2013
January 14th
The Volcano Guru materialized in Dusty Irwin's apartment, and made some adjustments, and left.
Dusty awoke from a nightmare.
The usual one.
"Fuckin memories...fuckin life", he mumbled.
Dustin "Dusty", Irwin lay on his fold-away bed in his rat hole apartment staring up at the ceiling.
It was all but decided at this point.
Maybe the world was too fucked up to fix.
Maybe nothing we do matters.
Maybe ideals are pathetic past a certain age.
Maybe what "you're supposed to do", is sell out, and have your dumb safe little life.
Dusty shook his head for the fiftieth time this afternoon, and whispered "I just can't do it", for the thirtieth.
"If it doesn't matter...then I can do what I want anyway", Dusty grumbled.
He rolled over, and looked at the the kitchen chair expecting the Jade-Shade costume to be there.
Instead, there was a note.
"Only peace brings peace. Only just acts create justice -The Volcano Guru".
Dusty looked at the note, and rethought his whole plan.
2024
October 21st.
Volcano Guru watched Dusty's violent path vanish, and another take shape.
A better one.
One without bloodthirsty crypto-fascist vigilantes.
Volcano Guru put his fists on his hips, and said "there, that's done".
THE END.
