*putting on a Stan Lee mask made from mud and straw, waving hands in the air mysteriously*
A hero appears… and she shall be called… SPARKJOY!
And she can make bad guys… throw away their stuff! Zap! Their laser gun goes right in the trash!
*a hooting and hollering as the attended faithful begin a shuffling dance around a fire*
I’ve been reading Sean Howe’s book about Marvel Comics this last week and how they were arriving a bit late to every cultural party, chasing the blaxploitation/kung fu/disco dollar and it sparked the above idea about a cargo cult coming up with superheroes. That’s it. That’s the whole bit.