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ONE MAN ARMY CORPS!!
Ah, to live in a Kirby comic. Everybody shouting everything, all the time.
The World that's coming! Perpetual warfare, strife, conflict, Cold War long ago turned hot, even after the apparent national boundaries turned fuzzy and strange! The only thing you can do? Join the Global Peace Agency, spray your face with orange chemicals until you cease to have a face, and wear a purple cape to work!
Poor Buddy Blank, personality overwritten by Project OMAC, constantly having your body ravaged by Brother Eye's latest "improvements," modifications, et cetera. Brother Eye, burning away the evidence from high orbit, generating cloned dead bodies and incinerating them so your enemies are thrown off the trail!
Villains derived from Cold War Soviets and organized crime seen through a distinctly Apokoliptian lens. Imagine your own (apparent) death at the hands of some madman named "Skuba" of all things, or the Godmother's massive bulk, her brain aching to get into a young, athletic model's frame.
The Global Peace Agency can't fight. They need somebody to do that for them, so they build themselves a War God (right down to the faux-Roman brush-helmet mohawk and the Brother-Eye-of-Horus emblazoned upon his chest) to fuck shit up and break society's bad habits.
Mister Big, hiring Masquerade Ball killers in "Day of the Dead" and Pagliacci outfits to kill OMAC. OMAC hopelessly in constant combat to the point where he can't actually spend time with the adoptive foster parents assigned to him by the GPA to encourage his spiritual growth. He met them one time, they're maybe living in his apartment in GPA headquarters on Mount Everest, but has he seem them lately?!
Somebody stealing the oceans themselves.
There is no peaceful serenity in a Kirby comic, unless it exists to be broken.
I'm still reeling from the hit! |
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