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Gonna be sure to update the rosters later today after work.
The last time Brainiac was used, he had possessed Doomsday's body during the final battle in the Dark Alliance arc at the end of season 6. Superman then tackled him through a Boom Tube and threw him into the supermassive black hole at the center of the galaxy, which was supposed to be his killed-off-once-and-for-all-this-time moment.
However, given that Brainiac is a sentient AI, I don't see why he couldn't have a backup somewhere.
"Can I get ya a refill, mack?"
Bibbo Bibbowski stood behind the bar, drying a glass mug as he spoke to the last customer of the night in what was left of the Ace O' Clubs. The customer in question was a large man, hunched over the bar, holding his head in his hand with a lit cigarette held between his index and middle finger. A half-empty glass of beer was off to his side.
"No."
Bibbo placed the mug back onto the rack behind him and sighed heavily. "Supes' dyin' prob'ly is the worst thing that can happen to a burg like this, but trust me, I know from experience;" the former prize fighter turned to face the man, "We gotta keep ourselves going."
It's not that easy.
The man lifted his head up and put his cigarette between gritted teeth. His eyes were red from tears, but his expression was riddled with hate.
Hate for himself and the world he had to live in.
He left a large pile of bills on the bar before standing up and walking out. When he had first began doing the Unity's dirty work, the boss had set up a bank account with unlimited funds, to be used if and when money would be necessary. That account was still active today, and would have probably come in handy to him, if he had chosen to use it after today. Before walking away, he grabbed his glass of beer resting on the bar and raised it towards the poster of Superman displayed on Bibbo's wall.
Cheers Clark. I hope you found the peace in death that I could never find in life.
He downed the drink and set the glass down. He nodded a silent 'thank you' to the bartender before walking out. Stepping outside, Rudy Jones could see rescue crews trying to find their way through the smoldering remnants of the jungle that the Suicide Slum had become hours before. It actually was a miracle that the Ace O' Clubs was even standing. All three walls of it, that is. Could it actually have been God trying to give him a small sanctuary?
Rudy breathed smoke a final time and then put the butt out underneath of his boot. He rooted his hand through his jacket pocket for a moment, making certain that he still carried the instrument for which he had come to the Slum in the first place for. Satisfied, he began his long march into the burning field.
Almost thirty minutes later, Jones stopped walking and looked around him. Several emergency helicopters were in the air, fire trucks were littered in the distance, but he was alone enough for his needs. He had always been alone.
"I set out to kill what was left of my greatest enemy, and I thought I finally did it," he again searched his pocket, "but I was wrong. I'm still here." He pulled the gun from his jacket and looked down at it. Shining and black, it was heavier than he thought it should be. He wasn't sure if he'd actually die today. In human form, his abilities were greatly diminished, hopefully enough. He knew that nobody would recognize the body that he was now assuming the likeness of, and nobody would ever miss Raymond Maxwell Jones.
My path of death and hate ends here. With me.
Rudy raised the weapon into his open mouth.
I guess today really was the first day of the rest of my life.
When the lone gunshot echoed through the Suicide Slum, nobody cared.
Stick a fork in me, ladies. I'm done.
Spike said:Christ, has it really been four years since I wrote that thing? That's nuts. This might be a long-winded slice of me that I'm about to dish out...
I guess I had been writing the Parasite for roughly four seasons at that point, and felt that I had told all the stories that I wanted to tell with the character. And LibrarianThorne and I came up with the idea that we'd take the rivalry between Superman and the Parasite to the absolute limit, which just happened to end with both of them dying. I don't recall if that was the end result we'd always had in mind from the beginning, but that's how we ended up. Now, I'm usually against the idea of just killing off your character when you're done with it, taking the opportunity to play him or her away from any potential future player. In the Parasite's case, though, I feel that it was the natural reaction for him in that situation.
Not that I'm advocating cleaning your tonsils with a gun. AT ALL.
Allow me to give some context for his decision. For Rudy Jones... a guy who had gleefully killed untold hundreds of people in his career... he was actually starting to find a sense of remorse and a conscience in the months leading up to this post. He even had a baby daughter that he left in the care of Kitty Faulkner at STAR Labs and was as surprised as anyone at his affection for the infant. Yes, he was discovering that senseless violence wasn't all he was good for... and then he fell back into old habits and killed the icon of hope for the DC Universe. Superman's murder was the event that made Rudy realize just how evil a creature he truly was, so he took matters into his own hands to solve that problem.
Now, about the whole "diminished abilities in human form" thing (in case you weren't around back then and/or can't remember), I'll save the backstory and sum it up by saying that he could now shapeshift into a human body and willfully water down his powers so that he could experience touching someone without hurting anyone in that form. It also meant his healing powers were reduced, although I tried to leave that up to the reader to wonder if they were diminished enough to let him die, or if Rudy survived and is still lurking around Metropolis somewhere to this day. Still, the fact that his internal monologue keeps moving forward even after he's pulled the trigger in that post always struck me as possibly meaning something important, although even I haven't come to a conclusion on that.
Four years later, I still debate with myself on rare occasions about whether I want to take up the character again or leave well enough alone. I know that every so often I get hints (subtle ones and not so subtle ones) from players that Rudy would be welcomed back with open arms to WoH, but I remain indecisive about the idea, and I suppose the window of opportunity won't be around much longer. We'll see.
Pfft. Knowing Ollie, he'll just call the mutt a Nazi sympathizer and shoot a boxing glove arrow at him.



Lies. You just want to ignore everything I do.![]()
