Tuesday, May 20, 2008


I wish being a detective in Steelville was half as interesting as what they print in the comic books or the shows on TV.  I don’t wear a long-black trenchcoat, I don’t smoke, I don’t have a cool haircut or some special gadgets. 

All I do is track these faggots down when one of them fucks up.  And when you’re dealing with superheroes, that’s more often than you’d think. 

Case in point.  We found Silver Maiden hung from a noose yesterday.  Last weekend, three of the Liberteens were the main suspects in an arson case.  Weekend before that, one of King Midas’ solid gold .45s was found at the scene of the murder of a retired villain who used to go by the handle Cloudmaster. 

Goddammit, I wish all the good guys would just stay that way.



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