Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Night-Knight: A Sad Story
Tim was not a noteworthy individual. He never jumped the grand canyon. He never designed a skyscraper. Instead, he worked a nine to five job, could fry a mean steak, and was going prematurely bald.
This was merely a cover. What the public did not realize was that Tim had a dark secret. By day he was Tim, man of ordinary upbringing and lowly aspirations. By night, he was Night-Knight, defender of the weak and destitute, champion of the common man, and sidekick to Maid Megaton, greatest heroine of planet Earth.
How could this be? It all began when he was bitten by a dying alien, which granted him absolutely no powers. He was not discouraged by this however, and with intensive training and constant practice he turned his weakling body into a deadly weapon.
But what did he have to gain from his daring heroics? Was it an intense feeling of pride and self worth that came from defending the victimized citizens of Megalopolisville? No, his motivations were far removed from such naive altruistic delusions. What he truly wanted was to impress the lovely Maid Megaton.
Sadly, it wasn't meant to be. She was entirely unimpressed by his dime-store Batman antics. Yet she felt sorry for him, in the way one might feel sorry for a sad puppy or a cat that has just been run over. He was initially dismayed to discover this, but in the end rationalized that it was better than nothing. So he became her loyal sidekick. For a few happy months they traveled the globe, fighting evil and promoting the ideals of truth and justice.
All good things come to an end of course. Tim, aka Night-Knight, was cursed with a fleshy frame that possessed no superhuman attributes. As a result, a single punch from the psychotic super-villain Crazy Elmo was more than enough to disintegrate his body into a cloud of disassociated subatomic particles. He died instantly and his career came to an abrupt end. Maid Megaton was saddened for a bit, but her friends found a new sidekick for her, and Night-Knight was quickly forgotten.
It was a sad story.
This was merely a cover. What the public did not realize was that Tim had a dark secret. By day he was Tim, man of ordinary upbringing and lowly aspirations. By night, he was Night-Knight, defender of the weak and destitute, champion of the common man, and sidekick to Maid Megaton, greatest heroine of planet Earth.
How could this be? It all began when he was bitten by a dying alien, which granted him absolutely no powers. He was not discouraged by this however, and with intensive training and constant practice he turned his weakling body into a deadly weapon.
But what did he have to gain from his daring heroics? Was it an intense feeling of pride and self worth that came from defending the victimized citizens of Megalopolisville? No, his motivations were far removed from such naive altruistic delusions. What he truly wanted was to impress the lovely Maid Megaton.
Sadly, it wasn't meant to be. She was entirely unimpressed by his dime-store Batman antics. Yet she felt sorry for him, in the way one might feel sorry for a sad puppy or a cat that has just been run over. He was initially dismayed to discover this, but in the end rationalized that it was better than nothing. So he became her loyal sidekick. For a few happy months they traveled the globe, fighting evil and promoting the ideals of truth and justice.
All good things come to an end of course. Tim, aka Night-Knight, was cursed with a fleshy frame that possessed no superhuman attributes. As a result, a single punch from the psychotic super-villain Crazy Elmo was more than enough to disintegrate his body into a cloud of disassociated subatomic particles. He died instantly and his career came to an abrupt end. Maid Megaton was saddened for a bit, but her friends found a new sidekick for her, and Night-Knight was quickly forgotten.
It was a sad story.
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