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The countdown is over! Welcome to the 500th issue (or entry) of Anarchist Nomad. A true collector's item, indeed!
And, as is obligatory for such anniversary issues, a retelling of the origin story is not inappropriate. Prepare yourself for a Strange Tale of Action and Suspense to Astonish:
Thirty-two years ago today, the newborn Anarchist Nomad landed in New York in a spaceship, having been sent from his dying homeworld by his parents. A kindly couple found the infant and decided to adopt him, only to be gunned down moments later -- before Anarchist Nomad's very eyes -- by a crazed gunman who wanted their bagel. Raised by his elderly aunt and uncle, Anarchist Nomad was your typical high school outcast nerd... until the day he was bitten by a spider that had been irradiated by the Super-Kamiokande electron LINAC. That spider gave Anarchist Nomad powers and abilities beyond the ken of mere mortals... and also went on a rampage and killed his poor uncle, thus teaching Anarchist Nomad the difficult lesson: With great power comes great angst and drama! Anarchist Nomad vowed to use his powers for the betterment of humanity, and began by saving some stupid kid who had driven onto the test site for a gamma bomb detonation. Tragically, although he managed to get said moronic kid to safety, Anarchist Nomad was unable to save himself before the blast went off. The detonation of the gamma bomb lodged shrapnel near Anarchist Nomad's heart, which made him angry. And you really wouldn't like him when he is angry. To save his damaged heart, Anarchist Nomad designed a chestplate that would hold the shrapnel in magnetic stasis. However, this terrible turn of events caused him to develop a drinking problem. One night -- after a particularly heavy drinking binge -- he crashed the Nomad-mobile... resulting in nerve damage to his hands. Knowing that he would never again be able to play the violin, he went on a pilgrimage to the Massachusetts Berkshire mountains, where he was welcomed by the mystical Ancient One, a strange purple fellow who gave him a green ring that would enable him to become the protector of Earth against threats arcane and alien.
At last -- the story can be told!
In other news, besides reaching the end of the countdown to my 500th LiveJournal entry, I should also say that I am 11688 days old today. So Happy Birthday to me!
And, as is obligatory for such anniversary issues, a retelling of the origin story is not inappropriate. Prepare yourself for a Strange Tale of Action and Suspense to Astonish:
Thirty-two years ago today, the newborn Anarchist Nomad landed in New York in a spaceship, having been sent from his dying homeworld by his parents. A kindly couple found the infant and decided to adopt him, only to be gunned down moments later -- before Anarchist Nomad's very eyes -- by a crazed gunman who wanted their bagel. Raised by his elderly aunt and uncle, Anarchist Nomad was your typical high school outcast nerd... until the day he was bitten by a spider that had been irradiated by the Super-Kamiokande electron LINAC. That spider gave Anarchist Nomad powers and abilities beyond the ken of mere mortals... and also went on a rampage and killed his poor uncle, thus teaching Anarchist Nomad the difficult lesson: With great power comes great angst and drama! Anarchist Nomad vowed to use his powers for the betterment of humanity, and began by saving some stupid kid who had driven onto the test site for a gamma bomb detonation. Tragically, although he managed to get said moronic kid to safety, Anarchist Nomad was unable to save himself before the blast went off. The detonation of the gamma bomb lodged shrapnel near Anarchist Nomad's heart, which made him angry. And you really wouldn't like him when he is angry. To save his damaged heart, Anarchist Nomad designed a chestplate that would hold the shrapnel in magnetic stasis. However, this terrible turn of events caused him to develop a drinking problem. One night -- after a particularly heavy drinking binge -- he crashed the Nomad-mobile... resulting in nerve damage to his hands. Knowing that he would never again be able to play the violin, he went on a pilgrimage to the Massachusetts Berkshire mountains, where he was welcomed by the mystical Ancient One, a strange purple fellow who gave him a green ring that would enable him to become the protector of Earth against threats arcane and alien.
At last -- the story can be told!
In other news, besides reaching the end of the countdown to my 500th LiveJournal entry, I should also say that I am 11688 days old today. So Happy Birthday to me!
