Chris is gone again, thank goodness. Thought I’d take the peace and quiet during his flight to write.
I’m back at home right now. Al asked if I’d be interested to help with Chris’s mission, something about the Bermuda Triangle, but I rejected the offer. They’ve all been trying to “recruit” me for months. I suspect it’s a ploy. They’re all just trying to become my favorite so they can get discounts at Roundhouse Pizza (as if they don’t get enough free food anyways).
Truth is, I can’t stand Chris. I don’t want to be his point-man because I just KNOW he’ll be more insufferable than he already is. Yeah, we’re friends, but I almost feel like it’s out of obligation. And I am NOT obligated to trudge through nonsensical information and check his emails for him while he’s out on one of his crusades playing hero. Seeing the news footage of him prancing around and flexing to all the ladies makes me sick to my stomach; it all just goes to his head and then he’s really not fun to deal with afterward. Being cousins is enough for me, no need to actually work together.
Most of the Supers are like that, actually. Honestly, I’ve never met a Super that wanted to “go save people” or whatever when they discovered their powers. Usually, their first thought is to spy on their celebrity crush or rob a bank or impress coworkers. That “evil”, self-serving stuff. And frankly, they never really grow out of that. They fight super villains and natural disasters to preserve their own ego, and when they’re not doing that, they’re fighting themselves. Must suck to know how much you can get away with and have to resist that every day. Seems like it would be draining. It’s hard enough for me not to steal a leftover pizza after a long day at work, can’t imagine what the pressure must be like for them.
…Sorry, that wasn’t fair. Not all Supers are self-righteous jerks. And even Chris can be cool sometimes. I mean he did give me the Ferarri that was gifted to him after the Vomero Heist last year (he said he wouldn’t need it since flying impresses women more). Sadly I had to sell it because I couldn’t afford the taxes, but still. They’re not all bad.
Funny story: I spent some time hanging out at GameBusters with the Rock Squad yesterday, and when I trashed Landslide on Street Fighter for the third time, he lost his temper and accidentally punched a sinkhole beneath half of the arcade. Boulder and Titan were able to plug up the hole pretty quickly, but not before nearly $800,000 of arcade cabinets were destroyed from the fall. Had to call in the Psy-chicks and put up perception filters before the cops showed up. Al is helping Landslide find replacements on eBay right now while the arcade owner thinks his business is closed due to sewer line repair. Poor guy, he’s feeling pretty guilty right now.
Annie just sent me a telepathic message, I’ll need to go and respond to that. Kinda stinks that mind contact is only one way: thought communication would be sooo much faster than email.
- Corey
I’m back at home right now. Al asked if I’d be interested to help with Chris’s mission, something about the Bermuda Triangle, but I rejected the offer. They’ve all been trying to “recruit” me for months. I suspect it’s a ploy. They’re all just trying to become my favorite so they can get discounts at Roundhouse Pizza (as if they don’t get enough free food anyways).
Truth is, I can’t stand Chris. I don’t want to be his point-man because I just KNOW he’ll be more insufferable than he already is. Yeah, we’re friends, but I almost feel like it’s out of obligation. And I am NOT obligated to trudge through nonsensical information and check his emails for him while he’s out on one of his crusades playing hero. Seeing the news footage of him prancing around and flexing to all the ladies makes me sick to my stomach; it all just goes to his head and then he’s really not fun to deal with afterward. Being cousins is enough for me, no need to actually work together.
Most of the Supers are like that, actually. Honestly, I’ve never met a Super that wanted to “go save people” or whatever when they discovered their powers. Usually, their first thought is to spy on their celebrity crush or rob a bank or impress coworkers. That “evil”, self-serving stuff. And frankly, they never really grow out of that. They fight super villains and natural disasters to preserve their own ego, and when they’re not doing that, they’re fighting themselves. Must suck to know how much you can get away with and have to resist that every day. Seems like it would be draining. It’s hard enough for me not to steal a leftover pizza after a long day at work, can’t imagine what the pressure must be like for them.
…Sorry, that wasn’t fair. Not all Supers are self-righteous jerks. And even Chris can be cool sometimes. I mean he did give me the Ferarri that was gifted to him after the Vomero Heist last year (he said he wouldn’t need it since flying impresses women more). Sadly I had to sell it because I couldn’t afford the taxes, but still. They’re not all bad.
Funny story: I spent some time hanging out at GameBusters with the Rock Squad yesterday, and when I trashed Landslide on Street Fighter for the third time, he lost his temper and accidentally punched a sinkhole beneath half of the arcade. Boulder and Titan were able to plug up the hole pretty quickly, but not before nearly $800,000 of arcade cabinets were destroyed from the fall. Had to call in the Psy-chicks and put up perception filters before the cops showed up. Al is helping Landslide find replacements on eBay right now while the arcade owner thinks his business is closed due to sewer line repair. Poor guy, he’s feeling pretty guilty right now.
Annie just sent me a telepathic message, I’ll need to go and respond to that. Kinda stinks that mind contact is only one way: thought communication would be sooo much faster than email.
- Corey
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