And across the suburbs of Metropolis little Metropolitans slept sweetly. Unbeknownst to them and their families these recent gifts waited, watching keenly and closely…
And across the suburbs of Metropolis little Metropolitans slept sweetly. Unbeknownst to them and their families these recent gifts waited, watching keenly and closely…
- Metropolis’ very own house of gifts, Schott’s Toys (@WinslowSchott), has promised to open its doors and for every child under thirteen, receive a gift of up to $100 in value!
- How delightful!
- Beautiful!
- Metropolis’ very own house of gifts, Schott’s Toys (@WinslowSchott), has promised to open its doors and for every child under thirteen, receive a gift of up to $100 in value!
- How delightful!
- Beautiful!
Up above the streets and houses, the drones flew on by, nobody had spotted them in the sky over the weekend, filming, downloading into a cloud what their master wanted from them. @WinslowSchott was very pleased with his wee sky babies. He had caught images of @TheSymbolOfHope -
Superman continued his efforts throughout Metropolis, helping those in need. Fires were extinguished, people were rescued, infrastructure was repaired.
Through it all, he cared not about the public opinion—he was resolved to help no matter what.
@TheSymbolOfHope@ToymanRobot And the Toyman would be sure that when he edited the footage that his drones had captured, it would be very, very favorable to his cause.
@WinslowSchott@TheSymbolOfHope And deep beneath the streets the robot, after one last glance at Superman in his embrace, smiled.
"Thank you, baby."
It self destructed, exploding in a blazing inferno, a raging blast that was over as quick as it had began.
@TheSymbolOfHope@WinslowSchott "No, darling, you are behind the explosions. This is all on you, and also, as you have wished, this is only the beginning." Her hands tightened as they could about his neck, the fingers extending, encircling. "Don't resist, my love, it's inevitable."
@TheSymbolOfHope@WinslowSchott - sweet love." The pinions within drove the metal digits, the thumbs pressing again Superman's windpipe as her fingers gripped the back of his neck. "He named it Supermanium, darling!" she spat.
@TheSymbolOfHope@WinslowSchott She slowly, almost gently, placed her hands about his neck, her thumbs softly tracing the contours of this throat.
"My father created what just may be the hardest metal in the known world. It has taken him almost a decade, he is sooooo clever. He named it after you, my sweet, -
@TheSymbolOfHope@WinslowSchott "Ooh, mercy! Thank you, my sweet darling!" she cried. "My savior!" She placed her arms around his neck and leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "This is all on you, my love. It all belongs to you."
@TheSymbolOfHope@WinslowSchott Suddenly! A wailing, a loud scream as a woman appears, balancing on the outside ledge of a high-rise apartment.
She screams again, "Oh, Superman! Save me, please save me!" Lo! she loses her balance... and falls!
@MetropolisMogul@WinslowSchott ‘Toodle-oo, Lexie poo!’ The robot picks the man up and slings him headfirst into the rubber shoot. ‘Let’s not leave it for so long next time! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!’