When you're the best

Well well, everyone seems to be bedecked with interesting decorations today! So confusing, but perhaps a City-wide game of Scrabble would be in store.

All of you have your own letters, but are all undecided about what they mean. Mine is an L, for Legendary. Or perhaps just Legend. I've been told too many a time that I'm a legend in my own time for it to be anything else.

[OoC: Does he actually believe that? Is he merely covering? No one will know, because the L is for Lie.]

How strange it is that everyone seems to keep telling me that I was acting odd over the weekend. Surely it was a curse, and yet I can barely remember any of it. I do recall making a promise to Penny concerning baking something, but I apologize, I must take that back. I don't actually do anything of the sort.

Ah, Penny, how I wish- But no. I must be strong, as hard as it is. For her sake!

It's getting to be quite chilly around now, I shouldn't be surprised if it started to snow soon. Ah, how romantic that would be, a white Christmas . . . Ah, Christmas, the season of joy and brotherly love and odd-tasting puddings. I only hope the City reflects this joyous time.

[OoC: I will be backdating that last post, don't worry, I'm just caught up in papers and projects. Also, strike is pathetically hackable- on purpose, at that.]

I recall a time back home, where there was some plan to take over a dedication ceremony the mayor was holding for the Superhero Memorial Bridge. I happened to get a gut feeling about it, and asked the local police force to provide me with extra backup, just so that they'd be able to apprehend the transgressor.

As he was about to fire off some gadget he brought, I picked up an empty car and threw the vehicle at his head, subsequently halting his attack, and things were able to proceed as regularly scheduled.

Funnily enough, I can't remember the perpetrator's identity, but then again, I suppose that if I can't, they really weren't all that worth it to remember.