March on to May

Wordless and description-less our hero now stands. The power of the void is still being purged. Its reach dwindling into its own cursed and comforting depths. But as with anything that dies, the void is grasping for anything it can hold onto. Nothing goes down without a fight. Any hero can testify to that fact, and our hero knows better than any other.

The End to the End

A soft mist glides through the air. The flashes off to the west warn of troubling skies marching in. Is it really time? It cannot be the time yet, but so much time has passed. So many thoughts missed. The west continues to spark with the storm. Why has so much time passed? What has been done in this time? The mist continues to float past him as he glares off to the west. Has my absence lead to all this? Nothing is right. Nothing is true.

The Void, my home. How could something comprised of nothing and empty become so wrong? In its chambers, I have dwelt for too long. To where can I go next? In the void, all action is empty. Out here, my every action is superfluous. My very nature is frivolous and my statements, prolix. If I am to protect those in need, these must change. So it is now that the villain is no longer time but myself. If I am to serve, I am to defeat... me. Can a hero battle himself and come out victorious? Foolish rouges, bold criminals, powerful scoundrels, and even time are one thing, but destroying that which lies within me is another. I am a foe I've never fought. I am a villain who not only knows my weaknesses but is my weakness.

As the mist retreats into the darkness, the storm creeps its way closer to the east. Its lightning reaching out to the ground as if pulling itself along by it. Why has it come to this? Was I such a fool in the past? The darkness will no longer reign. I was once a bat screaming through the night sky, but no one heard. Now I will be a neon sign of justice splitting the night's darkness and making that annoying high pitch buzz. A sign which no longer reads "Captain Thermostat, protector of justice" ...

Violently the sky tears itself open above. Lightning flies out striking the world. Rain floods. Wind smashes forward.

... but "Admiral Thermostat, savior of the thermostats, master of right, defeater of misdeeds!"

I am reborn! My powers well up as I prepare to destroy all that impedes justice, myself included! The time is now! Prepare yourself! The end is over, and the beginning is anew!

Coming soon to 2008...

The legacy continues...
Until it does, catch up here: "Somethings are a privilege to which you are not entitled. Such things can be revoked at a whim but more significantly when abused. However, it is by grace we are given life, so perhaps we, in the least, should be willing to give even if it takes much to do so." The Saga