“Let us recite the Superhero Creed,” Spandex Man said.
The other superheroes rose and spoke in unison: “Get ’em.” (More)
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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Sockland and Eau du Komatsu. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
“Get ’em?” Bolo Girl asked her friend. This was her first visit to the Church of the Cape and Cowl. “That’s the whole Superhero Creed?”
Ladybug nodded. “We couldn’t agree on the details. Some superheroes’ moral code prohibits them from killing anyone. Instead they put the villains in jail or an asylum and then catch them again when they escape.”
“Sounds like a good job security plan,” Bolo Girl said.
“It is,” Ladybug agreed. “But other superheroes leave dozens of dead bodies in their wake. When we sat down to write our creed, we couldn’t agree on whether we should pledge to arrest them or kill them. So we settled on ‘Get ’em.'”
“Get who?” Bolo Girl asked, shifting her shoulders so her trademark weapon did not hang right over Those, which was both uncomfortable and attracted the wrong kind of attention.
“That’s the other thing we couldn’t agree on,” Ladybug said. “Some of us go after super-villains. Others fight alien invaders. And still others go after any ordinary jerk who is about to push some granny in front of a bus. So we settled on a vague Them, but we shortened it to ’em.”
Spandex Man opened The Canon. “Today’s reading comes from Origin Story, chapter nine, starting at verse five. ‘And he looked across the street as the evildoer threw his parents into the lab, just before it exploded and sprayed radioactive green goo that spattered the young boy. ‘I will avenge them,’ the boy vowed.” Spandex Man closed The Canon and looked out at the congregation. “The word of the Writer.”
“The word of the Writer,” the other superheroes repeated.
Spandex Man steepled his fingers. “Why is the radioactive goo green? Is that image a subtle comment on any particular ideology, or did the Illustrator simply have lots of green ink? And what does this mean for our daily lives? I think there are three major lessons here.”
“Three?” Bolo Girl asked. “Why three?”
Ladybug’s spotted wings ruffled as she shrugged. “I’m usually asleep after two.”