Some superheros have real problems.

So in the process of designing a superhero to call my very own, I have encountered a few obstacles that seem, at the moment, insurmountable. Surmounting them calls for me to stop being lazy, and for me to have money, respectively.

I suppose I could start by revealing the costume design for my hero. Nothing like a visual spoiler to get people pumped up about something that they know nothing about.

Obviously, his name is Pulse. I realize that the photo of the sketch (I don't own a scanner) that I drew in class on notebook paper doesn't quite look just right when digitized. And yes, the curly hair plus mask looks a bit more clownish than I had hoped. But what kind of hero has time to straighten his hair? That's just cruel. It's not my fault that tight curly hair isn't fashionable in the superhero world.

Anywho, I have a back story and of course an explanation of his superpowers, but that will have to wait for another day. Right now my problem is finding a means for my hero to get from place to place in an expedient manner without the use of magic, and as of yet I am loathe to give him something as hackneyed as a "Pulse-mobile" or the inexplicable ability to fly. And he sure as heck isn't going to ride along on a segway, no matter how cool it would be to have one in real life.

I also have to secure a mask like that in the drawing, which so far is either far too expensive or far too complicated to make. So those are my hang ups right now. Other than that, Pulse is coming along splendidly. I have the rest of the simple costume down, and the powers and story are coming together in a fairly straightforward manner. My partner in vigilantism, Courtney on tumblr from Georgia, is simultaneously designing and working through her own kinks and I am very excited to see what she comes up with.


In other news, there was a show about ridiculous riots that happened in public and displayed some of the idiotic things that people will do because of mob mentality. Not surprisingly, many of the riots were because of - you guessed it - soccer. This just amplifies my distaste for professional sports and the religious following that they amass. Join me in my distaste! Muahahaha.




Now that you think as little of sports as I do, we can be friends.

I know this has been an extremely eventful post, what with an entire drawing and all, but I have Greek prepositions and their phrases to practice, so goodnight.