I was going to say I hadn’t seen a good “superhero” character made since Milligan and McCarthy made Paradax. “Everythin’ okay?” I still ask that of people. They still take from it, what I took from it then. Because of those words, I’m a superhero each and every day.
So here, now that the pyramid of posts has been nicely set up, is that MEME thing my buddy Matthew was asking about. Oh Lordy. I think I told you folks before about my crazy attempts to invent a “super-team” back when I was a kid…the thought that led to the extremely enlightening contest of who could think up the WORST super-team…
Well now it’s characters.
I thought up some lousy characters, when I was a kid. Mind you, eventually Ed and I thought of some (I think) great superhero characters…
But then that’s what this all ought to be about, oughtn’t it?
Where does that idea of great lie, how is it informed, in what context does it operate, what is the bar and how does one get over or under it. I actually believe it is rather a high bar. Though high jumps, in this metaphor, can be achieved by anyone. But it…won’t do you no good if…
…You can’t find the bar?
So it’s a murder mystery, only without a body. Or a crime. Okay. Let’s do THIS…!
My guy (invented before Ditko made “Speedball”) is a mutant who can’t get along with the X-Men. Oh, he tries. But he just can’t do it. And in the end, he’s the first mutant to be kicked out of the School For Gifted Youngsters.
His code-name is “Nex”. His superpower is shifting kinetic energy around. He can fall from three miles up, shift his kinetic energy to the ground below him: an earthquake results, but he’s okay. He’s the spare term in the calculation of the conservation of energy: if a falling meteor touches his skin, a crater opens up under his feet, and the now-stationary big rock next to his shoulder just sort of topples somewhere other than where he is His power “level” seems to be topless. but no one can figure out how to make a useful power-set from it. Like Cyclops and Havok, he can’t turn it off. It’s always on. It’s just there. Everything around him’s moving REALLY SLOWLY. He can’t walk past a window without it breaking. A thunderstorm can’t break out around him without the lightning going parabolic, hitting everything that isn’t him. He’s thankful gravity still works when he’s around.
He can’t go in the Danger Room. He’ll fuck it up.
So much less can he go to Muir Isle.
Think of him as an Anti-Madrox.
And think of him as a guy Professor X just doesn’t know how to treat. He doesn’t cause big problems. Just little problems. But: all the time. The Prof owns a block of apartments way on the outside of town, that no one lives in: Nex should go there. There, he and the Prof will commune telepathically, practise meditation skills. It’ll take a really long time.
So Nex runs away and tries to be Spider-Man. In other words he’s the one Marvel superhero that’s inspired by Spider-Man. Because he figures Spidey’s got it easy, so he tries to be him. I mean, things couldn’t get any worse, right?
Okay, your turn.