A Pirate. A Cowboy. An Indian.
An Army Ranger.
A Navy Seal.
And many whom will forever remain unnamed.
Every weekend a new persona. A new role. A new vigilante ready to save the world and possibly defy gravity.
For days his closet would sit, awaiting his return. A treasure trove of adventure waiting for its main character to materialize.
The possibility of being rescued loomed in the air.
Like a storybook awaiting storyteller. An instrument awaiting its musician.
Without him, there is simply no justness.
With him, anything was possible.
The future was bright.
Help was a bat phone call away.
And justice was on the horizon.
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