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These have been pretty entertaining...
http://chroniclesofcisco.tumblr.com/
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Chapter One
Note to self: Meta-humans love turkey enchiladas.
Well, at least Peek-a-boo, I mean Shawna, likes them. She ate the whole pan then told me to tell my mom thanks. I can see it now Yo Momma, this hot, teleporting thief that I am obsessed with loved your enchiladas. Yeah, I think Ill pass on that one. Id like to live a little bit longer. At least until the new Star Wars.
So girls like food. Got it. Why havent I figured this out sooner?! This could have saved me so many lost comics.
I sat in Shawnas transport cell for the first time today. The mirrors are pretty creepy, but totally necessary. She is definitely a flight risk. Usually, when I try to say hey and bring her food and stuff she just turns around. I get it, privacy is important. My brother and I had to share a room through all high school and it was the worst! But back to my convo with Shawna, she went on and on about that stupid Clay Parker guy that left her hanging. Of course she still loves him hes a jerk and hes dumb and I am smart and awesome and hello Friend zone, so nice to visit again. I wonder if theyll pass out shirts this time around?
Shawnas powers are pretty sick. Apparently if she doesnt teleport correctly there are some minor explosions. So obviously, I designed a gun based on that exact idea. I call it the Peek-a-BOOM! And it is my new favorite. Get this. A gun that when you shoot it directly at an object, say a teddy bear, it teleports the object to the next place you aim, and then causes an explosion! So, its not that practical, no biggie. Ill keep the Boom for leisure time. If only rebuilding the molecular structure of the plush toys was easier. Oh well, RIP S.T.A.R. Labs teddy bears. You died for awesomeness and science.
Oh crap, I should stop exploding these bears and give her one, shouldnt I?! Meh. I feel like shes the type that would appreciate the Peek-a-Boom more. Thats it! Ill tell her shes my meta-muse, give her the gun and shell fall madly in love with me Or shoot me, but its worth the gamble.
To be continued
- Posted: February 24, 2015
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The Cold Gun
AKA, one of my biggest mistakes. Granted, having a gun that can freeze anything on impact is ridiculously cool, but this experiment was not worth it. I almost lost one of my best friends because of this stupid (but still awesome) gun.
- Posted: March 10, 2015
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Chapter Two
I always avoid eye contact when I drop off Prisms daily grub and vitamins. Youknow, because hes a meta-human that can control peoples emotions with hiseyes. Wow, I just realized how crazy that sounded. My life is awesome. Well,back to Prism. Today I showed up with my new mirrored sunglasses (coated with high density reflective glass, name pending- Stunna Shades) and stared straight into his baby browns. He, of course, tried to whammy me. I mean cmon man, with these glasses you could stare straight at a nuclear explosion and it would just look like a blooming, smoky, badass flower. The whammie must have bounced off the glasses and hit him instead. Boo. Ya. The first self-whammie, ladies and gentlemen. Or multiple self-whammies, it seems, because his mood kept changing he went from furious to devastated yup I gave him a hug to what can only be described as the most annoying emotion in the world really, really happy.
Hey, Im a pretty cheerful guy myself, but this dude just wouldnt stop talking about all the things that make his life sick. Including the new found solitude - it gives him time to read and think and compose paintings in his head. Talk about making the best of a situation, am I right? Hes also enthused about the steady supply of Big Belly burgers and the view of the particle accelerator from his cell. Can someone talk you to death? Im serious, like, is whammying by words a thing?
My big mistake was asking Prism for input on his supervillain name. He said he wanted to be called and I kid you not Rainbow Raider. Caitlin would be so pleased that the Meta chose the same name as her. Yeah, Im obviously not going to tell her. The I-told-you-so face will have to wait until the next time shes right. Countdown, three seconds. Besides, Prism is much more suave than Rainbow Raider that sounds like the name of a Glimmer Wing My Little Pony (cue the Brony jokes.)
After an hour, Prism finally came down from his trip to la la land. Before yesterday, the psycho wouldnt even tell me what allergies he had. Now, I know every detail of his life before and post superpowers. He was a weird dude then and hes a weird dude now, but he likes to paint. That is something not supervillainy and surprisingly sweet. I think for his next rec time Im gonna surprise him with a set of water colors and let him go wild. Hmmm, maybe I can ask him to paint something for Shawna. What to paint for a girl who loves teleporting, punk rock, and bad boys? Got it - a teleporting, punk rock bad boy! I could model. No, something she would actually like. Ill get my brother Dante to model. Ladies love him. Till next time Cisco, OUT!
- Posted: March 16, 2015
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Chapter Three
Fun story, I almost got murdered today. Let me rewind a bit. Momma if you ever read this, dont be mad, I obviously survived and yada yada yada. Calm down. So I went to drop off the Mists food through the slot, but when I got there he was straight up passed out. I knocked on the glass and he didnt respond. Kyle KYLE NIMBUS, I yelled. He wasnt breathing. Nothing. The next part is the dumb part. Some real Harry Potter chasing Voldemort without Ron and Hermione kind of stupid. You know what, Nimbus kind of resembles Voldemort .
Anyways, I went in with my gas mask secured hella tight and when I leaned over to check his pulse his eyes opened wide. I swear he smiled as he morphed into a green haze then wrapped himself around my neck like a snake! I couldnt tear him off and then he became a man again. A crazy, trained assassin man who once worked for the most dangerous mob in Central City, mind you. He said hed prefer to feel my neck in his hands and I, obviously, very much so preferred the opposite. It was all a blur of me punching and him absorbing the blows until he was done playing with me. Um, whos playing, bro? Im karate-ing the crap outta you. Then he got my mask off, I was so screwed. Okay, so then Im squirming on the floor, breathing in well, mist, definitely asphyxiating. My gas mask is chilling in the corner just looking right at me. Also, Im pretty sure I tasted him so gross. Yes, I am eating toothpaste by the tube now. The taste of evil is no cherry slushy.
So there I am, smothered in his toxic fumes when Caitlin shows up rocking her own gas mask and a handheld vacuum. Like a car vacuum. It was so jank but brilliant. Only Caitlin. She put that baby on full blast then cleaned that scumbag right up. Then she yelled at me with the fury of a thousand angry mothers. I was still trying to get my breath back (and check to make sure I didnt need a new pair of underoos.) But I did manage a thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.
You know, I was thinking, this was all supposed to be temporary. Wells said we would try to rehabilitate these people, find another solution. I never thought I would actually have to be a prison guard to the citys most powerful and deadliest. Prisons, irl, are lame. None of us can be reduced to our worst decisions, our gravest mistakes. Even as the Mist was trying to kill me, I kind of saw his point. Locking people up is only going to make them angrier. And what if that person is innocent (see Barrys dad) or really really cute (see Peek-a-boo.) Why did we even build this damn prison in the first place? Whatever, I probably lost too many brain cells today.
I didnt lose too many it seems! Caitlin gave me a great idea for a new toy. Think vacuum. Okay, now imagine a giant, man-sized vacuum built with the power of an F4 tornado you aim at a bad guy and WHOOMPF - hes literally sucked through a hose and into a dust bag. Writing that made it seem a bit dumb. I guess I did lose too many brain cells. Okay, nap time.
Cisco. Peace! (And slushies.)
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- Posted: March 23, 2015
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Chapter Four
Get ready, this is a big one. A real dream come true. Everyone said it was a bad idea. Caitlin, Barry, all of them. Oh well. You ready?
Cinema Cisco. BOOM. It finally happened. The first moderately successful movie night in the Pipeline. And it was the Weather Wizards first night too! Damn, Im good. So, Ive tried to rig up monitors in the cells like a million times but The Mist kept trying to kill me and Prism kept trying to whammy me. I mean, cut a guy some slack. Im trying to give ya some entertainment, people. This time, though, I recruited a really cool, teleporting lady. Maybe you know her? Peek-a-boo (Shawna!) - I promised she could have peanut M&Ms in her popcorn if she would be my lookout while I set the scarier ones screens up. Btw, ew. M&Ms? Im all about that sour patch and popcorn mix.
The screens were up, the metas all in their respective cells, it was almost perfect until Mr. Handsome Weather Wizard started boohooing my movie choice. Who doesnt dig The Goonies? Chunk, Data, Mama Fratelli, Sloth!!! Murderous meta-humans. WW riled em up, screaming for a vote. I think hes just bummed Barry caught him in what, like, three minutes? Not impressed.
But I still asked what Shawna would vote for. Not the Goonies, she said. My heart is broken. She went on that the movie doesnt stand the test of time. I almost snagged back her popcorn. Im out of love and Im back in. Yeah, Im easy. All she had to do was offer me a seat and a bite of her popcorn concoction. Honestly, it wasnt that bad.
I paused the movie with a plan. I didnt want the movie night to be another disaster and the Weather Wizard wouldnt shut his pie hole so Id let them think they were choosing the film. All I had to do was stack the odds in The Goonies favor. They could choose between Goonies, Mean Girls, the Godfather part III, and Pearl Harbor. Easy, right? Nope. They chose Mean Girls. Literally, every single one of them. Prism drew an explanation point as well as a very detailed rendering of me holding a piece of the tiara from the ending. I left him for like two seconds, tops! Oh, and Im definitely hanging this in my living room. I look powerful.
I popped the movie in, prepared for more mayhem and hijinks from the metas, but instead a magical thing happened everyone was silent, engaged, and dare I say happy. The best part was after Mean Girls, when I did my usual rounds, no one tried to murder me. Now I just gotta figure out the next movie choice. Was Tina Fey the key to their viewing pleasure or was it Lindsay Lohan? Should I try to stream that Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt show or whack them with a double dose of Lohan in the Parent Trap? Either way, Cinema Cisco will return.
Till next time, remember -
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- Posted: March 30, 2015
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The Heat Gun
The opposite of the Cold Gun. This little guy was filled with highly concentrated combustible liquid fuel that ignited on contact with the air. In retrospect, creating a gun to fight a huge Marshmallow man was a bit of waste of tech. Imagine the smores, though!
- Posted: April 6, 2015