Hero-Villain [Thousand]

A Story by Abishai100

Axes of strength and helmets comprises this image-story of Earth's airs of control-and-drumsticks.

A hero-villain vignette. Enjoy!

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It was an Earth world of possibilities, which is why arguably we found special legions of incredible beings, some with psychic powers, heroes, and some with a Devil-signature of mutant infiltrations arms of vanity/ambition/leviathan/invisibility, villains. These heroes and villains converged to offer special Earthling journal image write for conceptions of what'd become a special layout for the choreography of contests and cake, which is what the ambitious villains arguably sought here/now. Follow along, friends!

HEROES: We resemble humans; we're simply more human; we cheer humanity!

VILLAINS: Without our game-speed for (invisible?) Hell, there's no full-tale here.

HEROES: We'll make the Earth-holism story one of lines-of-changelings, surely!

VILLAINS: Well, we may just self-exile to the ocean-abyss as YouTube critics (ha).

HEROES: The fare-rich Blue Planet (Earth) affords the pockets-of-maze games!

VILLANIS: Facebook-like?

The heroes really did resemble humans more, and they were a quartet of great psychic humanoids; the captain was something like a big-brother figure, making powers-potions gestures to entreat the femme-fatale force of the villains-team special hospitality-prayers for eventual distances affording final peace without unending violence. Meanwhile, the other members of the heroes, engaged busily in things like fire-use, mind-control examination disclosures, steroids revelations medicine, and social media citizenry/traffic chores (for the soul!).

HEROES: We're not aliens from Mars or dragons from the Abyss or devils!

VILLAINS: We offer special counterpoint art for human-storytellers, surely.

HEROES: Well, you've completed a canvas-shading for what's simple football!

VILLAINS: We can tout some deformity-IQ like Alien/Munich for immigration, ha.

HEROES: Vanity and interference imagery, for Earth's faucet (surely!).

Who'd carry the day/time in this bad but beautiful tale of Earth-distances and fields for intrigue and worry? Well, the heroes certainly had the right hallmarks of arms for concentration of Earthling requisitions of everyday-consciousness excellence and flowery of the libertine values of capitalism's thorax; the villains insisted pre-exile to the ocean-abyss their brand of 'chess-stalemate' vanity made for a whole-story about the shaping of toys-for-thunder. Surely, Earth had become an environment for wrought chlorine (for the Ego).