the same building where Multi-Tasking Man uses the waste
heat from the pocket cyclotron to make coffee, right?" said Cynical
Lass.
Suddenly, a cloud of blue and red sparkles zoomed through the air
with a humanoid figure half-visible inside, giggling in glee.
Poignant Death Lass squinted. "Was that Kid--"
Even more suddenly, there was a loud ding! and the elevator doors
they hadn't noticed opened, and Doctor Stomper stepped out.
"Doctor Sto--"
The most suddenly of all, Masterplan Lad, WikiBoy and Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr. ran past, shouting and pointing at the sparkly cloud, and Doctor Stomper turned and ran after them.
"..."
Painful Pun Person pointed. "Chase that race!" And they ran after.
Toony Stork could feel something choking the life out of him.
"Your right hand appears to be an alien shapeshifter. Your left hand
is some virtual reality construct that doesn't really exist. Your right
leg is robot duplicate of your leg. Your left leg is a prophecy from
the future about your left leg. And your buttocks appear to be from an alternate Looniverse (Earth-Millar) where every single member of the LNH
is a complete asshole." Dr. Stomper took a deep breath. "And your brain
-- well, appears to be divided three ways. One part is a clone brain
that seems to be controlled by an evil government conspiracy. The second
part is controlled by some body jumping supervillain (Dr. What-Me- Acting-Strange). And the last part is being controlled by you.
It's like
your entire body is a composite of comic book tropes that Tom Russell
doesn't like."
"So, what's this mean?" said Irony Man with an uneasy expression on
his face.
Dr. Stomper took off his glasses and wiped them with his labcoat.
"It means Tom Russell probably won't like this story when he reads it."
Dr. Stomper nodded. "Yes, I think if we download your good brain
energy and install that into a cloned body of yourself -- that should do
the trick. We'll have to install it into a teenage version of yourself though. Anything older and there'd be problems."
"Me a teenager again? I guess I can live with that."
"Oooh. Dibs on calling you Teeny Toony," said Catalyst Lass with a wink.
"Having a nice dream?"
"Well, it was better than being awake." Toony took the coffee and
began to sip it.
Hmm, thought Taco Salad Cheesecake, no one seem to care what Taco
Salad Cheesecake thinking. Once Taco Salad Cheesecake a vital part of
issue #50, but now everyone forget Taco Salad Cheesecake. This make Taco Salad Cheesecake sad. Very sad.
And the Taco Salad Cheesecake began to focus on its shape. And feet began to sprout out of Taco Salad Cheesecake. And those feet lifted Taco Salad Cheesecake up and helped him leap towards the ground.
Cheesecake Eater Lad walked over to the hole and saw the Taco Salad Cheesecake eating his way through the basement floor too. And the
various sub-sub-basements beneath the basement.
Cheesecake Eater Lad sighed and put down his plastic containers.
"Note to self: Never ever *ever* make Taco Salad Cheesecake again."
"..." Jarrek stared at the figure. A goddamned ruse. Looks like the Legion was a little less incompetent than they'd figured. He spun around
and faced his troops. "Well guess what!"
"WE KNOW ALREADY!" they shouted in unison, then ran in a
disorganized scrum to the transporter room.
"Kid Enthusiastic!" shouted Doctor Stomper, waving his hands at the flying transfigured boy. "We need you to stop for a minute so we can
derive the cure for the Dorf virus from your blood!"
"Okay, you can do that!" Kid E shouted back.
"Oh, excel--"
"Once you catch me! WHEEEEEEE!" He rose up in a cloud of sparkles.
"If only there were some way to attack him from above!" said
Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr.
shompshompshompshompCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMP! Suddenly, a great hole appeared in the ceiling, and through it fell the Taco Salad Cheesecake
-- right on Kid Enthusiastic's head!
Anal-Retentive Archive Kid II called out, "Wikiboy, you're a rocket launcher that fires psychic-energy-seeking impact-softening gel-
spheres!"
"What!?" Wikiboy poofed into his new form, and Cynical Lass,
standing next to him, grabbed him and fired from the shoulder.
Bad Judgment Boy was strapped into the next medi-bed over, partially
so that the Urple Ray treatments could do their work, partially because, well, Bad Judgment Boy.
The door opened. Cynical Lass tensed up, but it was only Irony Man, Master Blaster, and You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad. Doctor
Stomper went over, and they talked in quiet tones; they had not been
able to gain access to Kid Kirby's lab.
"Zzzzzz," said Kid Enthusiastic sleepingly.
And then Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr.'s eyes widened, "Guys!" he said.
"The Dorfs! They're-- they're--" And then his body twisted! The change
was upon him!
His bones were sore, his head was ringing, and he had "The
Sun" stuck in his head, which was especially annoying for him because he
was an astrophysicist and it was innacurate. The sun was NOT in fact a
mass of incandescent gas. (Later They Might Be Giants issued a
retraction song about how the sun was a miasma of incandescent plasma,
but it wasn't as catchy.)
Time
flies like an arrow, as the old saying went. Fruit flies like a banana.
Of course, he'd faced time flies before, and in his experience they'd
eat just about anything. He wasn't eager to do so again.
He had his share of loose ends to be taken care
of. Like Dev-Null... No, maybe it was better if he left that particular
loose end untied. He still felt badly about how that had all ended. If only... No, he reflected as he dodged a Dorf bolt, this was probably not
a good time to be thinking about his romantic problems.
The status of any given Dorf emperor was tenuous at best. Actually
getting their subjects to respect them was out of the question, and
getting them to fear them was extremely difficult, so the best bet was
to make sure the rest of the Dorf hated any potential competitors more
than whoever was in charge.
"Well, that sure was helpful," muttered Seyfert to himself, then realized Unixepoch could hear it anyway. Of course, the being could hear
his deepest thoughts, so there was no point in trying to hide them.
"No, no. You don't understand," said Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr. as the brain portion of his head began to rapidly expand like an out-of-control balloon. "There's a Dorf warship hovering over Net.ropolis as we speak.
Right at this moment a Dorfian Soldier has her hand on a button and
she's ready to push it. When she pushes the button, the warship's cannon
will utterly annihilate the entire city of Net.ropolis. Everything will
be gone. The LNHHQ. Everything in the city. It will be the end of
everything. The end of the LNH."
He paused a bit after this with a cold
expression on his face as he looked at Cynical Lass. His head continued
to expand. "It's all okay. Everything is..."
"Stop! Stop it!" said Cynical Lass, ready to blast the hell out of whatever Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr. had changed into. "You really don't want
to use that word! I mean it!! Don't use it!!!"
"It's going to be-- umm... Calm down, Cynical Lass.
"Yes," said Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr. whose brain was continuing to
grow. "Every Dorf in every galaxy. I am in them all. In their DNA. I am
them and they are me. I am the Dorfian Over-Mind. And I am Ubiquitous
Boy Lad Jr."
"Then-- we could cure all the Dorfs at once!" said You're-Not- Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad.
Cynical Lass looked at the syringe. "And what happens if you cure a Dorf of being a Dorf?"
There was silence in the infirmary.
Masterplan Lad gazed into the bubbling green liquid. "Do we have the right? A little pinch, push the plunger, and that's it. The Dorfs cease
to exist. Hundreds of millions of people, thousands of generations can
live without fear, in peace, and never even know the word Dorf."
"That, and... pretty much everyone here is still infected. Are you
sure that this destructiveness, this bloodthirstiness -- what if it's
all a bit of martyrDorf?"
Everyone groaned.
"...but she's right," said Masterplan Lad. "This entire time, we've been so *angry* at the Dorfs... but nobody's angrier at the Dorfs than
the Dorfs themselves."
Seyfert stepped into a room crowded with guests, none of whom gave
him more than a glance before turning back to drinks and light
conversation interspersed with heavy petting.
This was hopeless. Anything he could get out of the man's booze-
soaked brain would be mangled beyond recognition by the regret that had
sunk him into this hole. Better to leave him to rot.
...said the part of Seyfert's mind that he never listened to.
"Yeah... yeah, I know." Toony sighed, and turned his half-full glass
over, spilling the amber liquid on the floor. He pressed a concealed
button on the bottom, and as one, the party guests slumped, inert forms
clattering to the floor.
Seyfert looked around. "...they were robots."
"Perfect for being alone in a crowd." Toony pushed himself to his
feet, tossing the glass behind him. "The storyarc reactor should filter
the alcohol out of my system while we fly to the LNHQ."
"And you think you can do it?" Seyfert wasn't sure. This all felt
too easy... but then he saw the look in Toony's eyes. No. Not easy at
all.
"Haven't you read the newspapers? Saving the world's what I'm good
at." Toony shook his head, looking at the discarded glass, lying on the lounge chair. "Seems like the only thing I'm good at, anymore."
"...so what you're saying," said Kid Enthusiastic, in an 'I'm
thinking really hard!' pose,
"And... PLEASE hurry..." said Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr., eyes shifting colors kaleidoscopically. "Or I WILL TEAR YOUR sense of languid ease OFF
AND SPIT IN THE provided spitting receptacle NRRRrrrRRRrrghg..."
"..." Toony fell into a chair. "Of course of course." His shoulders slumped. "Would it also help fight the Dorfs if I was having my genitals electrocuted while I told you?"
Kid Enthusiastic made a face at the mental image. Pulls-Paper-Out- of-Hats Lad scratched the back of his neck. Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr.
gurgled.
Namer Boy raised his hand. "Don't you need the memory sticks to remember all this?"
Toony shook his head. "Before I left, I copied everything back into
my brain. Seemed like the best punishment I could give myself."
He took a drink of water, cleared his throat, and began. "At the
time, there was no big Ame.rec.an net.hero team -- just a lot of free
agents who teamed up once in a while. Net.ropolis had been a hub for
this sort of thing since Boy Lad's day, but the first time most of these people had met was when she sent out a distress call out to every
net.hero in range."
"A hero we all knew and trusted. Malysa El-lenn Aitch. A half-human half-Dorf who was Seyfert's predecessor as Protector of the Looniverse
-- Captain LNH."
"Of course there was a Captain LNH before there was an LNH,"
muttered Master Blaster, dangling his BIGGUN over his shoulder.
"I'm surprised nobody mentioned her when Vel was around," Doctor Stomper noted.
"Yeah, well, don't get ahead of me.
Horrible Name Lad and Poignant Death Lass blinked loudly. "Wait, so there used to be *another* Horrible Name Lad?" PDL said.
"Horrible Name Lad I was actually his name," noted Toony. "A side- effect of his powers."
"I'm a legacy character..." squeed HNL.
"Miss Calico?" said Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad. "I thought Tom
Russell retconned Teenfactor out."
"Well, this was the post-Cry.sig post-Retcon-Hour post-Infinite- Leadership-Crisis post-58.5 post-Beige-Midnight pre-Just-Another-Cascade version of her."
"Oh, I see."
"What?" said Anal-Retentive Archive Kid II, blinking.
The Dorfs had been trying to gain access to our
planetary transreality nexus."
"You mean the one in the LNHQ?" said Kid Enthusiastic, wibbling energetically in his seat. "The mysterious higher-dimensional energy
pattern which, despite the best minds in pseudoscience working on it, we still don't know if it's a living creature that feeds on heroic emotions
or a locus of magic that attracts heroic energy or what?"
"Yes, though at the time, it was the mysterious higher-dimensional energy pattern in the defunct Net.ropolis Hotel Grand."
"Never could understand why they kept trying to keep a hotel open here," said You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad. "It kept going out of business because of weird paranormal happenings, or some net.villain
running a demented scheme out of one of the rooms, or a giant butterfly laying eggs in the honeymoon suite..."
"That's what the fake you said," Cynical Lass noted with a raised eyebrow. "That they'd mind-controlled the August One -- that is,
Occultism Kid -- and had him open the portal."
"What, mind control on the one person best protected from outside influence? Gotta hand it to the Dorfs, they don't lack for ego."
Toony
shook his head. "No. They were opening the portal on Earth because the
thing they needed to open the portal was on Earth -- the Cosmic Plot
Device."
There was a gasp, and Painful Pun Person muttered, "So it really was
a parody of the Avengers movie!"
"Indeed. Jarrek broke into the Net.ional History Museum, guns
blazing, and stole it.
"DUN DUN DUN!"
"Thank you, Bad Judgment Boy.
Miss Calico was trying to explain why she wasn't going
to call herself 'Aero Lass's Future Mother Woman',
"DUN DUN DUNNNNN!"
"Yes thanks you can stop now.
"We fought him with everything we had. Repulsor blasts, mystic fire, old comics, getting things weeks late, focused totality, snobbishness, horrible names, longwindedness, tabulation, convincing everyone to do
the same thing, and whatever Miss Calico's powers were in this version
of history.
"List Lad took him out right after, tripped him up with the original air dates of every episode of Guiding Light."
said... I said I was fine. That I could work through the rage.
That it wouldn't affect my judgment."
The people in the room looked at each other. A glance passed along a thought -- about fogs of rage that clouded one's mind.
"And in that crystal-clear moment, I could see it. This was exactly what Jarrek wanted. The Device could reach as far as the Dorf homeworld,
but it had to find it first. It needed a signal, an identifier. And I
had given it one -- the channeled power of my rage."
"And... and Captain LNH had seen it too. With the power she usually had, she could have blocked a sun. He had taken that, but he hadn't
taken... taken the willpower, the courage that she... she needed to..."
A tear rolled down UBLJr.'s wide face. "Nothing in Dorf society prepared them for that kind of grief. When he got back, they thought we
knew their weakness, called off any plans to invade that way again."
"The memory recording software I use is based on my early
experiments in... in uploading minds. I tried to transfer Captain...
tried to transfer Malysa's mind to an AI, but it... I was in there for
three days without sleep, it wasn't, it was flawed and unstable and it
didn't work..."
"I had
failed her twice, and I failed her once more. I couldn't... couldn't get
rid of what was left of her, so I stored the project with my memory
files. Even when I moved them into the LNHQ. And that's where it was
when wReamicus Maximus stole it -- and used it as the basis for Vector,
the living computer virus."
"What the hell," groaned Master Blaster.
And Toony stared right back. "You're not wrong to hate me. But I bet
I could give you a run for your money. And if killing me would bring her back, I'd say -- do it. But we both know that it won't. So what will you
do with your hate?"
Jarrek's hand opened, and Toony fell to the ground. He ripped his
claws across his own armor and pulled out the Heart of the Prophet. And
he squeezed.
Jarrek screamed, and the Heart screamed with him, and they were
caught up in a great ugly yellow flame of pure rage and were gone.
"These Dorfs - they've seen all this. Their captain is dead. I've
got one chance. My control is fading, but if I can bring them together,
maybe there could be some faction in the endless Dorf wars that could...
that could remember what happened."
"Wait!" said You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad. "You don't have
to do this! There's got to be another way!"
Ubiquitous Boy Lad Jr. shook his enormous head with a smile. "I have to. And besides, if I don't -- this issue will never get posted.
Goodbye, my friends." And with that, he was enveloped in a teleportation beam, lifted away into the Dorf ship.
Catalyst Lass opened the door. "Guys? Did something happen while I
was getting ready for the party?"
A pretty butterfly
landed on Taco Salad Cheesecake's finger. Taco Salad Cheesecake gazed
at the pretty butterfly. "No. Taco Salad Cheesecake needs to figure
things out. Find out what Taco Salad Cheesecake's purpose is. Why Taco
Salad Cheesecake exists. Yes. Taco Salad Cheesecake begins a long
journey today. A long journey of discovery. A long journey in which Taco Salad Cheesecake will hopefully find -- *Taco Salad Cheesecake*!" The
pretty butterfly flew off Taco Salad Cheesecake's finger and fluttered
off into the sunset.
Taco Salad Cheesecake put on its motorcycle helmet and started up
its bike. And then it waved to the LNH and the LNH waved back. And many
in the LNH wondered if this would be the last time Taco Salad Cheesecake
ever actually appeared in an LNH story.
And the LNH looked as the sun sank into the horizon. "Well," said Pulls-Paper-Out-of-Hats Lad, "guess it's time to get the LNH 20th
nniversary Party started!"
"Maybe we should call it the 22st Anniversary Party, considering
when this thing will probably get posted," joked Namer Boy.
And all of the heroes had a hearty laugh at that.
And then they stopped laughing. Because... yeeeeeah.
I was just kind
of hoping we could go one storyline without some big tragedy or dark
secret, but I guess that's not how they do comics anymore. This was
supposed to celebrate everything that was great about the LNH so we
could go forward into a new era. Instead, it just about destroyed us."
"Well," said Catalyst Lass, "that whole thing was hanging over our heads for a long time. We would have had to deal with this someday, one
way or another. Now we can make a clean break and move on."
In later years, the LNH 20th anniversary party became a thing of legend, told by the new generation of net.heroes who were just beginning
to trickle in to the members who followed them to demonstrate their seniority, then repeated with all the additions and distortions one
would expect.
Friendships were made and lost. There were first kisses, pointless
arguments, dance-offs. Most of this will not be related because this
story has gone on for quite long enough.
Kid Enthusiastic skipped out on the party, as
everything he'd been through left him tired enough to need a day-long
nap.
Ultimate
Ninja stood sentinel at the doorway and didn't move an inch, except for charging onto the dancefloor and furiously dancing when "Kung Fu
Fighting" played.
There were other, stranger rumors too. Some spoke of hearing purring and feeling a cat's fur brush up against them, but no one could say who
it was. Others recalled a pale, gaunt figure who complained at length
about the New 52 and berated everyone in hearing for not reading the
comics of Daniel Clowes, then vanished, walking between the shadows at midnight.
Dr. Stomper nodded. "I'm feeling a little sad, though. Just thinking about everyone who's come and gone."
"Such as Captain LNH?"
"I was thinking more about the characters of authors who went away.
As awful as this may sound, in a way, the deaths are easier to deal
with. That way there's some closure. I was thinking of the characters of authors who moved on or dropped off the Net, who never had a chance to
have their stories finished in a satisfying way."
Sing-Along Lass nodded. "It does feel strange not having Rebel Yell
or Lurking Girl here. I still sometimes think that one day they're just
going to walk in and come back like nothing had happened..."
Everyone gasped. The crowd had clustered by the door, staring at the two figures who had just walked in. "Who is it?" said Sing-Along Lass.
"It's... no... it can't be!" said Doctor Stomper.
"Obscure Trivia Lad thought they were gone forever!"
"That's right!" said the figure at the room. "It's us -- Halls
Jordan, the Cosmic Custodian, and Cliche Dude!"
Masterplan Lad shuffled awkwardly as the party roared on around him. The crowd was so large he felt like he could barely breathe. He wanted
to be talking with someone, but he didn't want to start a conversation
with anyone. Where would he even begin? He barely recognized anyone in
this sea of faces around him.
"I'm quite familiar with the tropes of this genre, you know. Hmm. You're right, though. How about... David X. McKenna?"
"Ha! That's pretty clever. Well, I think it's clever, but I'm
getting extremely drunk." She smirked. "You ever drunk before? You have
that fresh-faced cherubic teetotaller look about you."
"...I can't remember, but probably not."
Masterplan Lad stroked his recently-bearded chin. Had she been
trying to flirt with him? It was impossible to tell. She'd have to have
been fairly drunk to find him attractive.
He'd felt that uncomfortable twinge of feeling he
felt -- thankfully intermittently -- around men, women, and especially,
it would seem, gender-indeterminate chaos beings.
"Oh, sorry," he said reflexively.
"Thank you?" said the young man, as if someone apologizing was so
rare to him he couldn't quite believe it had happened.
"That's interesting," he said. "Did you know in advance what kind of truck you were going to turn into?"
"I don't know?"
"I deliberately tried not to picture anything. So your traits beyond
the order that's given you initially -- when you developed needles for
fingers initially, for example -- could be under your control?"
Irony Man II, slipping gingerly around the party, smiled at Halls Jordan's expression of frustration with time travel. It was a fine
ironic smile, one she'd spent her whole life cultivating, but it was
wasted on the party, as she was wearing a mask, and she didn't want
anyone to pay attention to her anyway. Then again, there was a certain satisfying irony to that.
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