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He can't have "baffled" as his sole character trait forever…. Although it's kind of hard to focus on character development when you're trying to figure out how his insane girlfriend(sorta) will fight off a wall of living diamond. Saccharine's cutie mark: http://www.downloadclipart.net/large/19028-blue-test-tube-design.png Good night.

To understand the mind that created it, I have found a flowchart: Choices in a Day of the Life of Salvador Dali: Cool. Just planning for when Team Funacid gets back into town. In the face of near-nonstop action, Nathan's character development has kind of fallen by the wayside. That must be remedied. No problem. Do you need the cutie mark, too?

Say hello to the MoNA Mark II! The figure in the bottom left is Lightwards, stripped of his precious bowler hat (and everything else), desperately trying to ward off whatever evil Lucentia unleashed when she decided Funtimes needed some art and culture in her life. I do. Here's the Saccharine code: 2H2S000020FEFFFFAE9EFE02201D400FETO183704A031003813BFEC10000FE04103F57CC004CB2 Edit: Did Lightwards take all of his Warriors up to the MoNA, or did he leave some of them on the ground wandering the streets?

WHIO Alternate Ending #29: In an effort to maker her less of a childlike barbarian, Lucentia introduces Funtimes to art. Funtimes takes a special interest in the works of Salvador Dali, claiming they "speak to her." Soon, all of downtown Portland resembles a Salvador Dali painting.

The sort of supervillain who confesses immediately, maybe. So, perfect for Silver Age Superman comics. Tooth-pulling contests? Why not something more fun, like a dance marathon?

Also true but equally unrelated story: I refused to eat hot dogs and hush puppies for years because I thought they were actually made from our canine friends. I see your Grace Coolidge and raise you….whatever the heck this is.

Just one more upvote and then…. ….the fun begins.

1918: WWI ends when the Armistice is signed; Britain gives women over 30 the right to vote; and the map of Europe is drastically redrawn.

Nathan fully expected the sight of pralines to bring another flood of red diamond through the cottage. From what he had seen, it would be just like her to delight in torture and fly into a rage at the sight of candy. The sandwich dress had managed that quite well. To his surprise, she raised a small pedestal beneath a praline, lifted it to her mouth, and took a cautious bite. After a brief appraisal, she gave a slight, appreciative nod. "Answer me two questions," she said when the praline was gone. "Why do you only offer something resembling hospitality and for your sake I assume this is supposed to be hospitality after I try to kill you? And maybe even more importantly—" With a tap of her foot, a glittering spike erupted from the floor, impaling one of many pralines, stopping inches from his nose. By some miracle, he held his ground. "Why shouldn't I do the same to you?" Every Epic cared about something. For most Newcago Epics, that something was Steelheart's opinion. Favored Epics were kept on a long leash, but one false step and the leash would be exponentially shortened. In a city without the sun, Steelheart was its guiding light, and few were willing to risk being tossed out into the dark. Drop the dictator's name into just the right conversation, at just the right time, and whoever did so might be rewarded with their life. But Oregon had no Steelheart. There was CorpseMaker, but Lucentia was unlikely to know him. She was the queen of her own kingdom, and if he would be nothing more than a threat to her reign, if that. Altermind might annoy her, but his name would mean nothing. Lightwards, too, was merely a fly to be swatted as her diamonds swept across Portland. Not one of those Epics would unnerve her. Not one would tempt her away from their cottage. That left one person and one person only. The reason she had deigned to visit. Nathan took another small bite of praline. "That deadly trick of yours is quite impressive, yet here we are, still standing and speaking. While I'm sure this annoys you—" He took another bit​e, maintaining a careless smile as he looked into her face—not at the floor. "—the good Doctor here has her reasons for turning your diamonds into pralines instead of, oh, I don't know, bleach or something like that." He nudged her arm, which was still looped through his. "What was your reason, darling?" Please don't say marshmallows or puppies or something. "Night-hound!" she sang. He chuckled. "What was it you said you wanted from him? 'To hear him cough an apology from his perforated lungs?' Well, I would be the last to blame you for getting distracted by a good fight, but I believe we're keeping you from your appointment with that brother of yours." The praline was gone now, and Nathan wished he had another one. It would give him something to do, a way to look carefree. Nothing said 'I don't care about your death threats' like eating a piece of candy while those threats were made. "Now. You can try to kill us again, which will only provoke another battle and keep you from the reason you ventured this far, or you can call a truce with the two Epics who are his allies in name only." He glanced down at Funtimes, who smiled at him. "She turned his clothes to acid not too long ago. It didn't last, but if she were to do it again, it might give you a chance to encase him in that diamond of yours." Nighthound was barely an ally, and at the moment, Lucentia was an enemy. The idea that she might become an ally was laughable. But perhaps she could be made a different sort of enemy: the sort who fought with insults and snide remarks while reserving the true extent of her fury for others. Perhaps a declared cold war would keep her wrath at bay.

It's not that bad, most of the time. Most of our customers are great, or at least decent. But those few who aren't…well, they really stand out.

Congratulations, you've discovered Funtimes' tertiary power: complete immunity to tooth decay.

Just the ones Joe outlined, but when he enters "glory mode," all of them are channeled to his eyebrows.

Hmmm....maybe "The Heat" by Needtobreathe? It's more of a "tough things happen but we'll get through" song than a Sam-like "a Staying positive even though my life is terrifying" or a Remington-like "I WILL END YOU AND EVERYONE WHO SO MUCH AS SAYS YOU HAD A NICE TIE" sort of song.

Does CorpseMaker have attack eyebrows?

All we need now is a Captain Jack-- --wait, no we don't. There's a content rating to adhere to.

*Nathan steps out on stage* "These Epics just won't listen No, not one little bit They fight all around the town and throw their hissy fits *Lightwards hisses-* It's up to me to stop them For plainly you can see I'm the only one with common sense-- This treaty rests on me!

"I'd like to speak to one of your advisors." "All of our advisors are with customers at the moment. Would you like to leave one of them a voicemail?" "No, I need to speak to someone. I'll just hold." "All right. I'm not sure how long your wait will be, though." *flatly, as though speaking to a moron* "Well, there is t really an option." Great. So when you hang up in ten minutes and call back furious that I couldn't connect you, I won't really have any option but to listen to you yell at me for spending those ten minutes trying to connect you, will I?

It's the song. Surprisingly enough, there has not been a single big musical number. Yet. :

Wait, isn't Sam snarky....kind of like Donna Noble? And isn't Revolution's cutie mark a rose....like Roseluck, who was last spotted with Doctor Whooves?

And then Epic!Discord kissed the ordinary guy she'd chosen as her boyfriend in the middle of the street, took him home, made bacon donuts, and chose a kilted Unicyclist in a Darth Vader mask with flaming bagpipes as her servant when she and Epic!Rarity seized power. No, I'm not making any of that up. Kobold's wrong. It's a very weird RP.

Epic!Discord didn't take it so well. She giggled, but she wasn't happy about it.

Oopsie doopsies. He really was trying to be comforting; most Epics he faced, Koschei especially, were notorious gun-grabbers. (The most badchull thing I'd do is put superglue on someone's toilet seat. Someone like Snakehands who would have no way of retaliation or even of learning my identity. With someone like Fortuity, I'd probably respond more like Nathan: put up, shut up, and try to fly under the radar.)

So it worked out well for everyone. He was a lot like the Master, although there is another purpose to his name which will become known to anyone skilled in the arcane art of Googlemancy. (That same art is the only way I learned how to pronounce his name in the first place....) And honestly? If there's a time and a place for being emotional, it's when your character has just been shut up in a crawl space after being handed a chainsaw and told to have fun. (I'd probably be in tears at that point, but I have neither worked for nor grown up around a bunch of OP super villains. )