I would have all kinds of amazing mental abilities which I would use for the good of mankind. I would have telekinesis and telepathy, and I would be able to cloud people's minds to change my appearance. I would be able to take over lesser-minded enemies and let them fight for me for a short period of time, I would be able to travel through solid matter, and if I really focused my powers, I would be able to briefly manipulate time. Of course, with telekinesis I would be able to more or less fly. In fact, I would be quite like the Martian Manhunter from those new Justice League cartoons, except not as ugly and much more powerful (he doesn't do jack squat).
My hideout would be a pocket dimension existing out of space and time where I would use my unbelievable intellect to unlock the secrets of the universe, then apply them in a vast laboratory by building all kinds of incredible gadgets and weapons and things.
Heh heh. On second thought, I wouldn't be so much a superhero as a god. My comic or whatever wouldn't last more than six months because all the readers would just be like "Oh, he won again? Gee, that's news."
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Step right up and shoot pasties off the nipples of a ten-foot bull dyke! Win a cotton candy goat!
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