They are ordinary men in extraordinary costumes.
We are extraordinary people in ordinary costumes.
This mantra is continuously repeated to me during the time I have spent with The League of Super Villains, a group so exclusive and so powerful that for centuries their existence has been but rumor.
Forget what you've heard, what you've read and what you've seen. These are not your comic's villains. These people, are much, much more terrifying.
I'm still not sure how or why I was granted access to their ranks. With the resurgence of the Real-Life Superhero Movement, headed by Seattle's Phoenix Jones, I suppose there must have been some desire to tell the other side of the story. I know I wanted to hear the other side.
And then I got the phone call.
I wasflown by private jet bussed to an undisclosed location. It was hard to judge how long I was on the road, because I fell asleep rather quickly after the glass of wine they gave me. Odd, because wine never affects me in that way. The taste, though, was delightful.
They did me the courtesy of carrying me into their headquarters rather than wake me from their nap. This caused me to miss not only the way to get to their lair, but also the chance to identify the location from any of the surrounding topography. I assume I was either deeply underground in Arizona, or in one of the top floors of a skyscraper in north Jersey.
We are extraordinary people in ordinary costumes.
This mantra is continuously repeated to me during the time I have spent with The League of Super Villains, a group so exclusive and so powerful that for centuries their existence has been but rumor.
Forget what you've heard, what you've read and what you've seen. These are not your comic's villains. These people, are much, much more terrifying.
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I'm still not sure how or why I was granted access to their ranks. With the resurgence of the Real-Life Superhero Movement, headed by Seattle's Phoenix Jones, I suppose there must have been some desire to tell the other side of the story. I know I wanted to hear the other side.
And then I got the phone call.
I was
They did me the courtesy of carrying me into their headquarters rather than wake me from their nap. This caused me to miss not only the way to get to their lair, but also the chance to identify the location from any of the surrounding topography. I assume I was either deeply underground in Arizona, or in one of the top floors of a skyscraper in north Jersey.
