I was reading some fiction last night.
There was this character, a superhero, and his super power was a bit like the Borg, any weapon you attacked him with had less and less effect each time, as his recovery powers against that weapon became more rapid each time you used it against him.
Sound familiar?
So my superpower name is DILDOTRON.
And so it was with #3, because being a nice kind of superhero, not the villain kind, I was good enough to warn her upfront, “I am immune to all your weapons, I advise you not to deploy any of them against me, as all you will do is teach me to treat you with contempt.” while polishing my Kryptonite mega-dildo… of course I knew that while there was nothing wrong with the transmission, the message itself was not being received, or rather it was being received, but it was being discounted.
After all, #3 has spent her life amassing these weapons, and what the fuck is the point in having a battle fleet if you don’t get to use it now and again?
Inevitably, #3 deploys the weapon of her choice, since it cannot harm me, my verbal and visible response to her is to chide her for being a puny human and doubting the word of mighty Dildotron, I am unaffected by your puny atomic weapons, I had no part in your decision to deploy them, and I have no part in the damage the fallout from your own weapons is inflicting upon your own, frail, weak human body.
This is not the response #3 was expecting, simply because #3 chose not to believe I am Dildotron, she thought I was some punk kid in a naff comic con costume.
So there she sits, with her own fallout drifting down like toxic snowflakes around her ears, not knowing what Dildotron is doing, and it becomes a question of wills, will Dildotron text me before I text him.
Well, Dildotron has to finish this little missive and prepare the Kryptonite mega-dildo, because #2 is coming around in about an hour to have some cum dumped in her.
It sure ain’t easy being a superhero…. lol
But it beats being one of the toxic rangers, behind the curve, not aware of the fact that whole swathes of men are waking up to the fact that they too have long hidden super-healing-powers, and are in fact living, evolving, learning and adapting systems… not static plastic pieces on a war-gaming table for the bitches to deploy their battle fleets against in set piece encounters.
