Superhero Diaries Part Deux

Chronicles Of Superrrnickkk

I sit on my roof top facing the cold breeze. My cape fluttering in the air was trying to choke me. As I kept the watch over the western horizon, in my mind I was humming the classic Bollywood track “hawa mein udati jaye”. I tried adjusting it but it was in vain. Finally, I got up, held my cape and sat on it. Being a superhero is not easy. It was never easy for Peter Parker, Bruce Wayne of Clark Kent either. I was sitting on the highest point my building could offer. (Actually the highest point was the water tank but climbing it was a daring feat and the last time’s attempt and half-slip had scared me for life about heights and water tanks. Since then, the inner edge was my safe spot to find crime.)

*facing the camera with a glee and smile*

By the way for those who don’t know me, I am advocate of justice, defender of liberty and the last hope of freedom… I am Superrrnickkk,(longer version of this intro had A self proclamined superhero, a piece of perfection and a masterpiece of pure aura etc but then, you know, crime doesn’t waitthat long or let me finish. So..) and you shall be knowing me from the famous titles (awaiting publications, interested female readers please send me a mail with your full size photos) like “Superrrnickkk and the guards of Jantar Mantar”, “Superrrnickkk and the raiders of paradise apartments” and the erotic crime thriller “Superrrnickkk and busting busty Mrs. Bhatia”.(Parental advisory required). 

I am not your regular superhero. I am Superrrr hero. I was chosen into this life on the night my younger sister was born. (first timers, read this, THE ORIGIN.) Since then, my life had shown me some unbelievable things that you faint hearts can’t survive. Many ordeals with my younger sister, baby sitter whom I was convinced ate little kids for breakfast, my parents, ex-girlfridays, I survived and kept the crime fighting saga alive. But as I watched the sun set, I held in my hand the device, a phone that was forced on to me by my parents to keep a constant track of me. (They just wouldn’t buy the fact that a superrr hero needs to stay off grid.)

Anyways,the main point of writing this blog is to share my experience and not to *chokes, coughs, entering cardiac arrest, recovers* win any cool I pads.*chokes and coughs again. This is a 3 part sequel to the Origins post, Chronicles of Superrrnickkk. So once you have refreshed the first part, enter the world with the eternal fight between good v/s evil. This part is called

Superrrnickkk and the Wrath of Facebook.

3 days ago.

I was sitting in my front porch and surfing Facebook and twitter responding to my fans, trying to keep a check if crime was loitering around while I was home eating butter soaked parathas. Least did I know that the tentacles of the cyber-crime was spreading its veins and spinning its viscious web around me. As I sat there unaware hogging on to the tasty parathas, I got a notification on my facebook account.

A Friend Request.

A friend request that popped my eyes open and made my jaws drop.

My father’s picture was on the profile. As I rubbed my eyes to confirm, I realized that I should have washed my hands and the pickle now in my eyes burnt the crap outta me. I dropped everything and ran blindly towards the bathroom knocking a million things on my way before immersing my head in the water. Feeling better and with water filled eyes, I ran upstairs to find my father sitting there in front of the computer and his Facebook account. He noticed his son staring at him and gleeed up…!!!

 “come beta come, look, I opened an account for myself in Facebook. Did you accept my friend request??” he said it all in a single breath while gesturing me to sit next to him.

 I silently sat while his proud wife joined him to appreciate the marvel of modern day internet and social networking. 
“Open one for me too” she said. I want an account too. Open one for me and send friend request to kids and you also add me. Okay jee??” 
As my mother India went back to her kingdom called "PARANTHA-PIA", I sat there with half of my brain still trying to comprehend my dad’s new presence in my virtual life and the other half trying to decode the strange relationship that my mother and her parathas. 

I gathered courage from the bottom of my heart and asked my dad “Wow dad, Facebook huh??? Cool” as I faked an excited a tone. “How come suddenly??” 
He adjusted his reading glasses and kept stuck his gaze to the screen. NO Reply.

After a minute reading all the possible things that showed up on his wall (including the ads) he turned around a and said, “arey nothing suddenly and all, this time when Sweety (my younger sister, jiska khoon mere haathon se likha hain) had come home for vacations, I was asking her about it, she instead opened an account for me. Now that I had an account I was trying to learn it up. After all I need to keep myself updated na??” He replied with a bone crushing thump on my back. 

I smiled back pretending to be alright. I knew I would survive the thump but I was not sure how long would I survive this “dad-in-facebook-reading-my-wall posts” shock. At times like this mind registers only two things. Fight or flee. And I decided to Flee. As I was getting up, my dad caught hold of me and asked, “Come here, accept my friend request and show me a thing or two about this. What makes you people so crazy over this site??” I tried faking a call from my mother to which my mom from the kitchen responded that she dint call me. 

I logged him out and logged in to “ACCEPT” his “FRIEND REQUEST”. 

The curious doubts of the Benjamin button sitting next to me staring (at the computer screen and my Facebook wall with the same intensity of a sixteen year old who was being introduced to the world of porn) started. “What is this?” he asked pointing at my cover picture “how do you have two photos here??” 

I told him the feature that Facebook had forcefully introduced onto us called timeline and he nodded. “So is it compulsory??” he asked again half in air as if he was asking my permission to ask. “NO, you won’t be asked to pay fine if you don’t put one” I replied. He nodded. “I will. Help me select a nice one.” I was virtually banging my head against the wall. 

“How do I see my friends here?” Benjamin button was indeed very curious and was on roll. “Do you have any friends added?” I retorted back. 
“You are now. Aren’t you? You added me right?” He gave his famous dimpled smiled. 

I nodded before furiously tapping on to the computer keyboard. A few clicks later I looked at him and said “there, I have sent a friend request to Sweety too.”
 As we shared a father-son smile and moment, my cell phone beeped with a text message from Sweety that read “Bitch”. My smile rose. As I gave a brief tutorial to my father on how “Make the most” of his Facebook account, He got a notification popped. Sweety had accepted his friend request. Soon another notification popped. Sweety has poked you. And that was it. 

Curious Mr Benjamin button started his rain of questions again on me. “What is this?  What does poked you mean? Why did sweety poke me? Can I also poke other people? Random people? Can random people also poke me back ? is it like a game? Points?” and so on.

 It rained for the next 15 minutes and while I answered his question each time, he was playing poke game with Sweety. He liked it. I nodded my head. Let him play with his little devil and walked back to my now soggy parathas. As I sat again tired, I got a notification. My father was poking me. I decided to ignore it and focus my attention towards the tasty food in front. 10 minutes later, I heard him call out my name asking me to respond to his poke..!!! *KILL ME NOW*

*Flash Forward* Present day roof top.

Now that my mother also had an account, I get pokes from my creators. In any case the pokes aren’t returned, my parents drop a call to notify me of it. Apparently their notifications require mandatory action of response. Worst part is still not over. Dad is now totally into playing Farmville and cityville and what not. While His wall seems like somebody suffering from an OCD to play games on Facebook all day, mine is now filled with his game notifications and request for nail, plant, plank and what not !!! *headdesk*

Oh wait a minute, it looks like a possible going to be crime scene. Gotta go fellas. Find a nice spot to hide to make a perfect entry. *runs towards the stairs* damn it’s a long way down.. I think I will wait for the elevator.

*ting-the elevator rings*

See you when I see you then..
*gets inside the elevator* and oh yeah.. #Soak No more in fear.. because superrrnickkk is here. (just in case the judges decide to give me the ipad, I don’t want them to DQ my entry cos I dint have the key word)

Till then… superrrnickkk… up up awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…
*elevator door closes*

P.S : Sorry for the paste eating lunatic level of post, but I think somebody has robbed me of my funny bone.

P.P.S : More dangerous sequels the lists of chronicles of superrrnickkk are on its way. And FYI by dangerous I meant more dangerous in terms of death defying actions and risk with a spine chilling story and not the read quality or experience. So stay tuned. Please.

P.P.S.S : any publishing house interested to make graphic novels for the above mentioned and yet to come awesome titles and series, feel free to contact me. If people can pay to watch Ra.One, I strongly believe my chronicles have a potential. So please think about it..!!


Superman and sipderwoman romancing each other..?? Check out the Superman's armpits for sweat patches 

This post is for the Surf Excel Matic - #SoakNoMorecontest organised by Indiblogger

The Dark knight Rises..!! *kind of*

It’s been a long time since I have blogged.

The reason is not very complicated at all. Actually it’s not one reason that kept me away from blogging. Its multiple ones that led my writing abilities (at least i would like to put it that way) to rot.

The past few months have been quite eventful and like a pious blogger had a draft ready to post for each special occasion. Be it me falling in love or turning 25.(sigh), yup a post for every single incident.

*yes... excuse me..?? you with the hand waving in the air. Yes..?? where are those posts ?? ya ya am coming to that...kill joy*

so...I was saying.. yup.. a post for every single incident.. that I wrote but never posted. because I was too lazy to do it. I actually was too lazy to edit them and just post it on my blog. Instead I chose to put them back in the drafts folder with the rest of my unfinished writing.

Most of those drafts are my desperate attempt to write something meaningful, funny, and inspiring or at least creative. But like I said most of them are just "attempts" *doing the girly quote finger sign. Going through them made me wonder if at all I was a tooth paste eating lunatic who is trying real hard to go unnoticed among the sane people but can’t avoid the stares of the world around him as he forgot to wipe the foam around his mouth.

I really needed to write something.

 Correction.

 I really need to write something and post it on my blog.

 I needed the blog to be resurrected back from its grave. My Blogazrus need a Jesus "blog" Christ to do the rising act.

As I did a mental surfing of the topics I could possibly write on which even included some half-baked attempts on poetry, short story, cooking recipe that made no sense and so on. I decided to go ahead and pull the plug and end my blog with an obituary as it was a pain to see my blog just lying there and expecting a miracle. But then, I decided not to do it. Standing on my roof top when I was going through an emotionally hard phase whether to keep or kill my blog, I saw the (annoying) kid next door smile at me. Now my hatred towards kids are quite popular in my closed circles and I had almost half planned to go pied piper on the kids in my locality. But then, irrespective of my eternal hatred towards them, I feel one of the worst thing that could ever happen to me was growing up.

I wish I would have never grown. As a chubby kid, short for my age, I was totally adored, worshipped and loved by kids in my neighbourhood. Sadly the parents always felt otherwise. I miss the days of going to school, waiting for the P.T period, sharing tiffin in classes during lunch breaks, throwing stones at mangoes on the way back, and finishing home work to watch Aladdin while mom would prepare lip smacking dishes to eat. To boo girls who would want to join us in cricket, chase street dogs away, sitting under the tree for long after the game discussing why exactly lost and whom we could blame it for. The time when you could randomly run around and that never had to mean anything. the time when we would hide and see the local couples hold hands while they walk and drop jaws. A time when I thought that flying kites were the only way to spend a windy Sunday afternoon. And that its always safe to pocket extra stones while picking up the stones for lagori if you REALLY wanted to win. The cycle bell on the street meant ice cream is on sale and the time when pink wasn’t gay. Umbrellas in rain where never straight and the king of rains would be decided by who could splash more water out of the muddle. A time when being rude meant to ring the bell of the neighbour and running away and being abusive meant calling somebody "Donkey".

I could go on and on about my childhood but then, when i wonder what really happened between and now.. I always say with a sigh. Life happened.. I grew up..!!!

But hey, that wasn’t that bad.. I mean.. growing up brought its own perks.

There was acne which luckily never troubled me as much it did to my bench mate Anil. Then there was porn.. I must say I was indeed surprised to know that I was not from a bee sting. Mithun da was too expressive in his pelvic region while Dharmendra was too flexible with his biceps when the tunes played (things that I otherwise wouldn’t have noticed). New things I learnt were the abusive languages. My cartoons got upgraded to Hindi dubbed English series that aired on Sony and then took a complete transformation to full scale English series and to Hollywood flicks. First kiss, college, drinking became cool... smoking was in vogue, and of course sex.. aah.. the sex...hmmmm...!!! :D  Holding hands between couple was no longer jaw dropping. Neither was the fact if anybody tried cowboy/cowgirl on each other. being gay no more meant being happy. iron maiden, Metallica took over back street boys and spice girls. Britney spears on whom I once had hots for now was a slut. being seen with one girl for long was no longer cool. The exponential curve of growing up was on full rise and so did I.

and whatever goes up comes down.. Says gravity.. and so I rolled down. Long story. Some other day.  As I came out the time wrap I saw the kid was still looking at me, smiled and took the courage to wave his hand at me. I smiled back while I secretly searched for anything to throw at him.

Bleedy burger..!!!

*What ???? Look man.. I had a nice childhood.. and I seriously hated growing up.. but I did.. that doesn’t mean that a  small nostalgic trip down the memory lane would change what I feel towards this nasty rascal living next door or any kid for that matter of fact*

*"Silly humor from TV commercial" time*

The trip to the local mall : 25 rs

A packet full of ballons : 15 rs.

The joy of throwing stinky water ballons at kids from roof top undercover : Priceless..!!!!!

Adious

P.S : I dont like kids no matter who feels however cute they are. I was.. doesn mean the rest of the are.

P.P.S : This post may make no sense to most.. I wasnt aiming at that either. I mean when was nay of my post aimed at any of such feat.

P.P.S.S : btw.. am back..blogging..!!!*condtions apply*

#NOW PLAYING BACK IN BLACK by AC/DC

Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm, let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the herse 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Usin' every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back

Something like Love

The night is dark,

its half past eleven.... 

I was trying to figure out,

exactly where and when..????

The light across my street grooving

to the dancing fire flies... 

holding some moments of time,

thinking where it all applies...!!!!

living my life in moments,

some big and some small...

I have been building memories,

bigger than the local town hall.

and when I turn back and

look at my life behind..

there is a bit of you,

everywhere that I find...!!!! :)

so I sat thinking

on how it all began...

everything seemed so perfect,

like the heavens opened up,

angels stood n sang...!!!

so here are some lines,

I write.. hoping you would smile my dear.

life swells up to dance,

the moment you giggle and cheer..!!! :)

these words dont express

all that I want that I mean or want to say...

I hope to see you soon...

atleast before the month of may...!!! :)

every moment,

I wanna tell you how much..

I miss you everyday....

that everything around me,

is slowing loosing its life,

turning black white or grey...!!! :(

your eyes hold a world within,

loosing me within in a way hard to find..

I might lie about this...

but you thoughts are the first and last thing

that is running in my mind...!!!

"don't wish for anything.. 

for the wishes come true" the chineese say...

if thats for real..

then being with you all my life,

is what I would all ask and pray...!!! :) :) :) 

"It's a lot like love if you think about it, because it’s there, beautiful, just happy to be there, win or lose, just doing whatever they can to overcome obstacles and succeed It's just... well, it's just as beautiful as love."

~not original but made me write this.

NOW PLAYING : BAATEIN KUCH ANKAHEE SI, KUCH ANSUNI SI HONE LAGI ~ FROM LIFE IN A METRO..!!!

P.S : Its a stupid attempt to rhyme some words and write a poem, please ignore if you dint like it.

P.P.S : oh yess, am still alive.. got caught up with lots of things but.. still alive. So this post is my formal announcement of me still being here. :P 
P.P.S.S : Its good to be back..!!!! :D *Cool Face*

The crossroads

Hey guys, This post is a part of the Blublubling's Awesome April Inspirations.

My heart does bleed,

with a thousand words.

I only wish if you could,

hear all those.

I see your dreams,

with my open eyes.

souls we shared,

not just our lives.

My love for you,

I kept it so divine,

but with you walking away

I feel worser than swine.

I look at my life

turned so meaning less.

hard it seems now,

to clean up away this mess.

so, here I stand

at this cross road

setting sun,

and darkness around

my hope finds this song....

I sing it aloud... that,

"I'll find my place back in my life,

I'll find it once again...

I wish you would stand by my side..

when I find it once again

you walked away,

draining my happiness..

I called your name,

searched all places we met.. but found

guilt, anger, pain and hate.

mixed with my loneliness..

friends, foes no clarity,

I find now no difference.

the feeling of this life as charity

and let to live as penance.

I walk with these thoughts,

in my mind,

I stand at the cross road

where all that i find,

apart from deathly pain around..

is this song..

my song..

which I will sing as long as I can..

"I'll find my place back in my life,

I'll find it for me again.

I don't wanna be what the world wants me to be..."

here that's all I sing.

( But deep inside I know,

There is no place anyone can show,

where i feel safe, strong and warm

I wish I could be there, covered in your arm)

I'll find my place back in my life,,

Since I cant be there in your arms anymore.

I'll find it again..

for you my love.. for you.. for sure....!!!

You are beautiful

The eyes that see the world,

And the heart that see beyond,

whispers slowly to my mind, "you are beautiful"

Now Playing : "You are beautiful" by James Blunt

P.S : This is was the part of blublubling's Awesome April posts. Click here to find more about it.

P.P.S : my first attempt at writing Haiku poems. Pliss to bear. And not to worry, more will follow. *evil smirk*

P.P.S.S : Life is travelling at light speeds and work rate is quite lethargic and slow. So pardon the absence. Will try to post whenever I can.

Fade To black

This place suddenly seems

so lonely and strange..

As if somebody this morning

did a massive rearrange..

Once upon time,

I felt this place so very mine..

Now I feel like an outcast

made to stand in a different line..

True,

they say, life changes.. Every sec

every moment....

Just a night passed by

and I already feel like a slime

on the muddy pavement..

The only thing I ever wanted

was love from all..

But everybody only saw

my wrongs and built the wall...

Around my own people,

I feel like a ghost tryin to hide from the sun..

Is it true...?

Or am I really turning into one ?

No wonder this place

suddenly seems so lonely and strange....

Somebody really did a massive rearrange...

And put me as a ghost in the world of the living...

For a change... :(

Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me but now he's gone

Now Playing : Fade To Black by Metallica

P.S : I feel that "Fade to Black" is one of the most amazing tracks I have heard. Nothing personal, but this was an inspired post with some random thoughts while listening to the song and hence the name of the post. 

Cheers...!!!!! :)

All Hail Your New Overlord

Confused Soul had tagged me on my blog for this award and for the lazy bum I am, I procrastinated. Nothing in specific, and definitely not because I dont appreciate the gesture of her tagging me on it but because It had a task of writing about myself  which is too much of "OVERLOAD"  on my oh so little brain and what usually makes the readers go "ohwatteycrapthisisIsay". Then Akila does it with a slap behind my head to pay attention and do it. So here I am.. doing one of the most dreaded tasks that I have come across. Now people who had/have taken the pain of reading my earlier posts know how badly I suck at writing random things. myself or my oh-so-views to be specific.
But here I am.. blank, and with loads of pending posts to thank the wonderful bloggers who not only took the time to read the lazy ass me but also were impressed to award me. (I hope it was because they were impressed and not because they wanted say "here,take an award to boost your moral but now make a SERIOUS attempt to write". )

DEDICATION : To all my most loyal readers and members of The devil's workshop.
So my dear confused soul, who even in midst of all confusion and clarity is confused as ever and never not confused ever and Miss amazing photographer,singer and writer Akila.. Happy ??? I am.. This is going to my Hall of Fame :P *Buwahahahahahahahahahhaa*  Well, Here we go. :)

It states,  

1. Post the award the rules on your blog.
2. List 3 things you would change if you were overlord.
3. List 10 blogs you think are worthy of world domination.
4. Leave them a message in their comments section with a link saying you chose them.    

Step 1 : Check.  Done That.

Step 2 : 3 things you would change if you were overlord.

       *Get the Indian Sub Continent boundaries dissolved. The countries shall be one big country like how it was in the pre independence era. Dont get any ideas or think of me as Mr. Patriot or Mr. Country man, Dont start the Vande Mataram song in your head as well. I am just too bored of the all the nonsense over the boundaries, borders and the everyday comedy of whose line(of control) is it anyway..??*My signature styled dry pun intended* . Also with the merging of the countries, I feel our cricket team would get even better.

        *Set a retirement age of 55 for all the politicians running the government and the opposition. Have the rules of forming a political party re-written, so that not every tom,dick(in the usual term more than as the name) and hairy :P ;) doesn't come up with something new every alternate day. Also have an eligibility criteria set for being a politician.


Finally, Because am a greedy ass...
         *Declare myself Awesome officially and 1/10 of everybody's income to be added into my awesomeness account for which I shall be tax exempted. Also I shall never pay any tax, spend the money however I want and am totally exempted from being under any law or constitution. I shall freely express my views in running the government without being a part of it, that it shall abide to. People will call me Mr. Awesome and bow three times when they see me and NEVER show their back at me or I shall have them flogged.


To make the third point short, I declare myself to be the King his highness Mr. Awesomness.



Step 3 : List 10 blogs you think are worthy of world domination.


Now I am slightly taking a liberty here. We all know that my fellow bloggers like Chintan, Priyanka, Red Handed, Atrocious Scribblings, Confused Soul, Philo and many more are totally the veterans here who have established themselves and their huge fan following lists says it all. So Let me point a few of my other favorite blogs that I always drop by. In no order of preference and all equally good, here they are

• Rose from The Carnelian Rose. An amazing writer and a fellow Gemini who has her way with words. The stories she writes are both captivating and beautiful. A wonderful person that she is, makes her and blog definitely worth it. The quality of writing is top notch and is a must visit for every reader.
• Crystal from The Pentagram :  The fiction writer who writes her post with a special touch of sensitivity. Her posts can make you smile and sad. There is no way you can stop thinking about it as it lingers with you even after you have finished.
• BluBluBling who claims to be Awesome since'92 :  One my recent followers whose blog is a sure visit every time there is a new post. Her posts include her experience and point of views and brilliant mix of poetry and fiction. Check her out and be amazed at how good the writing can be.
• Panipuri Lover from Sanely Insane : Many a times when I read her tweets, I think is it really true ? but then when I read her posts I reassure myself that it definitely is. That if ever I was a girl, she and me would have been mirror image. :) Her blog and writing is a perfect mix of fun and serious outlook from her view. Sanely insane seems an apt title. dont take my words, instead I would suggest you to read her and am sure you wont leave it without following her.
• Disguise from Who ? WHat, Nails! Ooo!.... Stumbled on her blog recently and couldnt stop giggling reading her. I am not going to write much about her. Instead visit her and you'll fall in love with the writings of this teenage, Incredibly confused. Bi-polar. In love. Misanthrope. Bi-curious. Damaged to a very high degree. Tangled blogger.(Not my words, they are her own) 
• Suvaiba from Random Classics : Suvaiba.. or as I call her Sooo is a sweetheart in all the sense. She is definitely a tigress that she claims to be. Her writing is a reflection of the innocence of the teenage years. Read her and start the journey back to those teenage years of your life(that is if you have passed that phase.)
• CD with a question Pagal hain kya ?? : I am smiling while writing this. She is new in the world of blogging. Her writing is quiet fresh and the enthusiasm which shows up in writing clearly tells you that she is one blogger who isn't going to be hit by a block as she has so much to say and share. A warm blogger who is generous in throwing appreciation at the posts she loves :)
• Sonshu From Toucher tes reves : I stumbled her blog from twitter. She's been here from long and has a huge fan base as well. Each of her post is different from the one written before. There is an amazing photographer in her which can be seen in the way she uploads some of her snaps. Sonshu and her blog is one blog to look forward if you are thinking of world domination.
• Tangerine from Muse-ment : Are all architects amazing with camera...?? first there was Akila.. and now there is Tangerine. Tangerine and her muse-ment filled posts are my new favorites. Crisp writing is her style. A Virgo(like Spiffy and RED.. you get an idea of this girl's potential right ???), she is one of the top contenders in my list.
• Purple Mist from Insomnia Strikes : The 10th blogger is a female too which makes me wonder if the population of female bloggers more than men ?? Is it because we are too busy rather blogging or is it because we are too lazy to write ?? Anyways since all the male bloggers have quite established here and this was an attempt to mention the new blogs I have been reading, the last but never the least is Purple Mist.  Two years and she is closing to 150 which tells quite about her writing. Her fan base is quite established and so is her writing. check her if you haven't. This is teenage writer is one blogger to read and bet your cash on.

Now that was my 10 blogger list. A all female blogger list on whom I would bet my cash upon. I dont know how much you would like them but I cant help but ending up their blogs because they never disappoint me.

Step 4 : I'll check that as I am on my way to it.

 Hope you all drop a visit and like them like I do. 

Mission Accomplished. *MI Theme Music in the background with camera zipping close to my face and catching me in some amazing angles and closeups as I raise my thumbs up and S-M-I-L-E, nodding my head in slow motion*

This is the new Overlord yet your beloved superhero, his highness Mr. Awesomeness signing off

Cheers..!!!

P.S : Anybody interested in volunteering to wash the Overlord's Laundry ???? I'll make you a sandwich..!!! 
P.P.S :  If the answer to the above question is No, Dont loose heart, you have other chores to choose from too. but no Sandwich offer on them.
P.P.S.S : If your decision is to overlook the above P.S and P.P.S, then Let me warn you, under the Overlord act,point 3, I can enforce those tasks on you too. So be a sport and respond quick, who's game ?? huh ?? huh ??