NO SANITY CLAUSE [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Open to everyone not in "Silent Horizon"
What| An alternate version of The Joker, Herald of Chronoblivion, wreaks havoc on Cargg
Where| Relegg, capitol city of Cargg
When| Shortly after the other half of the team is deployed to the Silent Horizon
Warnings/Notes| Bombs, madpeople, forced drugging/torture of civilians, creepiness, and chaos



It starts with a bang, of course. Bombs going off, Joker gas making innocent Carggites go completely mad. Joker gang members, paid mercenaries and criminals, pour out into the streets, damaging property and attacking whoever they come in contact with. It's all one big nightmarish surprise -- but one that clearly took a lot of planning. All these bombs, and gas deployment systems, and tech suppression devices, and all these minions... it's random and yet not, calculated and improvised all at once.

This universe hasn't seen a villain like this in 1000 years, and last time it saw it, it was the same one, albeit a version native to this dimension. This one's from another similar dimension, but he dances around in the middle of it all the same way, laughing. Floating cameras broadcast his face to every viewscreen in the UP; he's taken over all the channels.

His body is strange, the colors of his skin and clothes and anything he touches black and white and inverted, like the negative of a photo, but that wide Cheshire grin is just as sinister as it's always been -- in the past or present, in this universe or any other.

"Hellooooo United Planets! Are you sick of having most social ills abolished? Tired of languishing under the heavy burden of an actually functional justice system? Are you bored with never wanting or needing for anything?" He waves both arms with a flourish and does a little soft shoe. "Then it's your lucky day! For a paltry sum of absolutely nothing, you can have your very own Joker! I slice 'em, I dice 'em, I make julienne surprise! Which you need desperately; just admit it, living in a perfect universe is a drag! Humdrum! Tedious!"

He blows a raspberry and waves a hand like it's the worst thing he's ever heard.

"It's a bunch of hooey, I tell ya'. Fortunately, for you, I'm here to blow the galaxy wide open!" Explosions go off behind him and there's a chorus of screams. "Literally!"

He lets out a chilling laugh, like someone's just told him the funniest joke he's ever heard.

"I even recruited a motley crew of madmen to help me with this momentous occasion -- including some UP citizens I tortured to insanity in my Ha Ha Hacienda, my own little homemade Arkham just outside the city. I missed some old friends, don'cha know, from the golden days when psychotics could roll through the revolving doors of the nuthut and freely wander the streets. I couldn't get any of them crazy enough to put on a bat costume -- that was a little too nutty even for them, hoo hoo! -- but I managed to get some familiar faces grinning back at me again, with only a turn or two of the thumbscrews."

His smile widens, even though that should be impossible for it to get any wider.

"This is just the start! Because your precious heroes, those brave souls in the Legion of Superheroes -- they've kept a little secret from the fair citizens of the UP." He leans in close to one of the cameras. "And it's that I'm just the opening act! The warm up! The main event is still to come. Y'see, I'm good pals with Chronoblivion, a monster from outside of space and time that's almost as maniacal as me, and after I've set the galaxy on fire -- and made sure it's well done -- he's ready to settle in for the main course, i.e. you. Your whole universe is going right down the hatch!"

He sweeps both arms out.

"Until then, sit back and enjoy the show, kids! I promise it'll be a gas!"

Another bomb explodes, filling the area around him with Joker gas. Screams in the area around him start turning to hysterical laughter that matches his own laugh, which bursts out of him like a living thing.

"HA HA HA HA! AHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHAHAHA!"

Comments

GENERAL THREADING

[letsgolegion]

For all non-Gotham villain and non-Joker threading.

Ka-Boom! (Casey and Wash)

[jonesiseverywhere]

Casey's not above adding a few of his own explosions to the chaos. It's like camouflaging his blasts in enemy fire and it works to take out a few of the goons stationed outside the Climate-Con before the rest of them get the hint and rush inside.

Not that that's going to stop The Reaper from stopping them, and he follows them through the door. If he keeps his distance, he can probably ambush them before they do any real damage...

[unrecovered]

Wash also has his eye on the Climate-Con - thugs can be brought down, but he can't fight a fucking storm, so he needs to cut it off at the source. He gets the hell out of the way of the gathering stormcloud and is nearly at Casey's heels when he heads in the door. A glimpse around - quick recon, enough to scan for obvious threats - reveals a small device in one of the gangbanger's hands. It looks like a detonator, and there've been reported uses of bombs all over the city-

Shit. Shit, this could be a trap-

"Reaper, wait!"

[katsudork]

WASH

It wasn't that Yuuri hadn't gotten any training or schooling in this stuff. From the moment he agreed to the Legion oath onward, he'd actually been putting in the time and effort to learn. He wasn't a stranger to training hard for something, after all. And this was important, far more important in the grand scheme than anything he'd trained for before. The rest of the Legion needed help and a monster was threatening to consume his world and everything and everyone he loved.

Still, superhero lessons, simroom sessions, and even field exercises were nothing like the real thing, especially when the first time he was facing the real thing was even more chaotic than a typical Legion mission. They'd been given some basic orders, but the sheer mayhem of the situation demanded that they respond with their own judgment and adapt to each new situation, too.

Yuuri wasn't exactly a coward. He wasn't weak, even though sometimes he thought of himself that way. But in this moment, being faced with the first time with screams and explosions and fires and a cackling supervillain on every screen, advertisement display, and monitor in the city, his brain went completely blank. It was like it was suddenly filled with white noise.

As he stood there frozen, eyes wide, his heart pounding in his ears, he was a sitting duck.

JASON GRACE

Robots! Okay, if there was a single cool thing about something so horrible, it was giant robots.

Except for the fact that they looked less like mecha and more like giant nutcrackers or something.

And also except for the fact that they were terrorizing a metropolitan area.

Okay, so maybe that meant they weren't that great, but the idea of fighting them got Yuuri feeling more competitive than overwhelmed. He'd played a lot of computer games with robots, he had this.

That was when the robot threw a car at him, one that he caught with a wall of ice only just in time.

"Bwah!"

Okay, maybe he didn't have this. The guy making distressed vaguely incoherent noises needs a little help, Jason.

OPEN

It wasn't long before Yuuri was looking a little battered, his brand new uniform torn and burned and dirty in places. Sweat was pouring down his face, leaving streaks of grime. This whole thing was the hardest thing he'd ever done, harder than any bit of training, more stressful than any competition.

But he was settling into some kind of weird high octane state of anxiety that was actually working in this situation. Every nerve was buzzing with awareness of the situation around him. His ears were straining for the sounds of incoming attacks or civilians in need of help. His eyes were shining slightly as he looked around to find whatever he needed to solve each new problem. He was lucky that the strapped on safety goggles that he'd been given for field use to replace his glasses had some kind of anti-condensation coating on it or they would've long since fogged over.

And to anyone looking at him from the outside, it likely seemed that no matter how many times he got knocked down or how many exhausting hurdles he tossed himself over, he wasn't even slowing down. He was now past the point that many sentients would've found themselves collapsing with exhaustion, and yes, he felt the ache and burn in his muscles, but his limbs didn't even tremble.

He'd pushed himself this far before, but now he was pushing himself even farther -- because this time, it was so much more important that he did.

"Hey!" he waved both hands frantically, after seeing one of his teammates. "Uh. You!"

Crap, he'd forgotten their name.

"That!"

He pointed at a situation nearby, then mentally cursed himself for his relative incoherence. 'Hey! You! That!' So articulate. But he couldn't really help it. His brain was too busy just keeping him going to make his words coherent.

"We have to, um -- go!"

The thing! They had to go do the thing! Help him do the thing!

[unrecovered]

There are some people who would take advantage of sitting ducks. In this situation, one such person happens to be wearing a clown mask and carrying a length of heavy chain attached to a wickedly curved hook. He loosens a length of the chain, ready to swing it, when-

"Hey, Ghost Rider!"

-he looks up in time to receive a stun baton brutally across the face, courtesy of Wash. The thug crumples into a heap, partially from the impact of the strike and partially from the stun function of the baton. Wash lands easily, kicks the chain away from the thug's outstretched hand, and catches sight of-

Oh, shit, it's one of the new guys, and he's pretty much frozen. Wash has seen this kind of combat stage fright before, and it tends to be a really good way of getting killed. Shit.

"Hey. C'mere." He grabs Yuuri's arm and pulls, aiming to lead (or possibly drag) him into the nearest open building - in this case, a convenience store that has long since cleared out.

[notthatjason]

You might think that a Roman demigod would not have faced something as technologically advanced as a robot and on that thought you would be wrong. Granted, automatons were powered by a combination of circuits AND magic they were still as close an approximation as Jason had ever gotten. He preferred when he was fighting things that were less prone to stepping on him, but when you could fly it was a little easier to dodge such things.

There was a lot of chaos on the streets and honestly it was more difficult finding a place that WASN'T in need of a rescue. Jason preferred this kind of work to the survival of the Murder World though so he dove right in and didn't think too much about it.

He was flying overhead when he caught sight of the current battle taking place. The robot didn't seem to have anything particularly in mind to smash -- just general chaos and flinging cars. It wouldn't be easy, but Jason hadn't been on the field for long so at least he was still feeling energetic. He glided in just in time to see a wall of ice shoot up from the ground and block a flying car. From his position in the air it gave him an idea and he dropped down.

"Hey! Nice catch." It wasn't until he was on the ground that he realized the other hero was looking more than a little panicked. Jason glanced back at the ice wall and the robot, yeah, this might be the guy's first battle. Jason had seen this before in his fellow demigods back home. It's not like everyone grew up with the weird. The best way to combat it though was to stay focused on the task at hand. The question remained if Jason could get through his fear, "If you can set up more walls like that we can block this thing's progress and I can see if it's vulnerable to a little short circuiting," Jason held his hand up to show static electricity generating itself between his fingers.

"Or you could make it a little slippery on the ground. Robots aren't exactly walking around with ice skates."

At least he hoped not.

OPEN

[fuckaccuracy]

Gaige had finally been sent on a mission, and it was about freakin' time! Checking out Legion World was cool and all, but being back out on the field like this was where it was at. And man, did they ever pick a first mission for her. The more she listened to this Joker guy, the more she could appreciate where he was coming from.

Not that she was excusing any of the crazy shit he was doing. Nah.

But really, it was all just so familiar to her and it made her almost want to do the same to them, you know? Fight fire with fire.

Through it all, Gaige would have to remember the whole "no killing" rule the Legion guys had. Ugh, so lame.

Anyways, she was going through and non-lethally taking out the henchmen and followers. God, put a mask on them and they could easily pass for a Pandoran Bandit. For the unfamiliar, Gaige seems oddly unfazed through it all. Being shot at, having to duck through explosions, being shot at some more...

"Come on, you jerks. I'll take every single one of you on!" She loudly yelled, not really caring that she was outnumbered and outgunned.

Climate Controlled | OTA

[notthatjason]

What better person to send into an area with bad weather than the son of Jupiter? Jason stood on the edge of the perimeter of the Climate-con station's gates, watching as storm clouds started to gather above him. He glanced up, feeling the electricity building from here and not liking the implications. It definitely wasn't going to lead to anything good and even from here he could make out some goons in clown masks guarding the entrances and patrolling around the outside. He looked over his shoulder at the nearby city, who knew what kind of damage could be done if they got a big enough storm going. Well, actually he had some idea. A son of Jupiter who didn't learn about weather patterns and storms was an idiot and he'd long ago read about the phenomenon his father was in charge of.

He slipped out of sight and decided he'd make his way for the eastern entrance. He'd seen fewer Joker Gang members and it looked like other heroes might be making there way to this area as well. Little did he realize that outside most of the entrances there was a tech suppression field in wait to hopefully even the fights with any of the Joker Gang guards and who even knew what would be found inside.

[fuckaccuracy]

Gaige made her way to the station not out of any real plan, because just because this is where her path had taken her. She was still looking for a fight and it just so happened that she could see a number of pretend-Jokers (she was calling them that) posted outside.

Alright, well, Gaige knew what she was doing next.

And hey, there was someone else here, too.

"Yo, what's up."

Closed to Nita and Jason

[jonesiseverywhere]

When you shout a lot of one-liners during battle, it can lead to some problems as Casey is learning.

He made some crack about clowns, like he even remembers what it was except that it might have involved rubber chickens, and some thug just snuck right up behind him and whacked him a good one, sending him toppling to the floor.

It didn't take too long for the rest of the gang (a far bigger gang that Casey had ever taken on by himself) to swarm him, hoisting him up by his arms and prepping to give him a beating to match the whack he'd taken on his skull.

This could be going way better.

[littlecousin]

Even if Casey weren't a teammate, Nita can't stand bullies. As soon as she figures out what the commotion over there is about...well, there's an incoming bad day for that particular Joker gang, and it's dressed in green scales and little else. Dramatic entrances run in the family, and Nita lands hard atop an already ruined car with a thump and the screech of metal giving way under the impact.

"Hey, losers!" She's terrible at trash talk, but she did just loudly crush a car, and heads in garish clown makeup whip around as they try to figure out this new, blond variable. "Pick on someone your own size."

Once she rises from her crouch, it becomes apparent that's a joke, because she can't be more than five and a half feet. The gangers seem to have skipped the day in Henching 101 where the trainer covered the fact that anyone small, unarmed, and unarmored facing down a few dozen people and grinning that widely knows something they don't, and amidst a general cry of "Get her!" the gang rushes in, Casey forgotten for the moment, or perhaps just on the back burner until they can add Nita to their beatdown stew. Hope springs eternal, after all.

Jumping to the ground, Nita sidesteps the foremost's shock baton, catches him by the wrist, and hurls him bodily back into the crush as if he weighs nothing. The attackers directly behind their involuntarily airborne comrade go down like bowling pins with terrible fashion sense, breaking the charge entirely.

"Jerks."

[kingtyrantranger]

Gang Fights/Relief Efforts:

One of the few things Jason's actually good at is hand to hand fighting. Which shouldn't be a surprise. Unfortunately, he doesn't get much of a chance to do it in the Legion. Partially because punching someone with super strength is for dopes (not that it's kept Jason from doing it in the past), partially because if you want a good martial artist, you're better off looking at Karate Kid or Gohan or Videl.

At least, that's the common thought. He prescribes to it as well. Gohan's at least as good as Videl, if not better, Videl's a world champ, and Karate Kid is, well. Karate Kid. He's good, but he can't match up to that. But when it comes down to half a dozen crazed Carggites and he's not even breathing hard when the dust settles? It might be harder to swallow.

"You good?" He glanced over his shoulder briefly before bending over to pick up the satchel of medicine they'd been asked to deliver to this tech-blank zone. Seemed like the madmen roaming the streets had a radar when it came to superheroes, though. This was the second scuffle they'd run into, and Jason, for one, was really wishing that their flight rings worked around here. "I think I hear more of them coming, we'd better split while we can."

Giant Robots:

You know, most people would give up when dropping a hoverbus onto something's head didn't knock it down. Then again, most people didn't buy into the belief that shaving would make your hair grow any faster, but that didn't stop Jason from trying for a totally awesome beard. Or at least some stubble. His continued status as a babyface didn't show any signs of letting up, though.

After it threw the bus back at him, though, even Jason had to admit it was time to duck down to a rooftop and huddle behind the ledges. "Man, whoever made those things really overdid it. How tough does a giant robot need to be, huh?" They didn't even have the decency to look cool while they were being invincible. No, they were done up like some big-headed Nutcracker version of that Valor guy.

Of all the things to make him wish for his Zord.

He shrugs his shoulders, pressing his back to the ledge, and speaks into his ring. "Okay, I'm all out of ideas. I dented it, but I don't think it made much of a difference. Anyone else have a plan?" He paused. "One that doesn't involve sneaking through the mouth to see if it has a cockpit? They're chewers." He'd tried and almost lost a hand.

Giant robots!

[jonesiseverywhere]

Thrown buses are like the stolen traffic cones of super-heroing: It's not a good night until the buses are flying through the air.

It's not real fun to have the bus thrown at you and when Casey ends up cowering behind the same roof ledge. "That's kinda the point of a giant robot. Kinda wish it'd get snagged on some of that junk it's carryin' around."

He risked a quick peek over the edge and frowned. "Last time I took on a big bot it had an exhaust vent I knocked some explosives into. I got the boom, but I can't find a vent!"

Gang Fights/Relief Efforts

[the_civilian]

Tadashi's no slouch at hand-to-hand either, not at this point, but he's definitely not on Jason's level. He braces his hands on his knees, panting, but straightens up when Jason says he hears more people coming.

"Guess I'm going to have to be," he answers Jason's first question. "Let's go before they get here."

Parker, OTA

[leverageintceo]

BOMBS

There are bombs everywhere in Relegg, wrapped up like Christmas presents. Or Valor's Day presents, whatever, it's basically vegan spacefuture Christmas anyway. Parker takes exception to that sort of thing. It's supposed to be a holiday about family and togetherness and being nice and this evil clown is trying to ruin it with his stupid face and explosives and Parker really hopes she or another one of the Legionnaires will have an opportunity to jab him with a tazer a few times. But right now, she's focused on bombs. She seizes a gaily-wrapped box and looks to the nearest person who isn't a panicking civilian.

"How do we know if this is a bomb-bomb or a gas bomb?"

CRAZED CIVILIANS

Crowd control. Not normally a task to which Parker would be assigned, here or at home, but she is uniquely suited to it in this particular case: every person she touches shrinks the mob by two people.

"It's like a reverse hydra," she muses aloud to her teammate before diving into the mob. With her flight ring, she's pretty confident of her ability to escape their grasping hands and flying fists.

Perhaps a little too confident; a few of the Carggites she's already depowered seem to be teaming up to try and tackle her from behind...

JOKER GANG

Finally, people she can taze without feeling even a niggling of guilt over! Parker lurks out of sight, spacefuture tazer in hand, waiting for her partner-in-not-crime to attract the attention of the 'nassheads' hired by the Joker to hurt people and plant bombs. Once her partner has their attention and draws them over to where Parker is lying in wait, the fun will begin.

Sadly, she doubts they'll have time to go through their pockets after, except as a pat-down to make sure they can't finagle their way out of their restraints before the Science Police arrive.

Tadashi, OTA

[the_civilian]

BOMBS

Okay. This- this is definitely the worst thing Tadashi has ever found inside colorful holiday wrapping paper and ribbon. It's got a timer on it, which may or may not mean anything, depending on whether or not the Joker made his own bombs and if he knows how to set them to go off before the timer reaches zero. It's also got something that looks like a nozzle on it, which means that this is probably one of the gas bombs, which further means that if they fail to disarm it, a lot of people will end up dead or raving and rioting and smiling fit to take off the top of their heads. Or somebody's head, at least.

"Do you think this job ever gets any easier?" he asks, mostly rhetorically. "Hand me those pliers."

RELIEF EFFORTS: WRECKAGE

Chaos and catastrophe put a lot of people in danger, even when there aren't any of the Joker's hired goons or crazy-making gas around to make things worse. Flight rings mean that Legionnaires can ferry supplies from those who have them to those who need them. Or, more carefully, the people who need help to those who can help them.

"There's someone over here!" he calls out to his teammate, waving them over toward the wreckage. "Hello! Hello in there! It's the Legion, we're here to help!"

RELIEF EFFORTS: FIRE

The building is on fire and it stops Tadashi cold. He's been working on this since he got here, he has, but it's still hard to see a burning building that may or may not have someone trapped inside and not feel panic rising in his throat like vomit.

Someone has to help. He has to help.

As soon as he can make himself move.

TECH SUPPRESSION

"Whoa!"

Tadashi is, fortunately, fairly low to the ground when his flight ring suddenly cuts out. He rolls when he hits the ground, bleeding off momentum before he collides with anything too big and heavy or two likely to stab him due to his own body weight.

"Okay," he says, standing up. "I'm guessing they've got some tech suppression going on here too. Please tell me you speak English?"

"GOTHAM VILLAIN" FIGHTS

[letsgolegion]

Hal Jordan, Jason Grace, and Gaige | Clayface

[gothamvillains]

The poor man that "Clayface" used to be was a well known actor from Durla, who used his shapeshifting talents to be various stars on the silver screen. But after being mutated into a mudbeing and tortured to insanity, he can barely even talk.

Now he's the very definition of "I have no mouth and I must scream". Unfortunately, in his rage and pain, this new Clayface is attacking everything and everyone in his reach, as if trying to express the pain he's in while no longer having the words to do it.

They either have to take him down by force -- or try to reach the tortured soul within.

Powers: A body of living protoplasmic mud that can shapeshift into crude shapes. Superhuman strength.

[fuckaccuracy]

Okay, you know what? Screw it, Gaige is gonna shoot this guy down until he can't move anymore. And while she had the gun for it, the bullets didn't really seem to be doing much. All it really did was make the big guy even more upset.

So much for shoot first and ask questions later.

Gaige just ducked out of the way as big, stupid and ugly charged at her.

"So uh, anybody else got ideas on how to take him down? Or am I gonna have to shoot some more?"

Sam Alexander and Namorita | Poison Ivy

[gothamvillains]

Joker's Poison Ivy was once a brilliant and beautiful Titanian botanist. Now, with her mind damaged by torture, she's fallen into the role that was given to her, of sultry seductress.

"You're going to bow down to me. It's in your nature -- and nature itself is at my command."

If someone else were saying it, it might come off a little saucy, but it's clear that her mind isn't all there. Her eyes are unfocused and her eyelids twitch as she walks towards them.

Plants spring around her wherever she walks, cracking up sidewalks, crushing cars, and tearing apart buildings. Though she has a cold exterior, it's clear from the carnage that rage and pain are right under the surface.

Powers: Plant growth and manipulation. Her native Titanian telepathy also works, but it's weaker and geared only towards making others love her. It can be fought with enough willpower.

Blue Rose and Yuuri Katsuki | Firefly

[gothamvillains]

Firefly laughs maniacally as he lights buildings on far in downtown Relegg. Unlike some of Joker's other "friends," he's an actual arsonist, in this for the sheer joy of it. He jumped at the chance of causing some mayhem.

"Look at how they dance. So beautiful."

There are forms that look like people dancing in the flames; they move like living things as they spread and try to consume the actual people running from the fires springing up.

Powers: A human, with no natural powers. However, he has a flame gun that lets him set things on fire, and even cause explosions. His antigrav wings let him fly and his clothes are completely fire retardant.

Inahime and Casey Jones | Killer Croc

[gothamvillains]

Who knows what species the poor man Killer Croc once was used to be. All that matters now is that he's been mutated into something huge, toothy, and scaly -- and his mind has been twisted to match.

"Hungry..."

He's a man of few words, but only because he wants to fill his mouth up with something else: people.

Powers: Superhuman strength, durability, and senses. Reptilian teeth, claws, and scale-like skin. Healing factor.

Jason Lee Scott and Vance Astrovik | Scarecrow

[gothamvillains]

Another one of the Joker's actual volunteers, the Scarecrow needed no mental manipulation -- he's in this one for the jollies.

A Naltorian born with future blindness, Lema Len went into psychology and became fascinated with people's fears of what might happen in the future.

Now he has a chance to explore that fear.

"True fear is the absence of hope. And you're getting in the way of that hope being destroyed. Now you're the ones who need to be afraid."

Powers: No powers, but armed with a fear gas that can cause people to hallucinate their worst fears. This can either be used to turn innocent Carggites against the Legionnaires by tricking them into thinking the Legionnaires are what they fear, or if the Legionnaires are caught in an area with tech suppression, they might find their transuits failing so that they have to fight through the effects of the fear gas.

JOKER SHOWDOWN - Dave Strider, Barry Allen, Wash

[chronoblivionnpcs]

It's broadcasted on the many screens through the city.

"Oh Legionnaaaires, come out and plaaay!" he crows, challenging them. He pulls a Batman costume out of seemingly nowhere and flaps the cowl at the camera drone.

"I know, I know, none of you want to be the one to wear the bat-suit nightie, but what can I say?" He waggles his eyebrows. "I'm a clown of very particular tastes."

[unrecovered]

"What, no clinking glass bottles? I'm disappointed."

It hadn't taken long to triangulate the source of the broadcast; it had taken a hell of a lot longer to get there and try to prep for what was sure to be a hellish fight. Wash had run into Dave and Barry along the way, and they'd all figured that teamwork was going to work a lot better than the successive one-on-one Stormtrooper method.

Fifteen minutes of prep (turns out speedsters are dead useful when they actually want to work - thanks, Barry) had turned up an empty refrigerator and several lengths of chain forcibly taken from several members of the Joker's gang who probably still didn't know what had hit them. They couldn't bring the fridge to the Joker; they'd have to bring him to the fridge somehow. That meant that the plan included goading an unstable madman into following them for a distance until they could grab him and fridge him.

Well, if there's one thing Wash is really good at, it's pissing people off.

"You know," he continues, walking towards the photo-negative Joker with a calm, measured, purposefully arrogant step, "we have stories about you where I'm from. Turns out you're a joke, and I'm not talking Bill Engvall, Chris Rock, actual high quality comedy joke. No, you're open mic night at a backwater midwest college town, where if you get a laugh, it's out of pity." Hit him where it hurts - right in his sense of humor. "Sure, you scare a few people, cause some damage, and you might even kill someone if you get lucky, but you always lose. That never changes. And hell, you said it yourself: you're only the opening act, and that's all you'll ever be."

Come on, Joker. Jump him. Let's get this party started.