Waspman’s road to discovering his powers is a long and hard one with flying now scratched from his list. Hopefully he will survive the fall.

Two weeks, thirty-nine forms, and two pens later, Waspman is now officially Mudwasp. Now to go out and get some new business cards made.

The bloodless, dried up corpses gave Gerald the creeps. Reminded him of jerky. Nosferatants were worse than mutant ants any day of the week.

He would love to know how hot it really was, but at some point the thermometer stopped working. Right about the time it melted into goo.

The concussion from the grenade knocked him from his feet and fried his power suit’s electronics. He was saved, but not going anywhere.