GUSTER

     Guster. Whatta’ piece of work that guy was. I suppose you can say we underestimated him. Then again, hard not to underestimate half of the shit-for-brains we go up against on a weekly basis.
     Here’s the sad truth. A villain’s only as good as his gimmick. And they all have gimmicks. Flamethrower? Kind of a high-end, dangerous type. The Contrary? You never know what you’re gonna’ get. Guster’s thing was wind. Gusts of wind. I mean, what were we supposed to think? We sent out some reserve members, guys who never made the cut, who didn’t make it into the Freedom Committee proper, but who we thought could compete on an easier playing field. We figure in a couple of hours, they’d bag a baddy, right? I suppose everything is about hindsight in this business.
     Hell, the last time I heard Guster’s name mentioned was in conjunction with a court case he had against Cloudmaster. Yeah. Two villains in a court case against each other, hemming and hawing over the name ‘Cloudmaster.’ This is the judicial system we live and breathe, which should explain why people like the Freedom Committee have no qualms about kicking the ass out of these douchebags.
     Now I just wish we hadn’t sent the reserves in there. The shit that freak did to those kids. Makes me nauseous thinking about it.




-SLL