PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I KNEW IT! I knew this couldn't possibly be as awesome as I originally thought it was. CLARK? I think we should blow it up.

Some "Facts" About My Future

( We once stopped a bad guy with huge catapults of ice cream. We were all sick for days later from eating all the rest before it melted. )

Most of these are outright lies. You people keep asking about the future, I'm going to keep on making more shit up. However, there might be things on this list that are partially or one hundred percent true. No, I'm not fucking telling what they are, and if anyone else tells, you guys know what I'll do to you, so I suggest you start making the bigger shit up too if you're not telling things to stop these fucking crappy futures or you're not keeping it to little things people could pretty much already guess, because I want to go home to my own goddamned timeline and not some timeline where we traded in cars for unicorns that shoot rainbows out their asses.

Okay! There's people and facts left to share, so who wants to know about themselves in the future? I've got time to kill.

[ooc: HAHAHA, JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR. This is all IC. Only Ben is obsessed with breaking the future. Me, I'm loving you guys and all the stuff you're doing.]

Time travel is weird.

I feel something, I sense something in the city. What.. is it? WHO is it?

I got a headache. Which is weird, since I don't get those. This is a very big change. Especially for this place. I was planning to announce that I just got a dog and am open to suggestions about names. Or I'd talk about a library book I read about the Civil War, and how gratifying and right it felt for the slaves when they were freed by Lincoln. Freedom is a good thing.

But all that seems trivial now, compared to what's going on. I wonder what my future is right, but maybe it's better I don't know.. fuck, I don't know what I want I know it's a shock. It's a surprise. People from the future. It's happening, we know that. But what I am wondering now is.. if anyone knows why. There must be a reason, a purpose. Nothing is random here. Far as I know

how am I supposed to stop him from getting tortured and lost in the speed force if he won't even take me seriously for ten seconds.


I can't do this.

CLARK YOU IDIOT! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO HOLD ON LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET MY BALANCE AND NOT END UP SOMEWHERE ELSE! DIDN’T THEY TEACH YOU THAT IN HOW TO PROPERLY SAVE PEOPLE FROM WEIRD PLACES CLASS? GOD.