Post by Evan McCulloch on Mar 5, 2020 1:27:55 GMT -5
Participants: Bart Allen | Evan McCulloch
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Central City | LexCorp
Time of Day: Twilight
Weather: Damp foggy nights with a lit neon skyline. 80's synthwave horror style
Summary: The adventures of Kid Flash and his whacky sidekick, Mirror Master.... "HIS WHA!? NOW YOU SEE HERE YE' WANKER!! WHEN I GET MY 'ANDS ON YOU, I'M GONNA-"
The curse of curiosity has stricken Central City. Is it an antidote to ignorance? Or is it a derelict and disastrous road to enlightenment? It is the curse of knowledge. Not some voodoo debauchery nor hoodoo prestidigitation. Not the sleeping curse nor rabid lycanthropy. Nor is it the tale of Medusa the gorgon witch, or the killing curse of literary fame. This affliction. This pestilence. This plague. It is intellect. Horrific damnable intellect. Is ignorance not bliss? The sad and horrible realities of this detestable world are best left unknown. To know of famine. To know of death. To know of pestilence. To know of war. To know, the universe as a whole.... Every iota of space and time. The vast emptiness of the void. The uncaring ungodly void, from which we are only insignificant speckles of dust and degeneracy. To know of meaninglessness and hopelessness. It's all so very psychedelic... The fact that, well... We're alive. We, tiny practically microbial blobs, live on a floating rock out in a vacuous nothingness of lights and molecules and dust and destruction. We're here. As everything but also as nothing.
The apple of knowledge. Humanity takes a bite out of it everyday. Everyday with naught but a callous disregard for the ramifications of each succulent chomp, be it benign or malign. There are.. Things. Things in these infinite universes, and things in all the dimensional planes. Horrible monstrous things. Things which humanity was not meant to fathom. Unknowable. Evil. Evil to are earthly understanding. Beyond our earthly understanding. This insatiable thirst for knowledge. We keep biting into that apple, as an antidote to ignorance. Yet, in our ignorance, we do not know why we shouldn't. Why God, in all of it's omnipotent splendor, did not want us to take a bite. Central City has taken a bite. A very slimy, squinchy, grotesque, and nasty chomp... Wayne Enterprises? S.T.A.R Labs? They all take subtle, calculated nibbles at the apple. Such that mayhem and madness would not grip the city and the world as a whole. But, there is one tech conglomerate with a callous disregard for the world. One corporation which was on the verge of bringing Central City into the cusp of that mayhem and madness... It's name?
Mayhem and madness... That was the scene in the bowels of LexCorp, Central City. The subterranean lair of the facility's director... The deranged Doctor Lional Lovecraft. Colorful splashes of green, blue, red, purple and pink whisking through the facility, as if carried away by a brisk breeze. Alarms blinking. Sirens blaring. A shrill mechanical voice bleating into the hallways and corridors of the dim metallic facility. "Security breach on level five" Researchers and scientists were fleeing down past metallic walls with faint flickering lights of green and red. All colorful intellectuals clad in hazmat suits, and smocks, and research garments. Frantically escaping shimmering wisps of light and ghastly bloodcurdling beasties. Like the dwarves of Moria, they dig too deep... Far too deep. The unleashed and unnatural monsters wreaking havoc across the facility. "Security breach on level four"
The air was twinkling and psychedelic. Like a dream. Spirits. Monsters. Ghouls and ghosties. There was a swarm of hideous locust-like abominations swarming around level five. Chittering chattering black bugs. A pulsating swarming masse of hideous insecticide creatures. They had fleshy, bubbly faces. Four snapping mouths, like a starfish. Wide open mouths that took over the entire face. The pink of their mouths lined with rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth and bubbling oozy pink flesh. Large and slimey tongues slithering and oscillating out into the air from the back of their grotesque gullets. They had long and slender bodies, like black logs, the size of a human finger. Four rows of buzzing wings, and six legs which drifted along with the pitter patter of their dingy tattered wings. They chomped and chomped at the air. Oozing and drooling dribbles of black saliva. The swarm chasing a quartet of innocent scientists. Those frightened fleeing souls, frantically turning around a corridor's corner, screaming hurrahs of unspeakable terror. The swarm gave chase. Growling and snarling with each deranged buzz. The researchers slammed into an elevator. Fists slamming at the doors. Fingers rata-tat-tatting against the various buttons. The swarm snarled. Ravenous. Hungry. Drooling. Snarling. It lunged at them. Hurdling into their bodies and into their suits. The painful biting stings of a million-trillion needle sharp teeth rending through flesh and skin. The elevator pinged open with the blood curdling shrieks of four poor unfortunate souls. "Security breach on level three"
There was a palpable aura of some intergalactic weirdness throughout the facility. Even amidst the fear, and the terror, there this tingling spiritual strangeness which blanketed the facility. Like dancing through a million different twinkling stars in the vast emptiness of space. As if levitating in a world of unfathomable elvish beings, interdimensional dpirits, and derelict madness. "Security-Se-Secur-Security br-breach on level two" On another floor, there was a massive spindly goliath stomping through the facility. So tall, that it had to crouch to trudge through the halls haunches over and somewhat crouched. Almost squatting with legs of thin ropey muscle stepped and stomped through the building. It had no feet, rather it had grasslike stalks which slithered and slopped with each step. Splashing some water or vestigial juices as it stomped and stumbled by. The creature's scrunched up body accentuated its many bloated curves. A fat and grotesque beer belly, round and pudgy, yet with a plainly visible rib cage. Fatty breasts drooping just slightly, and a sharp and horned clavicle tearing through its ropey leathery skin with spikes. It's arms, long and thin, could reach just below it's knees. With large clawed hands, with spindly massive fingers that were even larger than its massive leathery hand. It reached out, arms and fingers dancing like it were a marionette puppet. Then it's face... A large ovular bald head. A smiling fanged and snarling face with no lips. Just teeth. Jagged sharp teeth. Smiling like the most horrifically evil hillbilly imaginable. A stupid, foul, and psychotic grin which curled into it's cheeks and giggled and chuckled like a deranged redneck. "Guh-huhhahhahhuhhahhahhuhhaaaaaaah!" It laughed and it laughed. With murky swirling grey eyes. Bulbous massive grey eyes, eerily reminiscent of a sickly infected fish. It reached out and moved like a claymation figure. Each tendon pulsating and jankily oscillating like a clanky rugged puppet. It reached out to a scientist, giggling gutturally. "Huhhah!! Gurghhahhahhuhhaghhahhaaaagh!!" It's fingers curling around the researchers slender figure as he screeched in a paralyzed panic. "Se-se-se-secure" A duo of security personnel sprinted around the corner, greeting the creature by unholstering a pair of pistols. "On le-lev-let-leth-this" The guards opened fire, the creature, and all of it's pulsating purple glow, cringed in disgust. Gulping and grunting in some indescribable growls of horror. The bullets just barely missing it, it's eyes swirled with anger. It lunged at them, mouth opened unnaturally wide, such that it's rolled back like an anaconda.
The madness unleashed. The horrors unsheathed. This entire facility, gone flip city. Bonkers. Bananas. Glass shattered. Beakers broken. Wisps of light surging through furniture and glassware with the force of a hurricane. Spine-tingling terror gripping the staff as lovecraftian eldritch abominations ransacked here there and everywhere. Tendriled gillmen and palpitating pulsating globules of flesh and eyes and madness. Worst of all. The largest of all. Most horrific of them all. An alien... Oscillating... Insect.... "Mayham like you've never known" A centipede... There was a massive hulking centipedes. A segmented black body. Hundreds of scuttling legs clitter clattering against the cold metal floors. Squirming. Writhing. Scuttling across the floor. The size of two school busses. It's underside, a void of writhing wriggling hands reaching out through tufts of starry black fur. A void of fur. As if those tufts of black were galaxies, hundreds of thousands of galaxies all shimmering in an if unite unanimous glow. "Coming to you in theaters"
There was... Darkness. Inexplicable darkness in that lab down below. He could hear the sirens and the horns and the screaming from the other corridors... But in here? Nothing. A chilling, echoing emptiness. Dread trickled down his spine. It tingled his flesh and tickled his bones. The boots of his hazmat suit crunching shards of broken glass as he crept by... This wasn't right this wasn't right this wasn't right no this didn't feel good not one single tiny minuscule but he crept and he crept glass clinking against his feet. There was no wind there was no alarm no siren no nothing just emptiness a chilling horrible emptiness. Stalking through the void lurching through the darkness step clump step clump step clump there was something here he knew there was there had to be........ Scuttle. Scuttle scuttle. There was. He didn't know what it was. He didn't want to know... But it was there.... "A thing from another world"
He could feel the heaving bubbling mass of stomach bile in his stomach... Vomit... Vomit... It felt like he was going to vommit! It bubbled and churned in his stomach... It was here! He knew it was here! But where!? God damnit where!? That cautious side step creep metamorphosed into a frantic sprint as he heard the scuttle behind him. Legs... So many legs... "A holocaust of horrors" Then... It's body... He froze as he saw each appendage squirm on by. His heavy breaths heaving through the breather of his hazmat suit. He back away. Slowly. Gripped by a pulsating blood pumping terror coursing through every iota of his body. He was sweating profusely. It was here... Right in front of him... He backed away until he hit a hard surface which wasn't there before. It felt.... Furry. Tingly. As if... As if he wasn't suddenly grabbed by a hundred clammy hands. In fact, he was! Hundreds of black writhing hands squirming and poking at his back. His eyes clenched shut, for he knew this was the end. His end. "Fear the fiend without a face" He whimpered. Shivered. Shuddered. Tears welling up in his eyes. Then streaming down his cheeks. Heavy breathing. In. Out. In. Out. "Corridors of blood" Perhaps it was curiousity. Perhaps it was stupidity. But he turned around. He turned around and opened his eyes. The writhing oscillating centipede had a face. A horrible evil face! It was... Human. Smiling and human. No lips. But smiling teeth which curled into it's gaunt almost skeletal face. An elongated skeletal face. It had four massive mandibles, the size of tree branches, curling and creaking about in the air. Then the eyes... Massive black eyes. Empty. Soulless. Horrible. They were each the size of a human head, cracking apart as if it's very skin were word. Two tiny white orbs suddenly appeared. The irises. They slowly folded down, casting a chilling empty gaze at him. A massive white mane of hair folding from its head down its centipede body. They stared at each other. Eyes locked. Frozen. Frozen. Frozen. Nothingness.
Darkness cradled the neon skyline of Central City, blanketing the beloved hometown of the Flash in an autumn chill. There was a deep chill breeze wheezing across the empty streets, with a ghostly fog carpeting the roads and sidewalks in a dull creep. A droll synth-like hymn pulsating through Central City like a small tidal wave. Speckled colors of beautiful neon red and blue faintly illuminating that natural smog in an eery though gorgeous glow. The city felt like a void. A blackhole. Void of life. Void of anything, but color. Creepy, but serene and peaceful. Unaware of the horrors which occurred only two nights prior. Unaware of the unfathomable strangeness which has been unleashed. All unaware, apart from one man. Evan McCulloch. Mirror Master. The second Mirror Master... God, he hated that title. Second Mirror Master. Because he wasn't good enough for the first. He wasn't good enough for the only. He just wasn't good enough. For anything. He was sick of being a "joke villain". Sick of all flack the Rogues Gallery got. He blamed the Trickster, honestly. And the Pied Piper. And freaking Rainbow Raider. He wasn't a fan of any of them. He was never very nice to them either. Not that he was really nice to anyone. He sometimes wondered if that's why Captain Cold was his only real friend. He got drunk with Captain Boomerang, and worked with Weather Wizard, but... He felt... Detached. Detached, and sad. He didn't quite understand why, and honestly? He didn't care. At least, he told himself he didn't care. Anyone who knew him could probably gaze past the crackling facade. It really wasn't a mystery why he did hard drugs... At least not for anyone that well and truly knew him.
Evan despised most everyone, and (for good reason) most everyone despised him back. In fact, it felt like the whole damn world despised him. It felt like at every turn, God was out to take a crap on his miserable life. Every time he pulled a heist... Newspapers and civilians, and superheroes all called him a joke. A knock-off, and street level thug. Evan desired nothing more than street cred as a super villain. It was all he knew. Supervillainy was really, all he had in life. Yet time after time he was casted aside. Belittled and laughed up. Kind of like how he belittles and torments his fellow Rogues. He wanted to prove himself... He needed to prove himself... But... God... Of course this would happen.
Mirror Master, with what little power he had left, tried to break into LexCorp. To remedy the situation. But it went wrong. Horribly wrong. Now? Look at what he's been reduced too. Amidst the dim fog. God... This was embarrassing. Downright pitiful. He felt pathetic. Worse than pathetic, he felt like a D-Lister. This was Condiment King levels of villainy... Worse than Condiment King! This was James Jesse level of villainyhow that worthless bloke got into the FBI was beyond, McCulloch. He couldn't use most of his powers... And this was the only way he could think of to get the damn Flash's attention without waltzing into the CCPD guns ablazing.
Mirror Master, in his usual gaudy attire, was... Smashing parking meters. It was so petty. So pathetic. So beneath him. He held a massive sack over his shoulder and plopped it in front of his next target. Quarters began overflowing from the sack's bowels. Splattering coins all across the pavement. But Evan didn't care. This wasn't about the moneythough it would be nice to keep. This was about Flasher. God, where was he? This was embarrassing. God-forbid another Rogue or another super villain caught him stooping so low. Smashing parking meters with his Mirror Gun and collecting petty change in an oversized sack. It was downright comical. He'd be the laughing stock of the villain community. Not just the villain community... The whole community. Every town city and state across the U. S. Of A! He felt so defeated and ashamed as coins trickled into his sack. Deflated as he casted the lowly gaze of a sad puppy at his line of smashed parking meters across the street. This has been an autonomous process. Smash. Trickle. Sadness. Repeat.
This was getting quite annoying. He hated this. He hated himself, he hated the flash, he hated Central City, he hated everything!! Perhaps he was a drama queen, but Mirror Master simply wished to curl up into a ball and die in his sleep! This was humiliating!! Where's the bloody Flash so that he could get this over with already!?!? "#%$& me life. This is bloody hopeless...."
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Central City | LexCorp
Time of Day: Twilight
Weather: Damp foggy nights with a lit neon skyline. 80's synthwave horror style
Summary: The adventures of Kid Flash and his whacky sidekick, Mirror Master.... "HIS WHA!? NOW YOU SEE HERE YE' WANKER!! WHEN I GET MY 'ANDS ON YOU, I'M GONNA-"
The curse of curiosity has stricken Central City. Is it an antidote to ignorance? Or is it a derelict and disastrous road to enlightenment? It is the curse of knowledge. Not some voodoo debauchery nor hoodoo prestidigitation. Not the sleeping curse nor rabid lycanthropy. Nor is it the tale of Medusa the gorgon witch, or the killing curse of literary fame. This affliction. This pestilence. This plague. It is intellect. Horrific damnable intellect. Is ignorance not bliss? The sad and horrible realities of this detestable world are best left unknown. To know of famine. To know of death. To know of pestilence. To know of war. To know, the universe as a whole.... Every iota of space and time. The vast emptiness of the void. The uncaring ungodly void, from which we are only insignificant speckles of dust and degeneracy. To know of meaninglessness and hopelessness. It's all so very psychedelic... The fact that, well... We're alive. We, tiny practically microbial blobs, live on a floating rock out in a vacuous nothingness of lights and molecules and dust and destruction. We're here. As everything but also as nothing.
The apple of knowledge. Humanity takes a bite out of it everyday. Everyday with naught but a callous disregard for the ramifications of each succulent chomp, be it benign or malign. There are.. Things. Things in these infinite universes, and things in all the dimensional planes. Horrible monstrous things. Things which humanity was not meant to fathom. Unknowable. Evil. Evil to are earthly understanding. Beyond our earthly understanding. This insatiable thirst for knowledge. We keep biting into that apple, as an antidote to ignorance. Yet, in our ignorance, we do not know why we shouldn't. Why God, in all of it's omnipotent splendor, did not want us to take a bite. Central City has taken a bite. A very slimy, squinchy, grotesque, and nasty chomp... Wayne Enterprises? S.T.A.R Labs? They all take subtle, calculated nibbles at the apple. Such that mayhem and madness would not grip the city and the world as a whole. But, there is one tech conglomerate with a callous disregard for the world. One corporation which was on the verge of bringing Central City into the cusp of that mayhem and madness... It's name?
LEXCORP
Flip City - By Glenn Frey
Flip City - By Glenn Frey
Mayhem and madness... That was the scene in the bowels of LexCorp, Central City. The subterranean lair of the facility's director... The deranged Doctor Lional Lovecraft. Colorful splashes of green, blue, red, purple and pink whisking through the facility, as if carried away by a brisk breeze. Alarms blinking. Sirens blaring. A shrill mechanical voice bleating into the hallways and corridors of the dim metallic facility. "Security breach on level five" Researchers and scientists were fleeing down past metallic walls with faint flickering lights of green and red. All colorful intellectuals clad in hazmat suits, and smocks, and research garments. Frantically escaping shimmering wisps of light and ghastly bloodcurdling beasties. Like the dwarves of Moria, they dig too deep... Far too deep. The unleashed and unnatural monsters wreaking havoc across the facility. "Security breach on level four"
The air was twinkling and psychedelic. Like a dream. Spirits. Monsters. Ghouls and ghosties. There was a swarm of hideous locust-like abominations swarming around level five. Chittering chattering black bugs. A pulsating swarming masse of hideous insecticide creatures. They had fleshy, bubbly faces. Four snapping mouths, like a starfish. Wide open mouths that took over the entire face. The pink of their mouths lined with rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth and bubbling oozy pink flesh. Large and slimey tongues slithering and oscillating out into the air from the back of their grotesque gullets. They had long and slender bodies, like black logs, the size of a human finger. Four rows of buzzing wings, and six legs which drifted along with the pitter patter of their dingy tattered wings. They chomped and chomped at the air. Oozing and drooling dribbles of black saliva. The swarm chasing a quartet of innocent scientists. Those frightened fleeing souls, frantically turning around a corridor's corner, screaming hurrahs of unspeakable terror. The swarm gave chase. Growling and snarling with each deranged buzz. The researchers slammed into an elevator. Fists slamming at the doors. Fingers rata-tat-tatting against the various buttons. The swarm snarled. Ravenous. Hungry. Drooling. Snarling. It lunged at them. Hurdling into their bodies and into their suits. The painful biting stings of a million-trillion needle sharp teeth rending through flesh and skin. The elevator pinged open with the blood curdling shrieks of four poor unfortunate souls. "Security breach on level three"
There was a palpable aura of some intergalactic weirdness throughout the facility. Even amidst the fear, and the terror, there this tingling spiritual strangeness which blanketed the facility. Like dancing through a million different twinkling stars in the vast emptiness of space. As if levitating in a world of unfathomable elvish beings, interdimensional dpirits, and derelict madness. "Security-Se-Secur-Security br-breach on level two" On another floor, there was a massive spindly goliath stomping through the facility. So tall, that it had to crouch to trudge through the halls haunches over and somewhat crouched. Almost squatting with legs of thin ropey muscle stepped and stomped through the building. It had no feet, rather it had grasslike stalks which slithered and slopped with each step. Splashing some water or vestigial juices as it stomped and stumbled by. The creature's scrunched up body accentuated its many bloated curves. A fat and grotesque beer belly, round and pudgy, yet with a plainly visible rib cage. Fatty breasts drooping just slightly, and a sharp and horned clavicle tearing through its ropey leathery skin with spikes. It's arms, long and thin, could reach just below it's knees. With large clawed hands, with spindly massive fingers that were even larger than its massive leathery hand. It reached out, arms and fingers dancing like it were a marionette puppet. Then it's face... A large ovular bald head. A smiling fanged and snarling face with no lips. Just teeth. Jagged sharp teeth. Smiling like the most horrifically evil hillbilly imaginable. A stupid, foul, and psychotic grin which curled into it's cheeks and giggled and chuckled like a deranged redneck. "Guh-huhhahhahhuhhahhahhuhhaaaaaaah!" It laughed and it laughed. With murky swirling grey eyes. Bulbous massive grey eyes, eerily reminiscent of a sickly infected fish. It reached out and moved like a claymation figure. Each tendon pulsating and jankily oscillating like a clanky rugged puppet. It reached out to a scientist, giggling gutturally. "Huhhah!! Gurghhahhahhuhhaghhahhaaaagh!!" It's fingers curling around the researchers slender figure as he screeched in a paralyzed panic. "Se-se-se-secure" A duo of security personnel sprinted around the corner, greeting the creature by unholstering a pair of pistols. "On le-lev-let-leth-this" The guards opened fire, the creature, and all of it's pulsating purple glow, cringed in disgust. Gulping and grunting in some indescribable growls of horror. The bullets just barely missing it, it's eyes swirled with anger. It lunged at them, mouth opened unnaturally wide, such that it's rolled back like an anaconda.
"This-this facility is not secure"
"Fo-Fool humans"
"There is no escape"
"Fo-Fool humans"
"There is no escape"
The madness unleashed. The horrors unsheathed. This entire facility, gone flip city. Bonkers. Bananas. Glass shattered. Beakers broken. Wisps of light surging through furniture and glassware with the force of a hurricane. Spine-tingling terror gripping the staff as lovecraftian eldritch abominations ransacked here there and everywhere. Tendriled gillmen and palpitating pulsating globules of flesh and eyes and madness. Worst of all. The largest of all. Most horrific of them all. An alien... Oscillating... Insect.... "Mayham like you've never known" A centipede... There was a massive hulking centipedes. A segmented black body. Hundreds of scuttling legs clitter clattering against the cold metal floors. Squirming. Writhing. Scuttling across the floor. The size of two school busses. It's underside, a void of writhing wriggling hands reaching out through tufts of starry black fur. A void of fur. As if those tufts of black were galaxies, hundreds of thousands of galaxies all shimmering in an if unite unanimous glow. "Coming to you in theaters"
There was... Darkness. Inexplicable darkness in that lab down below. He could hear the sirens and the horns and the screaming from the other corridors... But in here? Nothing. A chilling, echoing emptiness. Dread trickled down his spine. It tingled his flesh and tickled his bones. The boots of his hazmat suit crunching shards of broken glass as he crept by... This wasn't right this wasn't right this wasn't right no this didn't feel good not one single tiny minuscule but he crept and he crept glass clinking against his feet. There was no wind there was no alarm no siren no nothing just emptiness a chilling horrible emptiness. Stalking through the void lurching through the darkness step clump step clump step clump there was something here he knew there was there had to be........ Scuttle. Scuttle scuttle. There was. He didn't know what it was. He didn't want to know... But it was there.... "A thing from another world"
He could feel the heaving bubbling mass of stomach bile in his stomach... Vomit... Vomit... It felt like he was going to vommit! It bubbled and churned in his stomach... It was here! He knew it was here! But where!? God damnit where!? That cautious side step creep metamorphosed into a frantic sprint as he heard the scuttle behind him. Legs... So many legs... "A holocaust of horrors" Then... It's body... He froze as he saw each appendage squirm on by. His heavy breaths heaving through the breather of his hazmat suit. He back away. Slowly. Gripped by a pulsating blood pumping terror coursing through every iota of his body. He was sweating profusely. It was here... Right in front of him... He backed away until he hit a hard surface which wasn't there before. It felt.... Furry. Tingly. As if... As if he wasn't suddenly grabbed by a hundred clammy hands. In fact, he was! Hundreds of black writhing hands squirming and poking at his back. His eyes clenched shut, for he knew this was the end. His end. "Fear the fiend without a face" He whimpered. Shivered. Shuddered. Tears welling up in his eyes. Then streaming down his cheeks. Heavy breathing. In. Out. In. Out. "Corridors of blood" Perhaps it was curiousity. Perhaps it was stupidity. But he turned around. He turned around and opened his eyes. The writhing oscillating centipede had a face. A horrible evil face! It was... Human. Smiling and human. No lips. But smiling teeth which curled into it's gaunt almost skeletal face. An elongated skeletal face. It had four massive mandibles, the size of tree branches, curling and creaking about in the air. Then the eyes... Massive black eyes. Empty. Soulless. Horrible. They were each the size of a human head, cracking apart as if it's very skin were word. Two tiny white orbs suddenly appeared. The irises. They slowly folded down, casting a chilling empty gaze at him. A massive white mane of hair folding from its head down its centipede body. They stared at each other. Eyes locked. Frozen. Frozen. Frozen. Nothingness.
"It came from the Mirrorverse.........."
CENTRAL CITY
CENTRAL CITY
Darkness cradled the neon skyline of Central City, blanketing the beloved hometown of the Flash in an autumn chill. There was a deep chill breeze wheezing across the empty streets, with a ghostly fog carpeting the roads and sidewalks in a dull creep. A droll synth-like hymn pulsating through Central City like a small tidal wave. Speckled colors of beautiful neon red and blue faintly illuminating that natural smog in an eery though gorgeous glow. The city felt like a void. A blackhole. Void of life. Void of anything, but color. Creepy, but serene and peaceful. Unaware of the horrors which occurred only two nights prior. Unaware of the unfathomable strangeness which has been unleashed. All unaware, apart from one man. Evan McCulloch. Mirror Master. The second Mirror Master... God, he hated that title. Second Mirror Master. Because he wasn't good enough for the first. He wasn't good enough for the only. He just wasn't good enough. For anything. He was sick of being a "joke villain". Sick of all flack the Rogues Gallery got. He blamed the Trickster, honestly. And the Pied Piper. And freaking Rainbow Raider. He wasn't a fan of any of them. He was never very nice to them either. Not that he was really nice to anyone. He sometimes wondered if that's why Captain Cold was his only real friend. He got drunk with Captain Boomerang, and worked with Weather Wizard, but... He felt... Detached. Detached, and sad. He didn't quite understand why, and honestly? He didn't care. At least, he told himself he didn't care. Anyone who knew him could probably gaze past the crackling facade. It really wasn't a mystery why he did hard drugs... At least not for anyone that well and truly knew him.
Evan despised most everyone, and (for good reason) most everyone despised him back. In fact, it felt like the whole damn world despised him. It felt like at every turn, God was out to take a crap on his miserable life. Every time he pulled a heist... Newspapers and civilians, and superheroes all called him a joke. A knock-off, and street level thug. Evan desired nothing more than street cred as a super villain. It was all he knew. Supervillainy was really, all he had in life. Yet time after time he was casted aside. Belittled and laughed up. Kind of like how he belittles and torments his fellow Rogues. He wanted to prove himself... He needed to prove himself... But... God... Of course this would happen.
Mirror Master, with what little power he had left, tried to break into LexCorp. To remedy the situation. But it went wrong. Horribly wrong. Now? Look at what he's been reduced too. Amidst the dim fog. God... This was embarrassing. Downright pitiful. He felt pathetic. Worse than pathetic, he felt like a D-Lister. This was Condiment King levels of villainy... Worse than Condiment King! This was James Jesse level of villainy
Mirror Master, in his usual gaudy attire, was... Smashing parking meters. It was so petty. So pathetic. So beneath him. He held a massive sack over his shoulder and plopped it in front of his next target. Quarters began overflowing from the sack's bowels. Splattering coins all across the pavement. But Evan didn't care. This wasn't about the money
This was getting quite annoying. He hated this. He hated himself, he hated the flash, he hated Central City, he hated everything!! Perhaps he was a drama queen, but Mirror Master simply wished to curl up into a ball and die in his sleep! This was humiliating!! Where's the bloody Flash so that he could get this over with already!?!? "#%$& me life. This is bloody hopeless...."
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