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268. He’d promised them hope but all they saw in him was despair

He’d promised them hope but all they saw in him was despair. It was not what Ben Patterson had counted on when he embarked on a career as a superhero.

Brought up on a steady diet of old movie serials that showed masked vigilantes beating up bad guys, he had from a young age set himself the goal of becoming one of those heroes that protect the city. Back then, he didn’t even have a clue how much time and gold reaching that goal would take.

Now in his sixties, Ben Patterson had finally amassed the right blend of money and experience to wear the cape. He chose the moniker Silver Fox and set about righting wrongs in the dark back alleys of Magalon City. He paid reporters of the Daily Flash to write glowing articles about him and he booked himself as a guest on TV talk shows to restore hope to the population.

The villains of the city hardly trembled in fear however. No matter how often the Silver Fox came at them, all they did was take pity on him. They didn’t even show him respect by killing him, as they often could have. The Silver Fox was hardly worth risking a life sentence for.

The public did not look any more kindly on him. All they saw was a confused, unfit old guy in tights, clinging to an impossible dream. Newspapers soon started refusing the Silver Fox’s paid propaganda and began running less glamorous, piteous articles, until they stopped writing about him altogether.

In the end Ben Patterson hung up his cape in disillusionment and retired to his mansion overseeing the city.

Heroes are seldom born out of an elaborate plan, he realised.

But there was a silver lining.

Cause villains were.

 

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206. Marty the Moose sensed he was going to die

Marty the Moose sensed he was going to die. The past few weeks had seen him reuniting with his long-lost parents, finally getting together with Millie – after five decades of trying – and then winning the lottery. Yes, the day the graphite and the ink would no longer draw him onto to funny pages of the Albuquerque Explorer was approaching fast, that seemed sure.

The following day, no sooner had his creator drawn the final finger of Marty’s hand or the moose grabbed a hold of the pencil-point, so as the pencil left the paper, it peeled Marty right off the 2D-surface into the 3D-world.

Hey, what do you think you’re doing, the creator yelled.

Marty opened his mouth but words did not come out. After all, without a text balloon, how could he speak? So, still clinging to the pencil he started doing charades to make his point: he was not willing to go quietly into the night.

The creator was obviously sympathetic towards the qualms of his creation, but his hands were tied. ‘Management’ would rather get money for an extra ad than pay for a cartoon, he told Marty.

Saddened by this news, Marty let go of the pencil and trudged off to the flat world of the first panel again. The next Sunday, Marty the Moose made his final appearance in the Albuquerque Explorer.

That is, in about half of the paper’s 96,800 circulation. For in the remaining half, he popped up in corners, empty spaces and in panels from rival comic strips, drawn – often crudely but instantly recognisable – by thousands of children, in hundreds of homes.

As they leafed through the paper, to create the suggestion of an animated cartoon, a beaming Marty the Moose appeared more alive than ever.

 

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