The Strobe:
When my brother and I fell into the vat of mysterious radioactive chemicals at the photo processing plant and woke up in the hospital three weeks later with powers no other human had ever known before us, a phrase came to mind, seemingly, words of God. "With super-power comes super responsibility." And I realized at that point that I... was blessed and would not be afforded the capriciousness of other men, common men, little men. Thousands of children would see me around the world as a part of God. If a recovering alcoholic sees me in a bar drinking alcohol and he has a poster of the Great Strobe on his wall at home, and he says to himself, "The Great Strobe can share a beer, have a shot, why can't I? Who am I? I'm a little man." And he gets drunk and he goes home and he beats his wife to death with a crowbar! That may as well be my hand beating that woman to death! Or if I'm caught by a tabloid reporter urinating on a prostitute for pleasure, it's disgusting, but... it really happened to Captain Osiris in Milwaukee. And then a little boy urinates on his sister. And she has a cut on her arm. Little, tiny arm. And the cut becomes infected and the infection goes to gangrene and eventually the arm is removed. That may as well have been me urinating on that little girl. With superpowers comes super responsibility, damn it. Laugh at my manner if you must, but please, please... heed my words.
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