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So Tom and I were out last night with Fist Of Fun, and we had a conversation about which super person everyone was. (We'd just been to see X2, incidentally, and I should point out that Fist doesn't know about Phoenix. I think we should burn him, but anyway...)
Tom has some rather cool notions about heros and villains and the status quo, which as far as I can avoid it I won't bastardise here in case he wants to be a bit more detailed about them at some point, but...
Fist, we decided, was a hero. More specifically, Batman. He's a planner, an intensely ordered and analyitical mind. He has a very strong set of convictions about what is and is not right, both morally and in terms of intellectual and social practice. He prides himself on a lack of illusions and he can be savagely destructive towards those who are living under delusions he doesn't particularly have time for. Plus he's a very physical person, with a very palpable presence. He also, at least at the moment, preserves the status quo as part of his professional existence.
And he fights crime in tights.
Wait, no, that last bit's wrong. God, at least, I hope it is. Ew.
Tom is also a planner, although in a markedly different way. He doesn't like the status quo, and he dreams of changing it rather radically. He doesn't have a lot of time for existing institions, but he has huge personal loyalty (despite his attempts to conceal it) and will move Heaven and Earth for his people.
So we decided (well, I did) that he was Magneto.
By this point, I should add, we were rather drunk.
Anyway, the next bit was, from my point of view, fascinating, if slightly jarring. Tom opined that there was an unfulfilled Martian Manhunter-ness about me, which might emerge in time. I was reasonably happy about that, but also intrigued because I can't immediately list the Manhunter's qualities - although maybe that's because I'm on the inside of them.
Fist, however, returned from the bathroom and poopooed this idea. He felt I was RoadRunner.
Yes, dear friends, they got to be heros and villains, and I was the animated bird with the grand piano in one pocket. But at the same time, I'm fascinated and delighted by this perception. The bird has a curious depth - it warps reality and success comes to it by what it is more often than what it does. RoadRunner is a sort of chicken-shaped Ueshiba.
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