How? No one remembers. The truth has been lost to the mists of last year. All that's left is chaos and lawlessness. Warlords rule over this fractured land; brutalizing their subjects and stealing their wi-fi, and using it to troll online forums anonymously.
I'm the only one who can stop them, and soon they'll face my flying sawblade...my Justice Blade.
I step on the central feet clamps, once again marveling at the technology that allows the blade to spin while I face forward. This was humanity's greatest achievement, before the fall. It's the only one of it's kind. I can only hope I carry on the legacy of its creator Dr. Scienceman.
The blade rises in the air, and I launch off into the night sky. Along the way I chop down the overgrown grass in ditches of the old, unused highway. I know this will help local farmers prepare for winter. For good measure I knock down several telephone poles, just because.
I approach the castle of General Villain, crashing through the window.
"Justice Blade," says General Villain, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"You killed my partner," I say, because he killed my partner.
"That was last week man," Villain says. "You're still all bent out of shape over it?"
I really wasn't. My partner was kind of a jerk, and always made fun of my whistle collection.
"I'll never forgive you."
I probably would have, for some cash. Until then, I'm outraged.
"You'll pay for your crimes," I say.
"Fine," Villain says. "Would you accept prepaid gift cards?"
I would.
And as I fly away into the night, sorting through the cards, I can't help but think that justice has been served; and that I could totally make it to Taco John's before they close...get me a chalupa.
"You'll pay for your crimes," I say.
"Fine," Villain says. "Would you accept prepaid gift cards?"
I would.
And as I fly away into the night, sorting through the cards, I can't help but think that justice has been served; and that I could totally make it to Taco John's before they close...get me a chalupa.
I. Am. Justice Blade...and I am hungry...for justice...and chalupas.
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