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I was aged around 9 or 10 - that age where you suddenly become very self-conscious of your own body - especially your ‘private’ parts — and will go to great lengths to keep them private! This story will make you either laugh — or cringe!My family was on a trip in the outback of Australia — or if you’re from the U.S. you’d call it a ‘wilderness trip.’ We were about an hour away from the nearest town, and around three hours to the nearest hospital.At a remote camp site in a forest we came across an old playground, including a rustic see-saw, which consisted of a plank of roughly hewn wood on top of a pile of logs, which had been crudely hammered together to form the fulcrum for the plank to balance on. My parents parked the car and I quickly jumped out, keen to explore.I gleefully jumped on the end of the see-saw which was on the ground, and asked my older (heavier) sister to get on the other end so we could play see-saw together. She clambered on, and as she put her full weight on the plank, my end of the see-saw shot up into the air.Unfortunately there was no real handle on this see-saw, so as my end of the plank shot up into the air, I slid straight down the plank towards the middle. I soon realised I was stuck to the plank — although at that time I felt no pain.My parents heard my screams and came running out of the car to find that as I had slid down the see-saw a huge splinter of wood had impaled me — entering through my labia, into the thickest part of my buttock, and out the other side. The splinter was around 3ft - around 1m long - and it had me speared through my girlie parts and my bum. It was then I felt the pain…The thing was, I was wearing a short skirt and cotton knickers — and there was no way I was going to allow my Dad to see my most private parts — no way! He reasoned with me — ‘we have to try and get the splinter out’ — but I would not let him near my girlie bits. My father had basic medical knowledge, but my Mum had no idea what to do with her daughter who was speared by a large splinter of wood through her bum.When my Dad was out of sight, I let my Mum have a look, and she quickly realised there was no way they were going to be able to remove the splinter without doing serious further damage. We had no saw, no axe and no knife capable of cutting hard old wood with us, and we were at least an hour from the nearest town.Eventually my father decided that he would have to dismantle the top plank of the see-saw and take me to hospital still attached to the plank. These were the days before mobile phones, and we had no radio in the car, so our only option was to drive to the nearest town to get help.My father managed to free the plank see-saw from its fulcrum (with a towel placed over my lap to protect my private parts from view.) They backed the car up as close as they could to the see-saw, and somehow my Mum, Dad and sister managed to carry the plank — with me still attached on top — to the car.However, the plank was too long to fit on the back seat of our car, so they had to maneuver me and the plank into the car, with the far end of the plank sticking out of the window, which was wound down as far as it would go. I allowed my mother to tuck a clean dressing around the wound to stem the bleeding, and we set off for the nearest town, about 80kms away.Surprisingly, there wasn’t that much blood from memory, and the pain wasn’t too bad at first — although I did swallow a Panadol that my parents offered me. The journey over bumpy roads took almost two hours, as my Dad drove slowly and kept stopping to allow my Mum to inspect my wound to make sure it wasn’t bleeding too much, and to check that I was still conscious and OK.Can you imagine how unpleasant and painful that journey was for me — and highly embarrassing — to be perched on top of a plank of wood in the back of a car, with a splinter skewering me through the bum?My lucky sister got to sit on my Mother’s lap in the front of the car, as there was no room for another passenger in the back besides me and my see-saw attachment!When we arrived at the nearest small outback town; my parents stopped the first person they saw and explained they had a medical emergency, and asked where the nearest hospital was. They were directed to a small building called ‘The Clinic’ — picture something like this.Of course, The Clinic was all closed up, so the local said he would fetch the town’s one nurse—- who was at home having a nap. She came running and surveyed this poor girl, wedged in the back of a small car, attached to a big plank of wood impaled through her bottom. I must have been quite a sight!She went into the clinic and radioed for an ambulance to start out in our direction, saying we would meet them half way. By this time various locals had arrived to see what the fuss was all about — including one farmer who had a chainsaw in the back of his truck.It was decided to cut the plank of wood either side of me to enable me to be transported more easily by ambulance. So the farmer obligingly got his chainsaw and cut off as much of the plank as he could without injuring me further.All this time I was holding the towel around me so that nobody got to see my knickers or my bum … I was so embarrassed I just wished I could die at that moment, with a whole town of strangers, mostly men, seemingly wanting to view my private parts.Luckily, not long after this (following a radio discussion with the emergency medical people at the hospital), the nurse slid a needle into my arm, and I fell into unconsciousness. I don’t remember anything more of the journey, or being transferred into the ambulance, and next woke up again with bright lights in my eyes and lots of noise around me. My Mum was sitting by my side, holding my hand, quietly saying my name.The first thing I remember saying to her was: “Don’t let them see my bottom…”It was only later — much later — I was told that it was now the following day, and a team of surgeons had worked through the night in a delicate four-hour operation to remove me from the plank of wood, extract the splinter, and repair the damage to my — by now — not very private parts.By the end of my hospital stay, I would casually throw back my blanket and show off my stitches to any medico who wandered by. I was the talk of the hospital — and everyone in a white gown or uniform wanted to see the girl who came in attached to a see-saw! I think that experience may have cured me of my pre-teen self-consciousness!There is a happy ending to this very embarrassing story. I eventually made a full recovery and suffered no lasting damage to my girlie parts. In my mid-twenties I gave birth naturally to two healthy babies and have had no lasting effects from this very embarrassing injury!As a final conclusion to this story — about two decades later, when I was in my mid- 30s, I was telling this tale at a BBQ, where there were many people I had not met before. One of the men at the BBQ got really excited — it turned out he was a junior doctor at that same hospital when I was brought in — and although he was not involved with my surgery, he remembered my case very well! He was able to give me more details about what happened from an adult medical perspective.He remembered that day almost as vividly as I did!Addition 1: Thank you to everyone who has responded so kindly to my story!Here is further information as requested…A year ago my Dad passed away from cancer. Before he died we spent a lovely few days together, reminiscing about our lives, etc. One evening, he said to me: “Remember the see-saw incident?” We had not spoken of this for — decades? I had the opportunity to hear the story again from his adult perspective.Actually, it was far more serious than I have previously let on. It was a miracle the splinter didn’t do permanent damage to my internal reproductive organs — it missed vital parts by a fraction. It was very delicate surgery to extract the splinter, and the surgeons had warned my parents there could be dire consequences for me as a woman if the surgery did not go well.Also the doctors warned my parents that I might have ‘reduced sexual pleasure’ and difficulty having intercourse due to scar tissue.My Dad asked me if I had had ‘any long-term effects’ — we'd never discussed this before! But the answer I gave him was no! No problems or effects at all. I am very, very lucky.My Dad also told me he felt very guilty about what happened that day — he’d lived with his guilt all his life. He said he should never have let me near that playground without checking it out first for safety — and he said he blamed himself for years afterwards.I told him it was entirely my choice to jump on the see-saw before my parents were even out of the car — kids will be kids, and accidents will happen. So I told him I forgive him — but it was never his fault, or a result of negligent parenting.It was a lovely conversation to have with my beautiful Dad before he passed … I am glad that I was able to take away his guilt, and reassure him I held no resentment. It’s called closure — and it’s a really peaceful feeling.

It’s Saturday night. You’re on the way to a popular local bar, Hanson’s, with a couple of friends. The Breakers, a popular local band, are playing live there tonight. The bar’s other perks include friendly and “generous” bartenders as well as a disco dance floor with a rubber tile floor that lights up neon blue and purple. Located downtown in a quiet alley, it’s flanked by a pizza joint and a speakeasy.The Breakers’ music is influenced by the likes of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Guns N’ Roses, and Coldplay; they’re the talk of the town with a talented guitarist, drummer, and vocalist playing both hard and alternative rock genres. Cover charge: $10. (Small beans for the show they put on.)You Get to the Door . . .After waiting in line behind 20 people for half-an-hour, you get to the door. The Undertaker reincarnate (a.k.a. the bouncer) is standing at the entrance, arms crossing his husky body. He has long, oily slick-backed hair and a burly beard and is wearing all black: black shirt, jeans, and boots.Tales from the crypt. It’s a horror show.The Undertaker, in a disconcerting, deep voice asks for everyone’s ID. Your friend pulls out his license from his torn wallet and hands it to him, who snatches it with his big bear paws. Looking down with an intense gaze and flashlight pointed, he intensely examines and molests your friend’s ID. (Sweaty, stinky bear paws permeate the ID. It’s disgusting . . . you almost want to ask that he clean it with a hand wipe before returning it.) Your friend grabs back his ID from The Undertaker using two fingers: his thumb and pointer. Clear. Whew!“Next,” says The Undertaker. You hand him your Florida driver’s license since that’s where you live; you’re only in Boston for the weekend to visit friends. Eyes bulging, he examines your license with his flashlight on the brightest setting, strong enough to blind someone. His head snaps up then down; up again, then down; up one last time, then down. All the while, he’s molesting your license as if he’s got a sick infatuation with its plastic.The Interrogation Begins . . .“This doesn’t look like you,” he says. “The person in the picture has short, brown hair and eyes and a beard—and there’s no way you’re 32.”“Sir, that’s me. I’m indeed 32 years old, in fact, my date of birth is June 5, 1987,” you say. “My license was issued four years ago, which is why I look younger in the picture. I recently grew out my hair and trimmed my beard— plus, you’ll see that my height and weight haven’t changed.” (While lecturing knucklehead, you’re thinking that his confusion isn’t with the picture, but rather the pastel-colored rendering of the Florida state seal.)“This is a fake. This is garbage,” he says. “It’s too bad that Daniel from Florida won’t be seeing his license again.” Undertaker reaches deep in his pocket and pulls out—you guessed it!—scissors.“I am Daniel, sir. Please, I have credit cards I can show you.”With a smirk etched on his face, Undertaker cuts your license symmetrically down the center. It’s history. He’s got the remnants of your license in his sweaty palms and he’s looking at you with a cold, harsh glare.“Now, get the hell out of here!” Undertaker says.The Manager Gets Called . . .You step aside, out of the line, and ask to speak to the manager. Undertaker reluctantly calls the manager down using his walkie talkie. (Another toy for this imbecile’s “playground,” you think.)The manager, an elderly gentleman wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and sporting the distinct Boston accident, asks Undertaker what’s going on. Undertaker shows him the remnants of your ID and tells the manager that you’re using someone else’s ID fraudulently. Meanwhile, you’re keeping the urge to flip out; the urge to give him a one-finger salute, under control.“That’s my license. That’s me in the picture,” you say. “The bouncer destroyed my property—my valid driver’s license—and ruined my night because he thought I was using someone else’s ID.”The manager gazed down and merged the broken pieces of your license as if he’d done it a million times before. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s a Florida license too,” the manager said. “Look, you got to be 21 to get in here; you look 19 and your ID says you’re 32. Get out and stay out! By the way, you’re lucky we aren’t calling the cops because using a fake ID is a misdemeanor that can get you locked up for six months. You're welcome.”A sarcastic chorus of howls emerges from the others waiting in the line. And some people leave and start walking to the Speakeasy next door. (Hmm . . . I wonder why.)The Cops Soon Arrive . . .Frustrated and irate, you turn to your friend who’s a paralegal for a criminal defense attorney and ask, “Can he do that—tear up my license? I didn’t even think he could confiscate it.”“Let me text the lawyer I work for; he’s a night owl, so he should be awake,” your friend says. Meanwhile, as others furnish their IDs, a look of trepidation sweeps their face, hoping to survive the gauntlet of The Undertaker’s ruthless inspection.The reply text arrives and states the following:What the Fuck? Bouncers aren't law enforcement or security guards. They don't have authority to detain or arrest anyone, and they definitely don't have the right to destroy your property, particularly a government-issued ID because you look much younger in the pic and had a beard. They can only confiscate, and even then, they have to have a reasonable suspicion it's a fake. Unless your license is punched, it's super flimsy, the hologram is missing, it's expired, or there are other red flags such as a mismatch with the description listed on the ID, he can't just chop it up. Heck, he can't even confiscate it! Call the cops, file a police report, and get the scraps from that brute.  Once your friend gets done reading the text, you tell the bouncer, “I’m calling the cops, you destroyed my property without good reason! Bullies and creepers like you need to see a badge to keep your animal instincts in check.”“Shut up and kiss my ass.” The Undertaker says. “The speakeasy over there doesn’t card. Why don’t you scoot there, I heard they have great live music . . . haha.”And then it happens . . . the cops arrive.You tell the two cops that you’re visiting from Florida, and that the bouncer cut your ID, thinking it was a fake.“Apparently, I don’t look like ‘Daniel’ in the photo,” you say. “Here are a few of my credit cards— and my COSTCO membership card.”The cops take a quick look at all the cards. Indeed, they all have your name, Daniel Myers, on them. Then, they approach the Undertaker, who looks like he just survived a near-drowning experience. His skin pale and face somber, he says, “Officers, this man is using some other guy’s Florida driver’s license. The man in the license is 32 and has a beard. This guy looks like he’s 19 and has no beard.”“Let’s see the license, please.” the cops say.The Undertaker reaches in his pockets and gives them the severed license.“First, you have no right to cut up anyone’s license, fraudulent or not,” the cops say. Second, this ID appears to be authentic.”One of the cops then takes out his phone, while the other merges the severed pieces of the ID like a jigsaw puzzle. Snap. He takes a photo of the barcode using an app that helps determine if the license is valid and whom it belongs to. Name, age, address, birthday—it all pops up.The Undertaker looks confused and nervous. He pages the manager to come down to let him know the cops are checking to determine whether it’s a fake. Shocked by modern technology—namely, the cops’ ability to validate a driver’s license, his inspections of patron IDs evolve from ruthless to cursory inspections, handing the IDs back after glimpsing at them for only a few seconds. He’s huffing and puffing now.The Undertaker Gets Bounced . . .“This ID is not fake. Daniel Myers owns this ID and this man is Daniel Myers. He fits the description: same eye color, weight, height, and address. He looks younger than the picture because he shaved his beard,” the cop says. “You should try shaving your beard, you will not only will you look younger, but you’ll also look human. Next time, if someone requests to show other forms of ID, such as credit cards, take them up on the offer.”The cops give you back your driver’s license. The manager comes down and immediately thanks the police for helping protect the establishment from you.“Sir, your cryptic bouncer is the only person that’s a danger to your establishment,” the cop says. “This man’s ID is authentic; we scanned the barcode using our app. Yet your bouncer cut up his ID. You realize that because he’s not law enforcement, your bouncer doesn’t even have a right to confiscate it unless there is a reasonable basis to do so?”“Oh my. I’m so sorry officers,” the manager said. He then yells at The Undertaker, telling him to “go the hell home!”As The Undertaker walks away, you tell him to get some sun and change his wardrobe. (Why not take a couple of potshots at him after that ordeal?) He keeps trudging along, not looking back once. The manager then offers to waive any cover charges for you and your friends and apologizes profusely. He also promises to fire The Undertaker.“What about my license?” you ask.“I’ll pay for the replacement and the inconvenience of having to get another issued,” he says. Then he hands you a folded bill, and as you unfold it, there it is . . . Ben Franklin’s face. Ching, ching.You go in with your friends, enjoy the music, and make a toast to The Undertaker —the bouncer with the sweaty bear paws that made all this possible.Cheers!

Thanos of Titan had come to Metropolis. His massive stellar cruiser descended on the city, blocking out the sun as it hovered in mid-air.The Mad Titan stood on top of his giant ship, clad in his signature gold-and-blue body armor, dazzling under the hot afternoon sun. He stood proudly, arms firmly placed on his hips, smiling as he inspected his newfound playground. The Eternal had finally defeated the Avengers. And now, he’d come to claim his prize.“People of Earth”, the Mad Titan boomed, “A new age is upon you! I, Thanos of Titan, have bested your mightiest heroes, and now claim ownership over this planet!”As The Tyrant spoke, what looked like a missile miles away shot into the air, rising dozens of miles into the sky. It hovered in the air for a bit, before shooting towards him, hurtling at the speed of light.The figure halted a few yards ahead of Thanos. The blur came into view: A fair-skinned man with jet-black hair, dressed in royal blue tights. A flowing red cape swinging behind him, fluttering under the wind. His figure sparkled under the sun, standing tall, with his chest wide and shoulders spread out. His thick jawline was sharply chiseled, and his eyes held a calm but dangerous expression in them.Thanos’ sly grin slowly morphed into a deep, burrowed scowl.“And just who the hell, are you?”, the Titan bellowed.“Just call me the guardian of this city,” Superman replied. “And I’m here to tell you to move your ship out of Metropolis airspace. You’re blocking our sunlight.”The Titan flared with rage at the puny man’s impudence. “You dare question the mighty Thanos?! I am the Titan Eternal! Conqueror of worlds! Ruler of galaxies! You dare bark orders at me?”Superman stood quiet for a moment. Marveling at the Titan’s unbridled pride.A slight frown formed across Superman's face when he eventually spoke up. “I’m not going to ask you again. Move, or I move you.”The Titan smirked. Did this common man believe that he can defeat the Eternal Titan?“Well, you’re welcome to try”.Like a bullet, the Man of Steel shot into his Titanian counterpart, knocking the Eternal off his perch, before pulling him down into the hard asphalt beneath.The Man of Steel rose, levitating over his dazed foe. The Titanian, in turn, struggled to his feet. He hadn’t expected this unseemly human to be so strong.The Eternal formed a pint of saliva in his mouth, before spitting unto his gloved palms. Thanos rubbed his hands together, and cracked his neck, before jumping at his foe.One strong punch sent the Kryptonian hurtling miles into the skies. Thanos followed with another punch, smashing the Kryptonian through a nearby skyscraper.Superman whizzed through the skies, propelled by the force of Thanos’ blow. He quickly collected himself in mid-air, and with a bang, the Man of Steel burst at his grounded foe, right arm outstretched for a punch.Thanos was quick, though. He spun on the approaching alien, catching him by the foot, before hurling him down the street. The Man of Steel tore the ground open as he skidded on the asphalt, crashing into the hood of a nearby car. Terrified civilains bolted out of the vehicle as The Mad Tyrant approached once more, barrelling towards Superman at immense speeds.The Kryptonian managed to dodge Thanos’ initial swing, allowing the tyrant’s cold metal fists to clash with the vehicle’s steel chassis. Superman feinted to the right, jabbing the Titan with a swift uppercut.Thanos staggered a step backwards, and was quickly met with an onslaught of blows from his opponent. Superman struck wildly at the behemoth first jabbing him on the left cheek, then smacking him on the right, before dishing out a huge knee to the gut.The Titan’s body coiled over Superman's hard knee as it rammed into his stomach. Thanos now saw that this unseemly man was quite powerful. But alas, even the mightiest of challengers were but insects in the presence of the great Thanos.The Titan's palms lit with yellow radiation. In a quick move, he sprung on Superman, knocking him off his feet with a strong blow to the chin. But before the Man of Steel hurtled into the skies, Thanos caught him by the face, slamming his skull into the floor, before hurling him into the walls of an office building some twenty yards off.Brick turned to rubble as the Kryptonian smashed through the wall, crashing into a desk that lay inside the deserted building.Thanos followed quickly. With one huge bound, he leapt from where he stood, landing on the Man of Steel with a thud. The Titan proceeded to lay waste to his enemy. He knelt on top of the hero, dealing heavy blows to the Kryptonian’s face and torso. Each punch rattled the Earth, sending shockwaves around the building that scattered paperwork and toppled desktops.Superman felt himself grow wearier with each blow. Rarely did the Man of Steel face such mammoth strength. His body almost fell numb as it absorbed the blows. His head begun to spin, throbbing with pain.But Clark would not quit.The Kryptonian’s eyes shot open.They buzzed, crackling with red-hot laser energy. Superman allowed the energy to accumulate within his pupils for a brief moment, brimming and overflowing, before releasing it all at once.A huge blast flew directly into Thanos's eyes. The Titan lurched back, roaring in pain as he clutched his wounded eyes. But he was not allowed time to rest. Another barrage of lasers plowed into his chest, sending the tyrant flying through the roof of the building. Superman followed shortly after, knocking the Titan back with a heavy blow.A second blow sent the Titan hurtling further into the air. Thanos' limp body whoosed through the skies helplessly, crashing through his own ship as it went.The Man of Steel smacked the Titan around midtown like a pinball machine. Repeatedly punching him away, before rushing ahead of him, only to deliver another blow. For the good part of ten minutes, the Titan Thanos flew limply, absorbing the unrelenting force of Superman’s blows.But The Mad Titan was done playing games.Superman got in place to deliver the next blow. However, Thanos would not allow that. The Titan’s palm shot out, catching the boy scout by the face. Thanos let out a loud heave as he hurled the body into the white concrete pavement beneath them.The Man of Steel came crashing to the Earth like a meteor, digging into the soil underneath the tiles, spewing clouds of brown dust into the air.Thanos followed quickly. He dove to the ground after Superman, landing on the Kryptonian’s body with a world-shacking bang. One foot slammed into the alien’s head, and the other into his exposed gut.The Mad Titan quickly proceeded to lay waste to the hero, grabbing him by the head and mercilessly smashing his skull into the ground. One. Two. Three. Four. Thanos dished out a beating, before hurling the Kryptonian’s body into a glass statue a few miles off.The tall structure crumbled down on the Man of Steel, burying his upper body under a heap of metal wiring and tempered glass.Thanos stood about thirty paces off, panting heavily. In the heat of battle, the Mad Titan didn’t even realize that his jaw had been dislocated. He felt up his fractured chin line, snapping his jaw back into position, before wiping a stream of purple blood from underneath his nose.Superman staggered to his feet, fighting back the searing pain that shot through his body. He placed a finger to his ear, activating a comms system that was planted there.“Bruce, It’s Clark. I’m in downtown Metropolis, and I need backup.”Superman quickly dropped his hand, darting at the Titan Eternal. He landed a massive punch as he flew by, before zooming in again, landing another punch and flying away. He repeated, coming in again and again, repeatedly slamming the Titan as he passed by.Superman now saw that this foe was stronger than him. Hence, he’d decided to take advantage of his immense speed to win the battle.Superman continued his onslaught. One blow. Two blows. Three blows. Four. Five, Six, Seven, Eight Nine Ten Eleven. The Man of Steel didn’t relent. His speed and strength increased with each strike, staggering the Mad Titan further and further.Thanos watched as his opponent continued the hit-and-run tactic, carefully waiting for an opening. His deep blue eyes darted left and right like flies, tracing the Man of Steel’s movements. Waiting for a chance to strike. Then…Wham!In one quick move, the Titan Eternal plowed his gold-plated fist into Superman’s chest, sending the Krytonian flying in the opposite direction.Superman recovered himself quickly, sharply focusing his attention back on the Mad Titan. He attempted to fly at Thanos once more, but with a wave of his hand, the tyrant opened a vortex of yellow energy beside him.Superman was only quick enough to brush past Thanos before the eternal stepped through his portal. The Man of Steel looked around hastily, inspecting the area for signs of the Mad Titan. But none were found. He took the Eternal’s retreat to mean that Thanos had forfeited the battle.But The Mad Titan never quits.Just as Superman turned to leave, he noticed a shadowy figure behind him. Too slow to dodge,the hero was briefly met with a strong punch to the side of his head, sending him rushing miles back.Superman crashed and skidded on the ground, tearing the asphalt in two, before jumping to his feet. A pool of blood steamed from an open wound on the top corner of his skull. Suddenly, his eyes burst with red energy, popping and crackling as the Man of Steel summoned his mighty power.Thanos had seen this trick before. He cracked his knuckles, forming a shield of yellow energy in his hands, before charging at the foe.The onrushing Titan was met with a beam of red-hot laser energy. The initial strike pushed him back a bit. But the Titan planted his feet in the ground like a tree, slowly trudging against the force. Holding his shield in one hand, he fired a beam of yellow energy from the other, negating the kryptonian’s ray with his own.Superman would not be undone. He injected more energy into his blast, tripling the size of the beam. Thanos staggered a few steps back as the ray smashed heavily into his shield. Even the Mad Titan could not help but marvel at the Kryptonian’s power.But Thanos wasn't quitting. He increased the intensity of his own blast, pushing against the rays as he slowly trudged towards the Man of Steel. Thanos gathered speed. First jogging, then running, then barreling towards Superman. With one heavy swoop, the Titan rammed his shield into the Kryptonian’s chin.The blow sent Superman into the skies at sonic speeds. Thanos followed shortly after. He jumped at the Man of Steel, fists clasped together and buzzing bright with powerful yellow energy. The Titan raised his hands above his head, before, with one planet-shattering blow, bringing them down on the Kryptonian's chest.A 12-foot shockwave shook the skies once the blow connected. The two seemed to freeze in mid-air as Superman absorbed the pain, a twisted grin forming across the tyrant’s face.The Man of Steel coughed out a quart of blood, before, like a rocket, blasting down towards the ground.On impact, fire and brimstone erupted from the ground. A heavy explosion rocked the city. The ground shook furiously, bringing down nearby infrastructure. Clouds of smoke and ash billowed high into the skies, covering entire city blocks in darkness.Under the clouds of ash, one could vaguely make out the forms of two figures.Thanos stood triumphant. Streaks of purple blood covered his face, his armored hand dented in multiple spots, but the tyrant stood tall, cackling wildly as he grabbed his defeated opponent. Thanos pulled Superman by the oily black tuft of hair atop his head. The Man of Steel's body hung limply, beaten, bruised, and battered. Being dragged along the ground as Thanos paraded his defeated foe."Is this the best your accursed planet could offer?!" Thanos yelled, gesturing towards the beaten hero.Superman made a sly grin under his swollen cheek."Not by a long shot. They are."As if on cue, six warriors appeared in the skies. An Amazonian maiden clad in a bright red suit of armor. A man with the posture of a king clad in golden garbs, fearsome trident in-hand. A green-clad warrior wielding a ring of energy. A strange fellow who seemed to be both man and machine. A red-dressed road runner who seemed to move faster than light itself. And a black-clad knight of justice, long cape fluttering in the wind.The smoke in the air cleared as the six beings descended to the ground a few paces off, each standing tall, braced for war as if to say, "We are not afraid of you".The Titan's smile quickly turned to a frown once more. "And just who the hell, are YOU?" he bellowed."A few friends of mine." Superman grunted, " Call them the Justice League."Thanos cracked his fists and stood on the ready once more. He faced off against the mysterious intruders. Then as one, they charged.And another battle begun!