Chapter Fifty

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= Be John Egbert

You are John Egbert. Which means your life has essentially become a real life RPG. Like seriously, here you are about to go on another side-quest for some bullshit goal completely unrelated to the main task at hand.

MACGUFFIN TIME!

"This is literally the worst idea you've ever had." Dave folds his arms in barely suppressed anger. In all your years as Dave's main man, you've never seen him this hot. "I mean, John. Think about this for a second…"

"I have thought about it, a lot actually." You and Dave are standing outside the rebel base. The bay stretches out ahead and by the shore, Roxy waits with a small boat. "I'll be back before you even know I'm gone and then Dirk will trust us."

"I should be going with you."

"Well I need you here." You turn to Dave, donning your most serious face. "You have to keep an eye on Dirk, make sure he doesn't run off on some dangerous mission or something. Maybe you could even talk to him and help convince him that he needs to help us out."

Dave scoffs.

"You really think I have anything new to say that will change his mind? He may be an alternate version of my Bro, but he is not my Bro. I have no idea what makes him tick."

"Now's your chance to find out then." You respond. "How's that making you feel, by the way? All this alternate universe stuff, I mean."

"It's nothing crazier than what we've already seen." He shrugs. "Don't get me wrong, I'm a little spooked to run into Rose's hot mom and… and Dirk, but I guess there's not much that can be done about it. We gotta work with what we're given, right?"

"Right and now you've got to stay here, understood?"

"Psshh. Sure. Whatever." Dave turns and starts back towards the base.

"Catch up with Jade." You call after him. "Bring her up to speed with what's going on and see how she's doing."

He doesn't respond, but ducks inside the not-so-abandoned shack again. Apparently you have a limit to the number of orders you can dispense at a time. Oh well, you know he'll talk to Jade anyways. No harm done.

You just wish he'd said goodbye.

With a heavy heart, you trudge over the sand and loose rocks towards the boat. Roxy is waiting with her legs draped over the edge, dangling her feet in the water and fanning herself with one of those neat geisha fans that you see in movies.

"Ahoy, Ishmael!" She grins as you approach. "Ready hit the high seas?"

"You don't have to come. You know that, right?"

"I'd rather face the frigid ocean waters than deal with another second of Dirk's fucking bullshit." She snaps her fan closed and climbs into the boat proper. She offers you a hand. "Besides, you don't look like the sailing type. Do you even know where we're supposed to be going?"

"Well, yeah." You take her hand and climb aboard. Unsurprisingly, you're a little unstable on the small craft. "Dirk gave me a map."

"Oh, I suppose you were just going to follow all the roads then, huh?"Roxy motions with her hand and you give her the map. "Hmm. We better get going if we want to get back by tomorrow."

"Last chance to change your mind." You nod back towards the base. "Dave could probably use your help here."

"Yeah, but you definitely need my help out there. Face it, John. You brought me into this mess, now you're stuck with me. Now put on one of those floaty-vests. You don't look like the swimming type either."

Once both of you are settled, Roxy starts up the small engine and the propeller begins to push your boat forward. As the shore fades into the distance, you start to wonder if maybe this is just some ploy by Dirk to get rid of you. He doesn't seem like the type of guy to be so underhanded, but then again, maybe you bothered him too much?

Oh, well. It's too late to worry about that now. Also the rewards of this mission far outweigh the risks in your mind. If you're going to get Dirk on your team, then you need more than a quick explanation and a simple lack of cultural knowledge. You need credibility, which is exactly what this mission will get you.

So maybe it's not MacGuffin Time after all?

"I can't believe how ugly that looks." Roxy's words draw you from your thoughts.

You follow her gaze and find the Rainbow Falls sky-line is also beginning to fade away. Specifically, you assume she's referring to the ostentatiously-large CrockerCorp tower, which looms over the other buildings and seems to be mad dogging you even from this distance.

"How long has it been there?" You ask.

"As long as The Condense has been around, so basically forever." She folds her arms on the railing and leans over the water. "My mother always told me that she was going to tear that thing down brick by brick. She never really got the chance though, I suppose."

You say nothing. Roxy continues.

"Do you think that Dirk was right? Am I disrespecting her memory by not fighting by his side?"

"I… I don't know." You answer honestly. Roxy looks a little crestfallen, so you add quickly: "I mean, so far your mother sounds a lot like the Rose that I know and based off of that…"

You trail off. Suddenly, you realize that you have no idea what you're talking about and therefore default to honesty mode.

"I don't think you're a bad person for not fighting, Roxy."

Her face brightens slightly, although that may just be a trick of the water bouncing off the waves.

"Real talk here, John. Have you ever- like- I dunno... Run away because you were scared?" She asks.

For some reason, this seems important to her. You wonder how long it's been since she actually talked to someone about this stuff, or even if she ever has.

You wrack your brains, thinking back to all the times you were afraid. Have you ever shied from a fight? There were plenty of times where you got your ass kicked, sure, but you can't think of a single time you backed down, or hid, or ran away specifically out of fear.

"No." You answer finally. "But that's because I had my friends with me. They didn't let me down, so I couldn't let them down either."

"Hmmm." Roxy trails her fingertips over the water thoughtfully. "It's been a long time since I had real friends, John."

"Well you've got some now."

This brings a smile to her lips and when she turns to look at you, it's that now familiar, confident grin. She scoots across the seat and sidles up next to you.

"You're a nice guy, John. I like that." She winks. "We should date."

"Haha. Yeah- wait, what?"

"You heard me."

"Roxy."

"John."

You're suddenly pressed up against the edge of the boat, in serious risk of tumbling overboard. Now more than ever, you wish that Dave was here too.

"I-I dunno if that's a good idea." You stammer, wishing that she was wearing pants instead of that damn skirt. "I mean, we barely know each other and…"

"HAHAHAHA!" Her sudden laughter is nearly enough to give you a heart attack. "Jesus Christ, you should have seen your face, Johnny. You would have thought I'd just asked you to sign up with the devil. HA!"

"What? No! I don't think you're the devil!"

"It was a figure of speech." Roxy shifts back to a respectable distance. "Anyways, you know I'm just joshin you. I know you have a huge boner for my daughter-mom."

"I don't have a huge thing for anyone!"

"Is that so?"

"Hell yeah, it is!" You clench your fists on your knees. "God, why is everyone so up in my romantic life?"

"You do have a romantic life then?" Roxy looks at you slyly, like she's just coaxed some revelation from you.

"Not in the way you think."

"Well then how is it really?"

You shrug and find yourself staring at the water now. The further you've gotten away from shore, the more choppy things have become.

"I dated an alien for a while." You say simply.

It's a testament to Roxy's character that she doesn't openly laugh at you.

"Really, what was that like?" She asks with interest.

"It was… rough. Like, at first she was all bossy, then she'd randomly get all emotional and everything would be okay, and after she died I didn't see her for a while, and when I finally did, she got all bossy again. I didn't know if I could really trust her either. Like she was known for a being a manipulative bitch." You twist your fingers absentmindedly in your lap. "We had lots of sex too, which was awesome at first, but then… I thought I loved her, you know? Like I always thought that I was supposed to love her because of what happened. But after a while… I dunno. I sort of think that I might hate her."

Roxy evidently wasn't expecting to open up a whole damn of pent-up relationship drama. She simply stares at you for a while, halfway between laughter and a frown.

"Well, what can I say, John?" She eventually smirks. "Love is a battlefield."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"So, you've yet to give me a straight, honest answer."

"About what? I've been pretty honest this whole time."

"Not about my daughter-mom. As her alternate dimension counterpart, I think I deserve to know if you plan to court her or not."

You sigh and rub at your face. This doesn't feel like the time, place, or company to discuss this. But… a small part of you wants to talk about this more than anything else.

"I… do like Rose." You admit. "I've liked her for a long time."

"Then what's the problem?" Roxy waves her hand noncommittally. "Life's too short to like someone from afar."

"But that feels like the only thing I can do, really." Now it's your turn to shift closer to Roxy. "Rose dated this other alien too for a while and then they broke up and there's probably all these leftover dregs of feelings and I feel like if I come in on that, then I'll be intruding. Also, all of this seems really insignificant in the grand scheme of things and I just feel silly talking about it."

"Well you shouldn't, it's perfectly natural for people to feel this way, especially when there's heavier stuff going on."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it sounds like you've been through a lot of shit and when things get heavy, it's normal for people to turn towards things that are familiar." Roxy leans in close, as if she's sharing a secret. "Things that used to seem challenging, like romance."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Of course it does!" She tosses her hands in the air. "I said it."

"So basically you're saying that I should go for it?" You ask, maybe a little hopefully.

"Yeeeeeaaaa- maybe?" Roxy shrugs. "I honestly don't know enough to make a judgment call like that. Based off what I know about you though," She leans in closer still. "Any girl would be an idiot to reject you."

You smile at her.

"Thanks, Roxy."

A peaceful silence drifts between the two of you then, tinged with some palpable scent of underlying tension. For a while, no one talks but the ocean waves against the sides of your boat.

You can't help but stare at Roxy out of the corner of your eye, as if she might suddenly attack. After all this time, you think you'd be more comfortable around attractive girls. Something about Roxy though just seems to keep you on edge.

You regret not letting Dave come now. He'd probably break the silence with a quick joke or a horrible rap, something that could get this girl to stop frowning.

When the island comes into view, you have to resist jumping for joy.

"This is it." Roxy returns to the wheel and pulls the ship towards the shore. "Welcome to the Misty Mountain Islands."

The island is pretty small actually, but heavily populated with jungle foliage. Sure enough, a large mountain seems to rise from the center like a rocky spire. You've only ever seen pictures of places like this and for a moment, you're struck by it's beauty.

"Do people come out here often?" You ask as the boat bumps along into the shallow.

"Nope, even though it's pretty close to the city, the Condense usually controls all water traffic." Roxy plops down on the bench and starts tugging on her shoes. Then she reaches under her seat and pulls out a rifle.

"Shit!" You can't help but gasp. "Where did you get that thing?"

"I may have paid a visit to Dirk's armory." She fiddles with the dangerous weapon. "I mean, what kind of jerk gives us a boat but not a gun? I'm sure he won't miss it."

Slinging it over her shoulder she jumps down into the water and begins wadding towards the jungle. Once again, you're left, following some dangerous woman into the unknown.


= Be Dave Strider

You are now Dave Strider. Good thing too. As if you'd like to go on some dangerous mission to a secluded island. Psshh. You'd much rather sit on your ass and do nothing.

"Calm down!"

"I am calm!" You turn and kick the nearest wall as hard as you can.

From the other side of the concrete, you hear a startled yell. Then someone responds with their own series of bangs.

"Keep it down out there," A muffled voice yells. "I'm trying to get my eagle on!"

"I don't even know what that is!" You slam your fists against the wall and shout back. "Don't tell me what to do, asshat!"

"Don't make me come out there!"

"Bring it!"

"Dave!" Jade's voice is shrill in your head. "Stop it! Don't make a scene!"

"What scene? There are no scenes being made. I'm like the anti-Bill Shakespeare, absolutely zero scenes." But even as you speak, you turn to find a dozen pairs of curious eyes staring at you from down the hall. "What? You've never seen a guy talk to himself before? Scram, before I open up a whole can of freshly squeezed lunatic on your asses!"

"Dave, get somewhere private where we can talk. Now!"

Schooling your emotions, activating your 'cool' filters, and brushing past the congregated onlookers, you make your way down the hall and back into the main room. You'll head topside and wait on the beach for John to get back, talking with Jade in the meantime.

Yeah. That sounds nice.

"You need to control your emotions better." Jade takes the time you spend walking to chew you out. "How productive is it to flip shit whenever something doesn't go your way? John's made his choice, so deal with it, fuckass!"

"Christ, you sound like Rose. Why do all these ladies think they can nag at me all the time?"

"This 'lady' happens to be your girlfriend! I can nag whenever I damn please!" You can almost picture her indignant scowl. "Are you somewhere we can talk yet?"

"No. I'm going outside, just give me…" You suddenly find your path blocked by Dirk.

"Sup, Dave." He says, casually nodding his head and sending his blonde hair a-flippin. "You got a second?"

You're halfway through brushing this guy off, when John's orders come back to mind. Damn, you hate when Egbert makes decisions that you don't like. You hate them even more when they make sense. You'll have to put off your talk with Jade.

"Sure, sure," You rub your forehead. You're starting to get a headache. "What is it?"

"What do you think it is?" Dirk's snark is the last thing you need, but you miraculously hold your tongue. He motions for you to follow. "Step into my office."

His office is really his bedroom and it's more of a short walk then a single step. Somehow you keep quiet about this too and mutely follow him into the small chamber. After the door shuts, he begins:

"So I guess we're alternate dimension Bro's. Do you want a drink?" Dirk sinks into this computer chair and stares at you patiently. From under the bed, slinks the mutant cat, Frigglish.

"What do you want, Dirk." You reply simply, as Frigglish twists around your ankles and purrs.

"Fine." He shrugs, apparently determined to take your rudeness in stride. "If you want to get straight to the point and avoid a whole bunch of forced, awkward bonding, that's fine by me. I just want to know if I can trust you or not."

"You've already sent John on that bullshit mission, what else do we have to do?"

"All that proves is that John trusts me." Dirk sighs. "Look, I'd have to be an idiot to not buy all this alternate dimension stuff. I mean, you look exactly like my Bro, John has that windy shit, Roxy's on your side…" He trails off, then: "I just want to know who I'm dealing with here."

"You know who I am." You fold your arms. "I don't know what else to tell you."

"I wanna know that if I go with you, whether or not it will actually make a difference." He leans forward. "Level with me, Dave. Who am I dealing with?"

"John, me, my sister: Rose, which is Roxy's mom, and my girlfriend: Jade. We're humans just like you. Hell, for the longest time we thought we were the only ones left." You answer. "Like both John and I have said, we've been sent here to find you guys."

"Us specifically because we're related to you?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then." Dirk nods. "Well, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yea, as a matter of fact, I do. Are you coming with us or not?"

He chuckles and rubs at his eyes under his shades.

"I… don't know yet." He gestures towards the closed door and the room beyond. "If I say yes, then everyone out there will die, and that's something I've tried to avoid for years."

"If you say yes, then you can save everyone. Even those controlled by the Condense. You can even…" You swallow hard. "You can even bring your brother back."

He simply stares at you for a moment. Eyes unreadable behind dark lenses.

"I could, couldn't I? He eventually says, after a small pause he continues: "Do you know how my Bro died?"

"He died with Roxy's mom, right? Fighting the war?"

"Yeah. It was them two verses The Condense in the most epic battle of all time. She slaughtered them completely." His fists clench on his knees as he talks. "What I wouldn't give to wipe that tyrannical bitch off the face of the earth."

"Well now's your chance."

Dirk just nods.

"How did you lose your Bro?" He asks suddenly.

You're taken aback for a moment. Bro asking about himself? Strange, but then again you should have seen that coming.

"He's not dead." You answer. "We were… separated after entering the game. He's still out there somewhere. I'm going to find him."

"I see, that's…"

"It would be easier if I had your help." You cut him off. "With you and Roxy and whoever else we find, John and I could beat this game for real, I could find my Bro, you could save your world. Dirk, it's so obvious that this is the real deal it's almost painful."

"Tell him that if he doesn't come, that I'll kick his ass."

"Shut up. I'm busy."

Dirk raises his eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" He says.

"Not you." You wave him off. "I'm talking to my girlfriend telepathically and it's really hard to have two conversations going at once."

"Well, go talk to her then." Dirk turns to his computer. "I've got some thinking to do."

"Uh, okay?" You wait a second, but he doesn't turn back around again. Obviously, you've been dismissed.

As soon as you're outside, Jade speaks up again.

"What was that about? Do you think you've won him over?"

"I dunno, but I probably didn't hurt our chances."

"Well that's a good thing. Are you feeling better then?"

"Yeah," Shoving your hands in your pockets you head through the throng of people. "I think so."

"Good. This is good! You and Dirk are becoming friends! Maybe the dynamic of our group won't be broken up after all!"

"Eh, I wouldn't be so sure, babe." You slowly meander your way out of the base and out into glorious, open air once more. "Let's just worry about one thing at a time. How are you holding up?"

"Ugh, my legs are killing me, I'm hungry as fuck, I'm tired, Kanaya doesn't want to talk to me, this is awful!"

"I'm sorry, Jade. This will all be over soon, I promise."

"You think so?"

"Well, yeah. I'm like, sixty percent sure."

"Sixty percent!? That's hardly a majority at all!"

"What do you want from me? I'm the time guy, not the percentage guy." Despite yourself, you chuckle. "Okay, I don't know for sure how long this is going to last." You look over the bay, towards where John disappeared. "But I promise you, everything is going to be okay… I think."


= Be Roxy Lalonde

You are now Roxy Lalonde. Congrats. You've managed to insert yourself into a sweet mission of the most exotic of proportions.

You and your travel companion, John, have just made shore on Misty Mountain Island. Per orders to find Dirk's missing contact. There better not be any crazy jungle traps out here, or else you're going to be pissed!

Unfurling the map given to John by Dirk, you try to plot a course through the thick, jungle foliage.

"Have you ever been camping?" You ask your partner in crime.

"Uh, no. Absolutely not." John answers from behind as he struggles over a fallen tree trunk. "Have you?"

"When I used to live with my mom, I went all the time. She never came though, since she didn't like the wilderness. Which is bullshit, because we lived in that G.D. forest for as long as I can remember."

John laughs.

"Yeah, I don't think the Rose I know is much of a camper either."

"Is she, like, a total prude?"

"Well, not really." He thinks for a while. "She can be a little stern, I guess. But she's not afraid to get her hands dirty or have fun. Just wait until you meet her, you'll see. Rose will magic your socks off."

"She better." The prospect of meeting a younger version of your mother causes your stomach to churn slightly. Talking with John about it helps though. He makes your mother sound… human. "Hey, I just thought of something."

"What?"

"Should we look for your son while you're here? Maybe he could be your third player?"

You hear a loud rustling sound as John fumbles through some bushes, either because your words startled him or because he just tripped. Probably both.

"Oh, geez. I dunno, Roxy." He comes to a stop and leans against a tree. "I mean, I guess that makes sense, but…"

"But you don't think you're ready to see your dad again." You finish, joining him by the tree. "I get that."

"I bet you do." John laughs lightly. "Aw man, I hope Dave isn't freaking out too much. I didn't really think about how awkward it might be leaving him with alone Dirk again."

"I'm sure they're fine." You wave the thought off. "Dirk may come off as a heartless sonovabitch, but he misses his brother. He'll treat Dave alright."

"I hope so. How much further to the mountain?"

You push away from the tree and look back at the map.

"Let's see. We're right next to the crooked trees." You look up and pinpoint a pair of busted-up trees. "So if we keep going straight, we should pass the rock cliff that looks like Richard Oldman and by that point it's only like maybe a hundred yards."

"Who's Richard Oldman? Is that like your version of Randy Newman?"

"What? How am I supposed to know that?" You lead the way forward once more. "Richard Oldman is an actor. He played Egor Korshunov in Air Force One."

"Ooooh. So he's your version of Gary Oldman. I guess that makes sense."

"John you're a weird guy. Haha."

Damn! Even when this guy says stupid stuff you wanna give him a smooch.

Can you blame yourself though? How can you resist an adorable guy with superpowers who drops into your world and turns it completely upside down? It's essentially impossible!

You're still chuckling and thinking about smooches when suddenly the ground gives way beneath your feet.

"Roxy!" John's fingers wrap around your arm, but it's too late.

Both of you give a strangled yell as the earth disappears and sends you tumbling into darkness.

"John!"

You grab him by the coat and cling to him tightly. Surely he'll save you from a horrible crash landing with some of his windy powers, right? There's nothing left to do besides close your eyes and hope.

The wind howls in your ears, but your descent has begun to slow. After a moment of bated breath, you are lowered to a flat surface.

"Uh, you can open your eyes now…"

You do so and find John to be hovering over you.

"My hero!" You grin and push him away. "Ah, shit! Skeletons!"

Sure enough, the bottom of the pit is littered with human bones and unfortunate animal carcasses. You've fallen into a ridiculous, jungle trap and you are pissed!

"Someone's blocked us in." John is looking back up the whole, where a metal grate has suddenly appeared over its mouth. "Dammit! Why does this always happen to me!"

"It's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." With John's help, you climb to your feet and dust off your skirt. You examine the nearest skeleton. "Damn, it looks like these guys fell, broke their butts, and then starved to death."

"Really?"

"Nope. What the hell do I look like? A doctor?" You stoop and grab something off the floor. It's a silver badge in the shape of a spoon. "Orderlings." You explain, passing it to John. "Dirk's contact must have set up traps to keep them away."

"If the Orderlings are here, do you think they've gotten to him?" John muses. "How long has it been since Dirk heard from this guy? I mean, these skeletons look pretty old."

"He's probably been fending off The Condense's troops for years. We got to get out of here, John."

No sooner are the words from your mouth, then a hidden door to your left suddenly opens with a metallic hiss. You and John stare in wonder down a dark passage, lit dimly with artificial light.

"I guess we're being invited in." John steps forward cautiously. "Stay close, okay?"

Nodding, you shoulder your rifle and follow. The corridor leads from the pit, down a set of stone steps, and into a much larger room. As soon as you step from the hallway, another door seals it shut.

"Welcome intruders!" A metallic voice squawks from a hidden speaker. "It's jolly good luck that you've decided to stop by. I've been meaning to test this new trap out for ages!"

"Who are you?" John demands of the mysterious voice. "You can't trap us down here."

"Who am I? I'm the owner of this island, and therefore, can trap whoever I well please. I've been out-foxing chumps like you for ages. The Condense should know by now that it'll take more than a rifle-girl and her boyfriend to get to me!"

"Uh, just for the record." You raise your hand. "John isn't my boyfriend. He has a huge boner for my mom."

"I don't have a huge thing for anyone!"

"Well I'll be damned! This conversation really is interesting, but I've got some other work to do. Now I could just kill you chaps right now, but where's the fun in that?" The voice continues. "I'll give you a fighting chance."

"Dirk sent us." John blurts, appealing to the mystery speaker who is most likely Dirk's missing contact. "We're with the Freedom Fighters."

"Oh really? By Jove! That's what the last guy said. Let me just open up the door and let you into my inner sanctum."

"Really?"

"NO! What kind of tosser do you take me for?" Suddenly a hidden panel on the wall reveals itself. Set into a metallic consol is a speaker. "Here are the rules, chap and chapette. There isn't much entertainment on this bloody island and I've got a hankering for some musical expression. If you sing me a song, then Bob's your uncle, the door will open. Otherwise, I'll crush you with my wicked crushing ceiling, is that understood?"

You give a little jolt of surprise when the ceiling suddenly drops a few feet towards you. Ugh. You really hate stupid, jungle traps!

"Be reasonable!" You cry. "We aren't here to hurt you, honestly!"

"I don't hear any singing!"

The ceiling drops another few feet. You turn to your partner.

"John! We have to…"

"Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm home bound! Danananananana, nanana nanannaa!" John is nervously singing by your side. "Staring blankly ahead, making my way, making my way through the crowd. Danananananana, nanana nanannaa!"

He looks at you, eyes wide, and without hesitation you pick up the slack.

"Dananana! And I need you! Dananananana!"

"And I miss you!"

"Danananana!"

"And now I wonder…"

"If I could fall, into the sky," You take John by the hand. "Do you think time, would pass us by!"

"Oh, you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you." He draws nearer.

"If I could just hooooOoooOOold you." You can't help but show off.

You and John finish together:

"Toniiiiiiiight…"

Suddenly, you and John are very close. An inch is all it would take and the deal could be sealed with just a brush of your lips against…

"Holy shit. That was… something. Er… the door's open now if you guys want to keep going." The mystery voice sounds a little uncomfortable. "I mean, I don't wanna be that guy, but this is sort of supposed to be a right bugger's muddle and I feel like you guys are undermining this."

John pulls away as your face burns. God damn, you need to get laid.

"Uh, come on." Still linked by the fingers, John pulls you forward and towards a new door. "Let's get out of here."

You nod, muted by embarrassment, and follow.


Oh my golden rings! This is old news by now, but The Avengers: Age of Ultron trailer is up! I gotta tell you guys, I was pumped for this movie before, but now I am BLAZED DA FUCK UP! Freaking, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Ultron, and Hulkbuster?! It's a comic nerds wet dream, not to mention the possibility that Captain Marvel and Black Panther might make an appearance. That's just a rumor, of course, but still it could be awesome. I'm a little sad that Hank Pym won't be in it, but I understand their reasoning. By making Tony Stark the creator of Ultron, it perfectly sets up Civil War for Cap'n America 3, which is looking more and more likely with every bit of news that's released.

I could talk for ages about this trailer and the film, but I won't because that'd be annoying. Anyways, I just feel bad for all the suckers at Warner Bros, who are struggling to catch up by throwing all this Justice League stuff at us. That being said, I'm pumped for Wonder Woman and Sandman.

I don't care about new 52. I still dislike Aquaman. I hope we can still be friends.

Thanks for reading.
- Mike