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The base base body for this was initially made by Jerdfigs well over a year ago. It became a running gag for us that the figure would never be completed. I finally got the base figure from Jared this summer, and I just now finished him up. The majority of the sculpting was done by myself. The gravity hammer was made from cut up Lego and procreate. There are about seven or eight steel suspension bridges on the Everest Base Camp trek. Come to think of it that would surely lead to a cardiac arrest. There is no other way to cross the river except walk on these swaying bridges as the river rumbles beneath. Duct Tape Gag. A man in a trench coat walks slowly out of his apartment.

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The base base body for this was initially made by Jerdfigs well over a year ago. It became a running gag for us that the figure would never be completed. I finally got the base figure from Jared this summer, and I just now finished him up. The majority of the sculpting was done by myself.

The gravity hammer was made from cut up Lego and procreate. There are about seven or eight steel suspension bridges on the Everest Base Camp trek. Come to think of it that would surely lead to a cardiac arrest.

There is no other way to cross the river except walk on these swaying bridges as the river rumbles beneath. Duct Tape Gag. A man in a trench coat walks slowly out of his apartment. He takes a few steps, bends down, and in an instant, faster than a speeding bullet, he zooms into the air. He reaches the clouds, and at super sonic speeds, he flies through the air. He is taking in the beautiful city of metropolis when suddenly he hears a faint scream in the distance.

He zooms to the location he heard the scream. When he reaches his destination, he sees an abandoned queen industries building. He uses his X-ray vision and sees ten men holding a woman hostage. He then flies straight through the brick wall. He hears the man's heart beat moving faster and faster as he screams at the sight of a man with glowing eyes.

Superman flies at the thug, and throws him into a wall. He walks slowly towards the One with the gun, red heat forming in his eyes. The thug shoots him with an automatic weapon. He then is horrified to see that it didn't leave a mark on Superman, only ripped his clothes. Superman lifts the man up, and throws him through the floor, into the first story of the building.

He grabs the two other thugs in each hand, and bashes their heads together. He takes the two unconscious men, and throws them at the two other ones standing. Four left. He flies at One, throwing him through the window.

He kicks another in the arm. He can hear the bones shattering. Superman then hears One of the thugs cock his gun. He uses his laser vision to heat up the gun.

The man screams as his hand is burned. The last thug runs up behind Superman only for his punch to be caught, and his wrist broken.

Superman walks up to the Woman Who is gagged, and he rips the duct tape off. Let's be real here. Superman has to be a symbol. A glimmer of hope. Not some guy Who looks like a bum in a coat. Lex opens the door with his handprint. The door slides up to reveal a gray room with lights everywhere. And right in the middle stands a Blue, Red, and Yellow suit. The girl roll up tape like a mummy, strapped to a trolley to transport it.

Her mouth filled with a ball gag and taped on top of the tape, not allowing saliva to drain. And in the eyes of the soft lining, as well strapped to the tape head. The dull glow of a few dozen screens, both television and computer, blare down their light on a figure sitting calmly in the observation room of Belle-Reve.

His fingers type rapidly at the keyboard in front of him. Various external hard drives and wired devices of his own making lay in disarray across the desk among tape recorders, a flyswatter and a dozen empty bottles of various liquors. Answer, under his breath: What they fail to realize is the tenuous nature of our universe. How many times have we tipped over the brink?

Three separate smiling men, endless crises, the ticking of doom while a blue god smiles, and our agencies patrolling the net, like Komodo dragons stalking the high-watermark. What was our world before? What has it come to? Where is it going. Waller, making her presence known: Hopefully Patten, your world will be taking a shower soon.

Answer spins around: My dear director, of course it will be. Or rather, of course it is. Suffocatingly so. Nothing, short of The Bat with an extra two weeks at his disposal, could get through these cyber-doors. Not voluntarily, mind you. For some reason it seems to be on every channel. Waller: Hm. Not to read, mind you, the paranoid, scratchy prose, but because that disdainful novella still measures an eight-point-five millimeters thick, which is just enough to counteract the surprisingly uneven floor underneath this desk to my left, here.

In his private quarters, Colonel Rick Flag polishes his gun. Systematically he disassembles and cleans it. He checks everything is in working order, then deftly snaps it all back into place. Doctor Karin Grace enters. She has a better handle on their situation than Flag does. She used to love him, but as time has worn on, Flag has worn down. Karin has watched him crumble, and pities him more than anything. Rick, taking a deep breath: Karin I.

I want to apologize for my outburst earlier. It was uncalled for and out of line. It was hardly an outburst. Agents like us are already sworn to secrecy. Relying on that human refuse is a liability in itself. Do you think Captain Goddamn Boomerang can keep a secret? The point is this what we signed on for. This is our duty. Probably best that you go get Jess and Hugh.

We roll out in two hours. Digger and Floyd have chosen their bunks in the guardroom. Digger by the door, Floyd in the corner. Ahahaha aw strewth, those were the good ole days.

Things were simpler then. Now look at us, convicted killers yesterday, G-men today. And not too bad a deal if I say so m'self. Floyd hangs his one picture, suspended by a thumbtack, on the wall. Satisfied, he shoves the rest of his luggage under his bunk.

Waller is marching through the halls of Belle-Reve. Meeting with Patten always makes her feel ill for some reason. The monstrous and strange denizens behind the bars of the penitentiary are oddly quiet for once. She counts it as a blessing. Waller, into walkie talkie: Faraday, get Bend, leash him, and send him to the conference room. Waller pockets the walkie talkie, takes two Advil, dry, and approaches the guardroom door.

She opens it to find Digger and Floyd scuffling. Floyd chucks the dart over his shoulder where it sticks perfectly in the center of the board, disrupting the other darts already there. Now get yourselves ready and report to the conference room. Digger: Bloody hell, that was a fast turn-around. Here's a link to how this same Edsel looked in

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