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Letters to Super C: #29
To the mighty Cat of Steel, SuperCat
Dear Sir:
How do you do? I wanted to thank you and all the G-52s (as well as the C.I.D.F.) for your help in preventing that crowd crush that would have attacked Dallas, Texas. Everybody acts as if it is illegal to use common sense, it seems. Yes; it's true that it will be 2044 before the next solar eclipse happens (unless my math is off), but the crowd could have settled for just looking at it on the internet. If only the weather had cooperated; everybody was behaving themselves in Austin. But then it decided to get stormy. It makes you wonder if the weather is in cahoots with the supernatural forces picking up where CNG left off. (I don't think so; I think that was just a coincidence.)
Anyways, I wish to point out I was a Minotaur to start with, but the Snare Soldier appointed me the head of the Drumbum Minotaurs, and we are based out of Dallas, similar to how the units of ligers are based in Washington, D.C., or that group of Drumbum Coyotes all from the same hometown as Zachary Chandler. We have many recruits, however, that were once human until CNG got them, so we will be getting in contact with you again soon in order to have them documented. That way, the forces of evil can't do anything to them. Instead, they got in the habit of hearing the "clop, clop" sound of hooves marching in step. Some of them admitted to me that they had no idea the definition of a Minotaur was half man, half bull. (They also said the story of Theseus gives all Minotaurs a bad name. Ask Marcus the Minotaur, your recruit, and I'm sure he'll tell you the same thing.)
But my question was this: have you any idea why the public was feeling guilty about the whole thing? We clearly underestimated the aftereffects of CNG and/or the supernatural forces picking up where it left off. Our field show we performed on the football field where the Dallas Cowboys play their home games was only meant to serve as pre-show entertainment before the big eclipse began. But what did it do? It silenced the crowd, and half of them hung their heads in shame. Some vowed never to travel again, and even more saddening to us was hearing about how the supernatural forces killed some of these people, simply because they made the efforts to see the eclipse in totality.
A marching band's purpose is to boost the morale of the people, not drain it. I don't think we made a mistake choosing the music we did, because it was a traditional patriotic medley, and the images we formed were images Leo the Patriotic Lion would appreciate. Our music apparently has the same problem he has when he speaks; the humans assume they must obey him to the letter, or the penalty will be death. I'll never understand it. I thought the humans were meant to have dominion over the earth; instead, the honor has been transferred over to us members of the animal kingdom. We don't want it! Do we? Well, I don't.
Anyways, thanks for letting me write to you, and I'm sorry if you found this letter confusing. I could be wrong, but when you factor the CNG transformations, my troops to which this applies are the first Drumbums ever to join that were once human beings.
Sincerely yours,
Miles Grandridge, age 37 (Minotaur)
Dallas, Texas, USA
Super C's response:
Dear Miles:
I don't think you have anything to worry about, for as you said, it was not your fault. All you and your troops intended to do was to get the crowd to listen to your performance. There was no reason for the supernatural to turn it into a scene of extreme angst, guilt, and remorse. That's what it is doing, though; these humans (not all of them, mind you; just a good chunk of them) are being conditioned into beating themselves up over everything, even if the mistake is the littlest of mistakes. Cripto tells me it reminds him of the days when the meltdowns he had led him to do the same thing, but in his case, it was his autism. In your case, it was the supernatural brainwashing humanity into believing it doesn't desevere to live, let alone live in a free country such as the United States of America. Instead, elementary school kids are asking why we haven't ceased being the USA and started being the UEL (United Empire of Leo), a nation and/or world where Leo is in charge, and whatever he says goes. Leo himself does not want this either.
In speaking with the mayor of Dallas, Eric Johnson, he said that there were some people who knew there were limits to this, but still came anyway. We're working with him to try and restore the reputation Dallas should have, because now everybody is preaching that Houston is the better city between the two. Even if they are telling the truth, Dallas is still a vital city to the Lone Star State. (Ask the head of the Fab 5, "Callahan Cody" Belachman, and he'll tell you the same thing. He did switch his allegiance from the Cowboys to the Texans, and in the case of basketball, from the Mavericks to the Rockets, as evident when he had the mascot of the Texans, Toro, visit his house recently. He did, however, invite the Dallas mascots to his place at a later date because he wanted to hear their opinions on the problem.)
So to answer your question, your music had nothing to do with it. The supernatural just used it as an excuse to make the public feel guilty, and now they have a very severe fear of what will happen to them in the afterlife, but that's a discussion for another time. (One guy told me he regrets literally every decision he ever made. I don't see how that's possible, or why anybody would do that. What if you made the right decision, or a good one that changed somebody else's life? That's nothing to regret.)
I'll never understand it myself, but I do see it as how times are changing. Previously, the humans were extremely ungrateful for the services we G-52s and our allies provided (and this includes you and your Drumbum Minotaurs). They said superheroes were vigilantes, and thus, lawbreakers. Now they're apologizing to us for that, but they're also apologizing for everything they ever did, and some are apologizing for even existing. (Cripto learned from these errors and moved on; why not the public?) In the end, it shows how the public is its own worst enemy; the supervillains in the F5 Terror Force haven't even bothered to try something recently (apart from their sudden attack on WU, Wildcat University), because they're letting the public destroy themselves instead.
Thanks for your letter, and let's keep in touch. The C.I.D.F. acts as the sister organization to the G-52s, and so we'll be looking for a good day to document the troops.
Yours truly,
Simon Corrineson, a.k.a. SuperCat, the Cat of Steel
Commander-in-Chief of the G-52 Organization of Superheroes
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Letters to Super C: #29
To the mighty Cat of Steel, SuperCat
Dear Sir:
How do you do? I wanted to thank you and all the G-52s (as well as the C.I.D.F.) for your help in preventing that crowd crush that would have attacked Dallas, Texas. Everybody acts as if it is illegal to use common sense, it seems. Yes; it's true that it will be 2044 before the next solar eclipse happens (unless my math is off), but the crowd could have settled for just looking at it on the internet. If only the weather had cooperated; everybody was behaving themselves in Austin. But then it decided to get stormy. It makes you wonder if the weather is in cahoots with the supernatural forces picking up where CNG left off. (I don't think so; I think that was just a coincidence.)
Anyways, I wish to point out I was a Minotaur to start with, but the Snare Soldier appointed me the head of the Drumbum Minotaurs, and we are based out of Dallas, similar to how the units of ligers are based in Washington, D.C., or that group of Drumbum Coyotes all from the same hometown as Zachary Chandler. We have many recruits, however, that were once human until CNG got them, so we will be getting in contact with you again soon in order to have them documented. That way, the forces of evil can't do anything to them. Instead, they got in the habit of hearing the "clop, clop" sound of hooves marching in step. Some of them admitted to me that they had no idea the definition of a Minotaur was half man, half bull. (They also said the story of Theseus gives all Minotaurs a bad name. Ask Marcus the Minotaur, your recruit, and I'm sure he'll tell you the same thing.)
But my question was this: have you any idea why the public was feeling guilty about the whole thing? We clearly underestimated the aftereffects of CNG and/or the supernatural forces picking up where it left off. Our field show we performed on the football field where the Dallas Cowboys play their home games was only meant to serve as pre-show entertainment before the big eclipse began. But what did it do? It silenced the crowd, and half of them hung their heads in shame. Some vowed never to travel again, and even more saddening to us was hearing about how the supernatural forces killed some of these people, simply because they made the efforts to see the eclipse in totality.
A marching band's purpose is to boost the morale of the people, not drain it. I don't think we made a mistake choosing the music we did, because it was a traditional patriotic medley, and the images we formed were images Leo the Patriotic Lion would appreciate. Our music apparently has the same problem he has when he speaks; the humans assume they must obey him to the letter, or the penalty will be death. I'll never understand it. I thought the humans were meant to have dominion over the earth; instead, the honor has been transferred over to us members of the animal kingdom. We don't want it! Do we? Well, I don't.
Anyways, thanks for letting me write to you, and I'm sorry if you found this letter confusing. I could be wrong, but when you factor the CNG transformations, my troops to which this applies are the first Drumbums ever to join that were once human beings.
Sincerely yours,
Miles Grandridge, age 37 (Minotaur)
Dallas, Texas, USA
Super C's response:
Dear Miles:
I don't think you have anything to worry about, for as you said, it was not your fault. All you and your troops intended to do was to get the crowd to listen to your performance. There was no reason for the supernatural to turn it into a scene of extreme angst, guilt, and remorse. That's what it is doing, though; these humans (not all of them, mind you; just a good chunk of them) are being conditioned into beating themselves up over everything, even if the mistake is the littlest of mistakes. Cripto tells me it reminds him of the days when the meltdowns he had led him to do the same thing, but in his case, it was his autism. In your case, it was the supernatural brainwashing humanity into believing it doesn't desevere to live, let alone live in a free country such as the United States of America. Instead, elementary school kids are asking why we haven't ceased being the USA and started being the UEL (United Empire of Leo), a nation and/or world where Leo is in charge, and whatever he says goes. Leo himself does not want this either.
In speaking with the mayor of Dallas, Eric Johnson, he said that there were some people who knew there were limits to this, but still came anyway. We're working with him to try and restore the reputation Dallas should have, because now everybody is preaching that Houston is the better city between the two. Even if they are telling the truth, Dallas is still a vital city to the Lone Star State. (Ask the head of the Fab 5, "Callahan Cody" Belachman, and he'll tell you the same thing. He did switch his allegiance from the Cowboys to the Texans, and in the case of basketball, from the Mavericks to the Rockets, as evident when he had the mascot of the Texans, Toro, visit his house recently. He did, however, invite the Dallas mascots to his place at a later date because he wanted to hear their opinions on the problem.)
So to answer your question, your music had nothing to do with it. The supernatural just used it as an excuse to make the public feel guilty, and now they have a very severe fear of what will happen to them in the afterlife, but that's a discussion for another time. (One guy told me he regrets literally every decision he ever made. I don't see how that's possible, or why anybody would do that. What if you made the right decision, or a good one that changed somebody else's life? That's nothing to regret.)
I'll never understand it myself, but I do see it as how times are changing. Previously, the humans were extremely ungrateful for the services we G-52s and our allies provided (and this includes you and your Drumbum Minotaurs). They said superheroes were vigilantes, and thus, lawbreakers. Now they're apologizing to us for that, but they're also apologizing for everything they ever did, and some are apologizing for even existing. (Cripto learned from these errors and moved on; why not the public?) In the end, it shows how the public is its own worst enemy; the supervillains in the F5 Terror Force haven't even bothered to try something recently (apart from their sudden attack on WU, Wildcat University), because they're letting the public destroy themselves instead.
Thanks for your letter, and let's keep in touch. The C.I.D.F. acts as the sister organization to the G-52s, and so we'll be looking for a good day to document the troops.
Yours truly,
Simon Corrineson, a.k.a. SuperCat, the Cat of Steel
Commander-in-Chief of the G-52 Organization of Superheroes
Super C's twenty-ninth letter.
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