#theromus

I like this question, although I’m not exactly sure how to answer it. If I was truly all-powerful, I guess I would go about returning peace to the world. I would most likely end the lives of a few bad people, but I would bring back those who died unnecessarily.

Yeah, I met Alisa. She’s full of surprises alright, but I don’t know why she would hate me. 

I mean at least with me - what you see is what you get. Know what I mean? I come at my opponents straight up. When I say I’m gonna crush some punk’s empty skull - that’s exactly the promise I deliver on.

What would be really despicable though, is being a two-faced, decieving phony that acts all soft, gentle and kind, but then springs some murderous shit on a person unexpectedly! 

Sound like someone we know??

I mean Alisa is full of crap and a total hypocrite. She spends most of her time hiding behind ruffles, bows and that adorable cultivated, soft - lispy voice. But then, when you least expect it - (usually right after she says somethin’ sweet like “Nice to meet you.”), out come the friggin’ CHAINSAWS! Yes - her arms literally sprout chainsaws! Before her poor confused opponent can even start beggin’ for his life, the savage, lyin’ little con-artist has disemboweled the poor asshole. 

All that bowin’ and fine manners is a pile of horse shit. She’s all murder and treachery. Yet - she “hates” me. For what? Bein’ straight forward?? Not hiding behind a false front?? Well, when I look in the mirror I know that the ugly sunuvabitch I see is the real me. Unlike that skin-job with the thin veneer of cute stretched over a mindless arsenal of destruction.

Lemme get this straight…

Can you BURN some of my SKIN!? Just so you can find out what happens next??

Theromus - seriously - I think you are the only person on earth who can ask me a question like that and get away with it.

When most people burn my skin - what happens NEXT is sudden… PAINFUL… death. Yeah - and it’s REALLY messy too.

But okay, I’ll answer your question - because it’s you.

SO, if you wanted to burn me a little… for - I don’t know - some freaky-ass science project or something, I guess that would be okay. Here’s how it would go down.

STEP 1. If you put my arm over an open flame my flesh is living, so it wouldn’t just burst into flame; it would singe and blister and look really gross - pretty much like any other person’s arm would.

STEP 2. It would freakin’ hurt like hell. And I would certainly need to disable my pain receptors. I’d still know I was getting hurt, but it would only be a stream of data - none of that “feeling” shit.

STEP 3. Eventually, my skin would blacken and peel back to reveal my super structure underneath. Most people have bones - I got a real high-tech steel alloy. Light and hard - but it flexes too so it’s not brittle. It’s cool and you’d start to see that stuff.

STEP 4. Regrow skin. Yeah, after that little experiment, I’d have to regrow my skin. While that’s happening, I’d have to keep the pain receptors in that localized area turned off. Because until the skin healed back up it would hurt a lot.

Dr. Able showed me how to synthesize a re-agent solution that helps me regrow my living tissue fast. So after a big fight where I sustain a lot of damage, I can soak in that shit (stinks like hell) and regenerate real fast - usually just a couple of hours.

So there’s your answer you little fiend. I guess I am kind of Terminator-ish… but well - WAY tougher. Trust me Theromus, the Terminator is joke compared to me. I’d crush that thing like an old beer can and toss it on the scrap pile.