Olu, June and Ixi. They are the mercenary crew Oji. They take on jobs that offer excitement and adventure with no job Too difficult to handle. Why would they be if you were unkillable, create diamonds out of your skin and teleport anywhere you want?
Hibee 2018! She’s a fun loving gal who loves the Sun, swimming, and cop shows. She however dislikes rats, petroleum based products and Apple products.
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As she stands waiting, she begins to wonder about her life before now. The choices she made, the pain she has endured, the rush of thrill and success…so far was it worth it?
As she sees her companion, she decides that the past is the past, and the present is all that matters.
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So this isn’t going to be too long. I have always been a fan of superheroes since i was a kid. My favorite heroes were batman, superman and spiderman. Batman for his crime stories, Superman because of his awesome displays of might and Spidey for how the superhero life complicates normal social life (something marvel seems to forget, he has to have a social life to be disrupted. Its not about being young or about being down on your luck. Its the juggling of his parker life and his spidey life thats interesting)
Ok just watched the injustice 2 story mode on youtube. While the game play itselfwas quite excellent…but a bit too mkish, the story left me a bit cold. I’m not here to talk about the obvious issue…..coughbatwankcough……its about their intepretation of the no kill rule.
According to batman (or at least more moral superheroes in marvel/dc) a hero must never kill or else they’d run the risk of becoming villains too.
A sort of man becomes the monster he fights trope.
But this reason for it rings hollow and is a bit insulting.
First it kinda mocks people who work in law enforcement and the military who sometimes are forced to kill while in action. No reasonable person likes to kill, however some enemies/threats are so dangerous or the situation itself so dicey that sometimes the trigger needs to be pulled.
Secondly using this reason for why heroes dont kill is pretty arrogant in itself. I may be wrong but to me it implies that the hero in question is above the law. And that his choices carry more weight than they actually do.
Thirdly it makes heroes seem far more mentally fragile than i would like. Every other genre of action hero ( pulp, supernatural,cyberpunk,war) realises that there are peeps who need to be taken out. That make them bad in fact when they do we celebrate their badass actions. So why are superheroes the ones that will go crazy when they take a life? It feels weak especially since the real reason is (comic book publishers) to keep a set of rotating villains that the hero can fight over and over without worrying that he’d run out of peeps to punch.
So I reasoned out a different reason for the no kill rule that makes me at least feel a little better.
Heroes don’t kill because they aren’t allowed to. Either by overt laws or unspoken understanding.
Superheroes are a mix of first responders and heavy artillery that assist the existing law enforcement in protecting or enhancing society.
Understandably superheroes need a certain level of freedom in order to be effective which society grants in exchange for a promise/set of guidelines.
One of which is never to kill a suspect. This is naturally due to the fact that society should be the one to judge the criminals not vigilante justice.
So any superhero who kills maliciously loses all privileges and is treated as a criminal in order to prevent others from following such actions.
This I feel both ties the heroes closer to the societies they work in and makes a better case for why superheroes shouldn’t kill rather than you’ll get a taste for blood after killing.
Anyhow am I making sense or am I just over thinking this.
Wow this was longer than I thought for a random musing.
Seriously, this has been a difficult period for me. For the past 5 months, I’ve had issue after issue which has interrupted my art and kept me off writing.
First my family’s had some staffing issues which meant I had to play nanny to my younger brother Olaoluwa who has cerebral palsy. Love the guy, but the reality is that the daily routine of his care is very time consuming and tiring.
My Internet situation’s been a mess as well. For the first three months i’ve had no Internet at all. Had to live a nanny’s offline life.
Then my laptop charger and phone broke in the same week.
Thankfully they’ve both been fixed but the general situation wasn’t conducive to my creative spirit.
I’m still going to draw and write as much as allowed but I just needed to rant a bit.
Hullo everyone! It’s been awhile. My first post of the year and I’m glad to be here writing.
I really did think for a bit that I wouldn’t be able to continue writing at all, but even when Life’s a vicious bastard, it sometimes let’s a few nice things happen. Thus I’m going to zealously update my three tales this year.
But at the moment let’s get to the topic of this post.
Basically there were two guys who used to work for my family, named Barnabas and Joseph. Their job was to assist the nurses as they took care of my younger brother Olaolu who has CP (cerebral palsy) and thus fully dependent.
So three days before Christmas, these guys took their holiday leave and we expected them to go to their home towns celebrating the season with their families.
That was not what happened.
A few days ago we got a call from Joseph. In an anguished tone, Joseph told us a tragic tale filled with shame and sorrow.
Apparently, ever since he started working with us, he has been giving his money to Barnabas to keep for him since of the two, Barnabas has a bank account.
A month before leaving Barnabas convinces Joseph to get accommodation in the city so that they can search for new jobs, rather than just going home.
Joseph agrees, expecting to finally live the life of a city boy…..
…..Well that didn’t happen.
What happened was that Barnabas met a guy and decided to pool their money together to purchase a Keke (three wheel taxi) and start a business. And in case you were wondering, yes He used Joseph’s money as well.
Now on the day that they left the house Joseph had asked about the accommodation, a question Barnabas wasn’t eager to answer.
Long story short, Barnabas had been duped. His so called business partner had run off with the taxi.
So now they have been broke, stranded and hungry for the past two weeks.
Dunno if they’ld come back but it’s a little amusing yet sad that a year of effort has gone to the winds just because of misplaced trust and greed.