15 Years Later: Still No Moore!

People are idiots. 15 years ago FORCE OPS showed Franklin Moore for the crooked politician (are there any other kind?) he was. He gets drummed out of town after Michael "Golden Boy" O'Conner sweeps him in the '92 election.

And now he's frakking back. Seems like there's a bunch of politicos and business creeps (and others who I can't name, 'cause, you know, I like breathing) who say Moore's rehabilitated, and that it's time to bring back his "zero tolerance" platform on "costumed terrorists". And of course he's running as a frakking Republican. Idiots -- he hasn't changed his stripes; hell he should be wearing frakking prison stripes. And he would if all those records FORCE OPS turned up hadn't been ruled inadmissible.

Don't get me wrong -- there's no way that O'Conner should get a fourth term even if he is an "independent" but this is not the way to stop him.. We need fresh blood, not frakking recycled green blood.

An Open Letter to Dr. Metropolis

Dr. Metropolis:

They say you are the living embodiment of the city, that you instinctively understand Freedom City on a level that the rest of us can't even comprehend. And after seeing the wonders you wrought rebuilding the city after the Terminus invasion during the 1990s, it's obvious that they are right. You know this city, you know what's right for it, even if you won't take a political stand against the stagnating malignancy that is the Michael O'Conner administration.

We know you have the city's best interests at heart which is why I urge you to break your affiliation with the Freedom League. Our city has borne the brunt of countless extraplaner, extraterrestrial, and even subterranean invasions and yet the Freedom League has abandoned us to our fate, abandoned this city to its fate so that they can secret themselves away in their Lighthouse.

In leaving, they betrayed us. You though, you are still here. You understand why this is the greatest city on Earth, and that's why you must sever your ties to the Freedom League. Your place is here, not on some space station, not in the depths of space. It's here.

We need you. Your city needs you. Your city understands you. The League does not.

Sincerely,

Infinity Lord
Editor
The Constant Sentinel

Centurion: Earth's Deadest Hero

Centurion … Earth's Greatest Hero? Right, more like Earth's deadest hero!

The planet's greatest champion died fighting Omega and his legions on April 21, 1993. Omega had opened a portal from Terminus to Freedom City and sent hundreds -- no thousands -- of shock troopers through trying to establish a beachhead he could us to conquer Earth.

Centurion led the Freedom League in their counterstrike against Omega, and he landed the blow that shattered Terminus' dictator's containment suit. The energy backlash killed Centurion instantly, but allowed the rest of the Freedom League to drive the villain back through the gate.

That was 14 long years ago, Fourteen years without that famous fry of "Defeat to Tyrants!" Fourteen years Fourteen years without the sight of the sun glinting off his golden armor as he flies over the city. Fourteen years of lesser heroes dying and coming back from the dead. Fourteen years rotting in a tomb.

Pathetic.

Don't get me wrong -- Centurion was great in his day, one of the best if not the best. But real heroes don't stay dead. Real heroes do the Lazarus thing three or four times in their careers … and clones or androids or whatever other knock off has crawled out of the ooze this week doesn't count.

Real heroes don't let their fans down. And it's as simple as that.