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[optic_blasts]

[A spandex (actually it's lycra and made with unstable molecules)-clad superhero comes stumbling out of a field of corn. He was trapped in a maize. Rimshot. He's got torn stalks of corn in his hand, his uniform is ripped (did you want some beef with that corn) and he looks like he's just fended off an army of husked corn monsters and has been

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[blowsurmind]

Heard what?

[optic_blasts]

I was trapped. For days.

[blowsurmind]

Dude, seriously?

[optic_blasts]

[Sigh.]

I'm going to need a new costume.

[raccooniverse]

...

...

... should we have?

[optic_blasts]

Apparently not.

[Pinches the bridge of his nose, just under his visor, and lets out a small, annoyed grunt.]

[raccooniverse]

So... You were having fantastic corn adventures and no one knew about it?

[optic_blasts]

I'd hardly use the word "fantastic." It was more "traumatic" and "extremely tedious" than anything.

[pussyfortono]

. . . what happened?

[optic_blasts]

I may have just saved the entire camp from a corn army invasion. A secret invasion, apparently.

[pussyfortono]

Corn?

[optic_blasts]

Yes. Corn.

[bakibakibaki]

Oh? And what happened to you?

[optic_blasts]

Corn attacked. I don't expect you to believe me.

[bakibakibaki]

I don't doubt it, with the way camp is.

[optic_blasts]

Well, that's certainly a welcome change.

[byakuran]

Hm, it looks like you've had a bit of fun.

[optic_blasts]

...Fun. Are you kidding me?!?

[byakuran]

I do at times, yes.

[optic_blasts]

[Lifts up his visor to rub his eyes.]

Next time camp needs someone to stop an invasion of mutant corn stalks, they can call the damn Avengers for all I care.