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Wasn't his dad one of the worst one's forcing him to wear a fake nose?

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Project 433-Kent? How original. What? Are you surprised? You thought I wouldn't find you? It's a public forum. I don't even have to be a quasi-great journalist to find your rant. By the way I prefer just to be called "earthling" like every other "earthling" prefers. No need for all the name calling. Now I'm not sure why you would post this stuff about me. You must have me confused with someone else. I'm just trying to go about my normal mundane life, and just like everyone else I have good weeks and I have bad weeks. For example, this week has been a little rough on me so I'm a bit on edge. Monday my car blows up, I thank your god I bought that car from the POTUS auction. Tuesday, I'm sitting at the breakfast table reading how the Columbian cartel wars are picking up and find 2 spent bullets in my coffee. Not to mention a hole in my best work shirt while on lunch. I really should quit smoking cigars. Wednesday, I wake up to the smell of rotten eggs, and I'm pretty sure it was the dog, so I literally sent him to the moon doggie day care. Thursday, I blew out my toilet with what felt like shrapnel, now I have to sit on a damn inflatable doughnut! Can't stay off that jalapeno cabbage it's delicious.

So, you see, I'm just your normal run of the mill journalist with either a lot of luck on my side, or no luck at all, I'm not sure yet. And since you asked, I believe I will leave you with one bit of advice... RUN!

I tried to read the responses, but the OG voice starts dubbing over and now I can't finish any of these.

Also, getting confused as to whether the authors are using a quadraped form or bipedal form.

James is another prisoner in the cell that Keith is telling the story to.

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Wow! Could you write more haha

I cracked up at ‘Fiscal review scheduled’! As someone who has to deal with this stuff at work, the sarcasm was dripping off this. Well done!

Hard agree on all points my dude.

The best bits of the 90s batman and superman cartoons were Batman being the "worlds greatest detective" and Clark Kent being a great investigative journalist.

The real antagonist in my ideal Superman story wouldn't be a super powered bad guy but rather the quiet banal evil of humanity itself. Our bottomless capacity for self harm. Even Superman would be challenged to overcome this and you can bet he isn't going to punch his way out of it.

Thanks, glad you liked it!

Thanks for sharing! To be honest, I've always wanted to write a real Superman story - one that makes me feel the things I could never quite get from the official versions. Because they all make the same mistake of focusing on his strength. So writing this little prompt was very cathartic. I'd love to do more of it!

There's al qaeda video from afghanistan of a sniper shooting a US soldier in the chest, shouting a cheer, and then saying the arabic equivalent of "what the fuck?" When said soldier gets back up and returns fire. This was from before they learned about ballistic body armor.

I imagine a similar palette of emotions colored this man's mind when country boy Clark Kent gets up from a shot to the head.

Gods alive this was beautiful.

Can you like, get licensed by DC to novelize Supes? Not in-house like as a contractor so you can maintain some creative independence.

This made me feel for the Man of Steel in an intensity I haven't since my teen years.

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"Well then I guess reindeer is back on the menu"

Eh, Fauci's public rep was crap after the AIDS response, and it wasn't rehabilitated in the press until COVID. He had a generally positive rep in industry circles, but any general press that came out before 2020 inevitably included the bungled AIDS vaccine.

I’ve found a few things he’s made and want to try… but Pork Cake is not one of them.

And I love that you gave his powers/sunlight it's own character almost, that was fantastic to read.

Smallville to be precise, Well the county that Smallville is In.

DC would do well to make this the plot of man of steel 2. Even if it’s only the original writing prompt. Would be a breath of fresh air.

Thanks for the suggestion, I appreciate it!

No one would say it but they could see what was happening. The winds were picking up and the clouds seem to come lower as they days went by. They were hoping, without thinking, that everything would resolve its self on Eve. Yet here it was. There was no yellow in they sky, or maybe there was. They could only see so far with the mist and keep their eyes open for so long because of the strong snowfall.

Santa summoned his council, which included several of the elves as well as few of his niblings. After the third day, he arrived at the field where the reindeers were. All of the them skating along on the lake they use to swim, which had now become an ice floor. All except Rudolph who was some distance away under a bare tree.

All the reindeer, except the tree sitter, came towards Santa as soon as they noticed him. Prancer, Dancer, and Comet came the quickest. While the other three took their time getting to him. He couldn't quite make out what Vixen and Blitzen were saying to one another, but they were walking abreast.

He patted the first three as they eagerly rubbed their heads into his hands. "How is everyone holding up here?" he asked. The first three again starting huffing and snorting in excitement.

"I'm not sure if we're going to make it, tonight" Blitzen, the defacto leader of the second group. I've talked with the others, and I think it might be possible. They just stared back waiting for him to go on.

"We'll use Rodolph! With his nose so bright!"

They all just looked at one another. Rodolph? Out of all the crazy ideas. How could he possible see? Not only was there mist but there was strong snow. How could he possible see through that? But the answers became quite plain. He's nose was really bright enough and he could just wear goggles or a ski mask. But would he? They hadn't spoken all that much anymore. They practically went there separate ways. They were terrible to him. Would you really want to do it? He would be answering to the old man, and not to them. So they stood back, as he approached Rodolph.

They saw the old man explain and use a lot of hand gestures. But Rodolph Stomped on of his feet and snorted a puff of air out aggressively. Although they still couldn't hear what Nick was saying, they could hear Rodolph's angry replies.. "As if I'd ever do anything for any of you!" "You really think feeding me more-sols of visits really means anything?" "I don't care about those spoiled children!"

As Nick began to gesture again, that's when Rodolph turned on his heel and flew away.

No one knew what to do, so they didn't do anything. As soon as Nick's shoulders slumped over, the other reindeers went back to playing. Including Vixen, who sneakily flew away as the other's were distracted in the game. She knew were Rodolph would be. It was the last place they use to see each other.

Oh, but what's the part about James all about?