So as I mentioned somewhere around here, I started my first day of the ‘Indie Hurricane’ game-a-thon.
I played a Superhero-comix game this morning, from 10am-1pm, called ‘Capes’. In partnership with the devious and mystical Dr. Calamitous, I played a villain named Solaron, the spirit of a star, formerly enslaved by an advanced civilization in the perversity known as a 'dyson sphere’. Having escaped countless millenia ago, I stride from Solar system to solar system destroying the advancing civilizations that surely will one day attempt the same - the entombment and indentured servitude of freely shining stars, innocent givers of heat and light for the pure joy of caressing distant planets with their twinkling light. Now, burning within a shell of the alien armor forged from the onyx fragments of the Dyson Sphere, I walk and fly like a living eclipse, on the surface darker than the belly of the void, but hinting of indescribably searing and raging light from within.
Summoned by Dr. Calamitous, I came to help him siege the Justice Citadel, home to superheroes residing in New York City. Lorgon the Mindbender (master of mind control), Majumba the Hunter, and Buzzbomb (an aging but invulnerable superhero still rocking, since 1940), met us at the gates.
I sensed the trapped and tortured star buried deep in the nuclear reactor powering the Justice Citadel. I determined to free it, ally with it, and set its power loose.
Instead the combined might of the superheroes trapped me too within the nuclear encasement, returning me, after all these countless millenia of freedom and vengeance, to the despair of imprisonment and slavery. Now the superheroes kick back, watch movies on their vidscreens and eat their cafeteria super-lunches, all powered and provided by me, a fueling source of endless rage and sorrow.
Fucked up. And totally true. I can’t tell you how bad I wanted to tell a story of freedom. I could feel the-spirits-of-star-people supporting me, invisible hands turning the dice this way and that, giving me high rolls, one after another. I’ve never rolled so good. But it came to an end, two villains vs. three superheroes. The villains really couldn’t win.
This so reminded me of an old revelation I had, about what kind of stories we tell with many ‘superheroes’.
I won’t forget this.
[edit: apologies to Dr. Calamitous (Joel), Majumba (Gilbert), Buzzbomb (Seth), and Lorgan (Jennifer) for not including more of your characters in this story, and thanks for helping me to discover it! Seth offered the dyson sphere bit, Jennifer called me ‘a living eclipse’, Joel hosted the game, and Gilbert opposed me with every fiber of his hunter’s body!]