Until i get around to writing something on this thing i thought i'd just put this old story up so the page doesn't look so empty....
My name is Ger and i am NOT a superhero, I'm not even an evil villain!!!! I'm just a normal guy who will never possess superhero abilities although i'm still hoping someday i might be involved in a freak accident involving toxic waste and a stick and i will recieve all the powers of a stick!!
I would be Stickman and my logo would be one of those stupid little stickmen drawings and
i'd safe my fellow citizens from certain death by the stick's worst enemy;
Dogs, and then they'd say "if your a stick man then why doesn't your logo
have a penis on it?" . Then in a superhero voice i would proudly say "My fellow citizens you are free from the clutches of the evil chiwawa for
another day... and The stickman is wearing clothes!!!!!!" to which they'd reply "well i don't see any clothes either!!" Then i'd say "that's because your not a superhero and your vision isn't as refined as mine" then they'd ask "why i wear glasses" to which i'd reply "Shut Up!!". Then a little kid would start pointing and laughing saying i'm four eyed, penisless SHIT superhero. Then i'd lose my temper and smack the kid in the face and break his nose and he'd lose an eye or something.
Then of course the government would tell me that there'd be no legal action filed against me if i hung up my sticks. I'd laugh and tell them that they couldn't run this city without my (Coz by this stage i'll be too big for my stick-boots) and they'd have renegade
alsations, bulldogs and German shepards running wild!!! Destroying the streets of my fair city "Hitmanville". Then i'd storm out saying "fine i
think i deserve a holiday but while i'm gone may God have mercy on your
souls"

While vacationing in a male strip club(i wouldn't be going there for the men it's just that it's cheaper than a female strip club and i've always been interested in human anatomy, yes anatomy that'll work) i'd get a call from Mayor Lance Storm. He'd tell me there was an outbreak of
excessive swearing especially among children. I'll pause on the phone for a
minute and then i'll say "Oh my God Mayor Lance Storm i know who you're
culprit is... it's the dreaded SHITSU!!!". To which the Mayor will gasp then he'll ask me what he has to do to get me back to help the fair city of Hitmanville? But i won't accept anything because while the mayor was
boring me with his stupid stereotypical mayor voice i was daydreaming and
realised something. The kid who cost me my career as a superhero wasn't
actually a boy at all it was a shitsu dressed up as a boy. My first clue
would be that he emphsised the word shit when he called me a four eyed,
penisless SHIT superhero. My second clue would be that the kid was hairy,
far too hairy to be a kid!! and my final clue would be that the "kid" had
actually barked these comments(i would of course be fluent in over 500 dog languages coz i live by the old phrase "Know your enemy")
Suffice to say there would be a big showdown between me and the head Shitsu who would have a Russian accent. He'd think that he had me defeated when he would be torturing me.(I will
have been captured after fighting off his entire 9th artillery division
single handidly only to be blindsided by a sexy little poodle who i thought
really cared for me.) He will think i've lost the will to live and that i
would say a swear word but little does he know that superheroes do not know
swear words! I'll break free and my with last bit of energy knock him over
the top of the cliff we've somehow ended up on but not before i say "Go
Fetch".
I will once again be a
hero to the entire city however my career will end in disgrace a