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[Your backyard. Stark naked. This face.]

I wasn't expecting any more gifts.

Zod can scarcely believe his luck. Not that luck was very heavily relied upon, as his tightening grip seems to suggest Darkseid would have to pry Faora from lifeless arms before he left her behind.

Still, it's difficult not to feel like celebrating as the haze of teleportation clears and he sees her, standing in their mansion, outlined by their ( Read more... )

Zod doesn't often need to be reminded of his orders. Especially not when they're this simple; the task itself should be as easy as adding another corpse to a crowded morgue. So being visited and told he has one final day to get it done wasn't part of his plan, nor was the deferment that led to the unpleasant encounter ( Read more... )

What Your Name Says About You


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You Are Cookie Monster


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It feels like a prison again.

You Are a Purple Peep


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Zod hasn't had a good last couple of days. His misunderstanding with Tess was only the beginning of a long downward spiral that finally hit bottom--with a great deal of force--early this morning. To say he's tired and out of sorts would be a gross understatement ( Read more... )