1) Ten superheros and Primary Power:
Superman- ability to fly
Flash- ability to run super super fast
Wonder Woman- super strength
Aqua man- talks to fish, because none of the other super heroes will talk to him
Green Lantern - makes shit with a ring
Hulk - Roid Rage and invincibility
Wolverine - sharp kitty claws and regeneration
Storm - Makes storms (controls weather)
Mystique - becomes other things
Thor - throws a giant hammer
Fly or be invisible:
I'd rather want to be able to fly, because creeping on people can only be entertaining for so long and you'd save a lot of money on flying. Plus, lets be real… flying gets mad bitches. So lets break down the pros and cons of this situation.
Pros: Mad bitches. No more flying and being cramped between two morbidly obese gentleman. Go anywhere at anytime. Get into places such as concerts and football games. No more walking because if you can fly, why the hell would you walk? Oh, and did i mention you can fly? cause thats about the only pro you really need.
Cons: none, you can fucking fly. So might as well just put the cons for invisibility because there really are no cons for flying. So you can turn invisible and you think to yourself, hey. I can go steal stuff and never be caught!! well guess what? you're wrong. Just because people can't see you, doesn't mean you don't leave a trail. Seeing as how you chose invisibility, I'm just going to go ahead and assume you are not a smart person, so of course you are going to waltz in there. Butt naked, because your clothes don't turn invisible, and leave your finger and foot prints everywhere. Now they can easily trace the robbery back to you, you get arrested, you go to jail, and now you have to worry about dropping the soap to save your sanity.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
50 word stories
When I came to, I was alone in a pitch black room. It was
dead quiet. I screamed out for help. Not a sound escaped my lips. I yelled for
what felt like hours. I felt completely alone. Then I felt a warm breath on the
back of my neck
“what happened?” he muttered. A second ago he could feel the
wind on his face, and his heartbeat reverberating through his body as he
drunkingly sped through the night. But now he looks down on the crumpled pile
of metal where his body now lays, contorted and distorted beyond recognition.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
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