So I saw on the news that Exploder was arraigned yesterday. No bail. He’s wanted on a host of arson, property destruction, and murder charges. Exploder’s so dangerous they have him attend court via teleconference from his reinforced cell in The Catacombs. The Feds want him, half a dozen states want him – and who brings him down? Me, thank you.
Leslie Milton says my name again. “—sources tell us that the authorities now believe, based on interviewing Exploder, that the Velvet Marauder was responsible for the villain’s capture.”
I still can’t figure out what he was doing in that train yard that night. It’s probably just one of those weird things I’ll never understand. I’d go crazy trying to make sense of some of the shit that happens to me.
It's like Bridget Jones' Diary, but with a super-powered vigilante.
September 05, 2004
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