Something about flipping fudge demons happens...
Super Bastard opens the door.
He closes it again.
'What the hell are they?' he asks himself in a gruff, slightly condescending and overly litigious voice.
No one answers, because he has no friends in the house. He has no friends at all in fact.
Squaring himself, he opens the door once again. The creatures he saw not a moment before had disappeared. from the lawn. All that remained was a slightly sweet sugary pleasantness wafting up from dewy grass.
He stepped out onto the concrete path of his home.
A rustling sound came from the roof behind him...
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"I see you're going for a comic book premise with a dark, comical theme. Definiteltly, mean spirited can be funny. I love mean spirited and nast nasy individuals. That's how Disney made their money. But, I need to know more about Super Bastard. I don't need to know more about what Super Bastard went through as a child to become Super Bastard, but some inkling of what he does to become a super bastard and how people react will push the comedy forward. Does he go into blind people's homes and move their furniture around? Does he save an old woman's cat from a tree by throwing into oncoming traffic with a look of pure shock on his face? Start the ball rolling is what i'm getting at. Give me a reason to hate him so much I love him. The story, Diary of a Twelve Year Old has elements of that."
"Gotta be honest Adam, not sure what they hell this is all about. Maybe my imgination's stilted but I don't really see a character in Super Bastard"
"I really hope this one takes off..."


