The Death of a Hero

It depresses my soul to admit the fact that I was defeated. I cowered away like so many of my enemies had done in the past and I stand humiliated. Tales of my defeat ring out from the Shirtless Halls of Righteousness to the Great Shirtless Beyond. This failure will haunt me till the end of time and my punishment is to right what has been wronged.

This foe of mine cannot be conquered alone I fear. If I am to defeat this great monstrosity of evil I will need to abandon my pride and request assistance from an unlikely source.

I have to call my friend Cool Guy.

The Shirtless Mobile was still in the shop on the evening we agreed to go on patrol together. Cool Guy pulled up to the house about seven or eight in his pickup truck and we went to work filling the bed with as much protein powder and containers of water as we could. The F-150 was overflowing with powder and I thought to myself this should last me through the night.

We embarked on our journey that evening. I was overjoyed to find that Cool Guy had a working heater in his truck. I would not need to worry about losing any strength prior to our encounter with the evil one.

It was not long before we drove past Brad. He was loitering with a group of miscreants in front of a fast food establishment. I knew Brad and his henchmen were up to no good, but I was on a mission so I decided to leave him be this one time. We drove past several violent muggings, a four alarm fire, and a cat stuck in a tree before we finally found our target. I ushered Cool Guy to park his truck quickly so we could begin our battle. Cool Guy insisted we drive a little further because we were in a no parking zone. I didn’t have time to point out the evils of setting up a no parking zone after 9 pm so I leaped out of the vehicle while Cool Guy found better parking.

The cold night air hit my shirtless chest like a sledgehammer as I approached my enemy ready for the battle to begin.

“Die heathen!” I exclaimed as I gave the first blow. My enemy flew back and crashed into a dumpster but quickly rose seemingly unscathed.

“You know if you wait until the final moment before tightening your fist it makes for a stronger punch.” He began his attacks. “If you want I can bring you a book on proper fighting styles.”

I had already collapsed to the ground from the onslaught when Cool Guy came jogging around the corner and helped me back to my feet. “Oh, I know who this guy is” Cool Guy said in a nonchalant tone.

“You know my greatest enemy?!”

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t call him an enemy really as much as he’s just kind of annoying. I hear they call him a douche bag back where he comes from, so some of the heroes here have taken to calling him Douche Man.”

The pieces are starting to fall into place.

“Well… how do we defeat him then Cool Guy?”

“You know, I never really cared one way or the other about defeating him. He never really bothered me much anyway.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Cool Guy was going soft on me.

Without another word I launched another volley of attacks at Douche Man which had little effect on him. To my surprise, Cool Guy just kind of hung out talking to him without reacting to his idiosyncrasies. I think that had the biggest effect on Douche Man than anything I was doing.

It became apparent that Douche Man couldn’t handle the fact of someone not falling to pieces because of his annoyances. Cool Guy remained calm throughout the ordeal and continued to hang out, listening to Douche Man’s mind numbing drivel. The only time he reacted was when he nodded his head and agreed with whatever was being said. Douche Man fell to the ground and I took this as my moment of opportunity to end the confrontation. I gathered the every last ounce of strength I had and prepared the Shirtless Shriek.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHH!” I cried, “BAAAAAAAGGHHHH!”

I continued my onslaught until I saw in Douche Man’s face the same sense of defeat he’d caused me in our last encounter. His ears were bleeding as I saw my foe retreat into the darkness from whence he came.

But I soon realized my victory came at a heavy price. For lying on the ground I saw my comrade Cool Guy. His body lay lifeless in the parking lot, I rushed to his side to see if he was still breathing… NO!

I let out an anguished roar as I discovered that my friend had passed on. All of the windows in the area shattered and a few pedestrian’s heads blew up. I carried my fallen comrade’s body back to his vehicle and placed him gently in the passenger seat. Before getting in the truck, I refueled on protein powder and water. Several thoughts raced through my mind as I sat in the driver seat staring at Cool Guy’s lifeless body.

How am I going to explain this to his girlfriend? Is it too early to ask her out? Does he blame me for his death? Would he mind if I kept his truck?

I turned the heater up full blast as I drove into the night mourning a fallen hero.

The Enemy of My Enemy is Not My Friend

I was out on patrol last night when suddenly, for reasons unknown, I lost control of the Shirtless Mobile and collided with a parked car. Sensing that the owner was filled with evil I felt as though justice was served and sped away. Unfortunately I didn’t get far, for I had destroyed my radiator and my vehicle sputtered to a halt.

The weather was beginning to rapidly change and I knew that my shirtless powers would begin to wane the longer I was exposed to the cooling environment. This meant that I needed to finish my patrols with greater haste to remain efficient. As I ran down the street, I couldn’t help but feel this sense of urgency growing in the back of my mind. Was it my shirtless powers warning me that I was growing weaker? Feeling that this was the cause, I replenished myself on protein and water to strengthen my resolve and carried on. But the feeling continued to linger in the back of my mind.

As the night carried on I became aware of the danger my mind was trying to warn me of. Brad, my arch nemesis was attempting to rob a local Bank of America ATM by using a stolen card. I noticed the name on the card was Brad F. Hemmingway, a clear cut case of identity theft and grand larceny. As I attempted to spring into action and take this criminal mastermind down for good, my knees began to fail me. My powers began to weaken from the exposure to the elements. Before I could pull some reserve protein powder from my belt another figure approached the villainess swine. At first I believed it was an accomplice, but the way Brad reacted towards this mysterious figure showed me that they were not cohorts. Brad became noticeably aggravated; his eyes began to turn red as he raised his clinched fists in a silent rage.

The unknown figure didn’t appear dissuaded by Brad’s threatening motions however, and continued his assault. The figure just kept smiling and speaking in a deafening tone towards Brad. Moving closer and staring at him with a glazed look in his eyes. Brad’s attempts to stop the unwanted advancements were in vain. As Brad soon discovered, this was not a battle he could win. He quickly swiped the money along with his stolen ATM card before fleeing the scene.

Feeling as though I had found a kindred champion of justice, I moved in to introduce myself to the mysterious ally. I began to inquire as to why he had allowed the criminal to escape when he was clearly winning. It was not long before I realized this was no ally. With no warning, he had turned his attacks towards me. His heinous attacks consisted of, asking me questions with no intelligent thought that had no logical explanation. “Excuse me but, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” “It’s really cold out tonight; don’t you think it would be best that you put multiple layers of clothing on?”

It was almost too much for me to handle.

In my weakened condition I could not last long against his barrage of deadly annoyance. To shut him up, I attempted to use my shirtless shriek to disable the fiend. To my horror it appeared that either he was immune to my attacks or I was too weak to have any effect. As his mind numbingly asinine questions continued to wear on my last nerve, I had a choice to make. Would I stay and fight a battle I could possibly lose? Or would I retreat in order to fight another day? It was with great dread that I made my decision. If I were to continue my quest to stamp out evil, I needed to regain my strength. It is with no pride that I admit my first failure against the forces of evil. This was an evil I was not familiar with, an evil I was not prepared for.

Be warned however foul villain of mystery. The next time we meet, I will have my vengeance upon you.

…to be continued