Under_The_Mayo
Master of Quanculations
I was never really a DC fan. I don't have strong feelings either way when it comes to the characters or stories. I like the Batman movies, but I've never been interested in him outside of that. And there was some good Superman movies, but I generally never cared about him.
But I never harbored any negative feelings towards them. Until now.
Yesterday I was walking through the mall on my lunch break, and I saw a guy in a black shirt with the yellow batman symbol on it. Suddenly my face muscles began to involuntarily contract. My nostrils flared and my heart rate accelerated. I was salty.
"Batman. Fucking bat trait. What a piece of shit." I thought incessantly as I disgruntledly gnawed on my broiled chicken breast. Batman paraphernalia never arose any feelings in me. And now I can't even see a Batman shirt without having to keep myself from falling off the edge into all-out rage.
The worst part is, we have a Superman movie coming out. "Man of Steel" is setting itself up to re-introduce the character to new generation and give the die-hard fans a representation they can be proud of. If it's good... If it sucks, we'll shrug it off and hope for something better next time.
But what about me? I'm not a Superman fan. I've been waiting all year, though, to be impressed. I've been eagerly anticipating the movie based on the trailers, the cast, the director, etc. Now that has all been ruined.
How am I supposed to sit there for 2 whole salty hours? Everytime I see the guy I'm gonna imagine him Forward 2-ing me into oblivion. When he shoots his eye lasers, I'll have flash backs to moments where I got hit by 8 heat visions in a row at full screen. When he flies, I'll remember when my attack string got interrupted by his super that one time.
Thank you, NRS, for giving me more phenomena to be catalysts for my panic attacks.
But I never harbored any negative feelings towards them. Until now.
Yesterday I was walking through the mall on my lunch break, and I saw a guy in a black shirt with the yellow batman symbol on it. Suddenly my face muscles began to involuntarily contract. My nostrils flared and my heart rate accelerated. I was salty.
"Batman. Fucking bat trait. What a piece of shit." I thought incessantly as I disgruntledly gnawed on my broiled chicken breast. Batman paraphernalia never arose any feelings in me. And now I can't even see a Batman shirt without having to keep myself from falling off the edge into all-out rage.
The worst part is, we have a Superman movie coming out. "Man of Steel" is setting itself up to re-introduce the character to new generation and give the die-hard fans a representation they can be proud of. If it's good... If it sucks, we'll shrug it off and hope for something better next time.
But what about me? I'm not a Superman fan. I've been waiting all year, though, to be impressed. I've been eagerly anticipating the movie based on the trailers, the cast, the director, etc. Now that has all been ruined.
How am I supposed to sit there for 2 whole salty hours? Everytime I see the guy I'm gonna imagine him Forward 2-ing me into oblivion. When he shoots his eye lasers, I'll have flash backs to moments where I got hit by 8 heat visions in a row at full screen. When he flies, I'll remember when my attack string got interrupted by his super that one time.
Thank you, NRS, for giving me more phenomena to be catalysts for my panic attacks.
