Customer Profile: Leftovers from last year’s crossover
Over there, past the indestructible table, the one where muscle-bound oafs decide who is strongest.
Even further on past the dartboard where gods and men have decided who has better aim. Contests with dart, with bow, and once even with a chicken-gun (don’t ask).
In the deepest, darkest corner, there is a table where the most important people in the universe drink. Or at least they they used to be (or so they say). Not that anyone has ever heard of them or of their deeds. These lonely souls drink together sharing a common bond of sacrifice (or almost sacrifice).
Most of them don’t remember where they come from, but, lords, they do remember their moment of glory. Some of them were about to end it all, not themselves but the universe (or universes). Others say they saved us all (or other universes, again). But, either way the universe (or universes) continue on, and no one remembers their names.
Maybe they are all liars, and none of them ever tried to end the world or saved the world. It would make sense, there are so many of them. For bloody sake, it is like somewhere out there the world is threatened by a new and previously unknown person once or maybe twice a year. And just ask quickly as they appeared, they forgotten all about.
It weighs heavy on them, I mean, they WERE the most important and power being in the universe, once (maybe?). But, now they are forgotten. Legions of heroes or minions hung on their every word, willing to follow this now forgotten soul into the very pits of hell itself. Now they have to borrow money from each other to pay off their beer tabs.
The worst part is that they all hang on to a hope. A hope that someone will remember them. Each dreams someone will remember them for a moment, a panel, an issue even, and that the universe will need them again.
Instead, they sit here way in the back, because everyone else got tired of them, telling each other about that one time. But, they never leave, and it is always just that one time. Where they might have done something great (or awful) that still no one ever remembers.
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