Talking heads monopolized the channels with analysis upon analysis of the superhero phenomenon that was of his making. He pictured himself in the quest seat being interviewed, all ears hanging on his every word. Yes, I believe their heightened abilities stem from an ancient aphrodisiac found in an old west collection. He chuckled at his own thoughts. No one had even come close to the truth, a few in the right neighborhood, maybe. He flexed his bicep, ran a hand over the hard muscle, then back over his triceps and up around his newly enhanced shoulder. Only vicariously had he experienced this kind of muscularity, mainly through the characters he ran during role-playing. The size and definition inflating the once slack costume pleased him. Never in a million years did the formerly gaunt teenager believe he would possess the kind of body he so envied in others, be they flesh and blood or characters existing in his mind, living out the consequences of gaming dice.
