Rememberance of memes past

[flewellyn]

A couple of years ago I tried to invent a meme. I decided that I would try again. I think it's a fun one.

Okay, here's the deal: it's a simple three-question memey-type thingy.

Question the First: If you could have any one super power, what would it be, and why? What would be the origin of this super power? Would it be natural, learned, or have a contrived and convoluted origin, ala "radioactive spider"?

Question the Second: Given that you had the above super power, what would you do with it? Would you fight crime, evil, and injustice? Perform public services? Do superpowered performance art? Become a supervillain and try to take over the world? Or just be a lazy schmoe who used the power to coast through life?

And, Question the Third: What would your superhero/villain/whatever name be? Or would you use your own name? And would you wear a costume? What kind? Would you have a sidekick, or henchmen/women/robots/mutants?

Answer in comments!

(If you answered two years ago, you don't have to repeat it now. But you can.)

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Okay, here's MY deal

[momily.livejournal.com]

I think I did answer two years ago. But y'know, that was a really long freakin' time ago, and who the heck remembers two years ago, when you're my age?? Or cares?

So.

1. My superpower is this: I would have the ability to create, and sustain for any length of time, any visual/auditory/olfactory hallucination I wanted. I say 'hallucination' because I specifically do NOT want the power to alter reality, just the power to make persons think they are seeing/hearing/smelling something other than what's real. Origin: I don't know. I think it would originate with my own mind - I would suddenly, spontaneously, understand how to do it.

2. What I would do with it is protect myself and others from the Powers of Stupidity and Evil. I would, for example, make a really obnoxious, unsafe driver suddenly believe that the car he just cut off in traffic is in FACT a COP CAR, and that the lights and sirens are going just for him. OR when driving down the interstate, I could prevent such a traffic faux pas by suddenly appearing as if I were a huge 18-wheeler, barreling down the road at 90 mph. OR when walking around somewhere, if someone behaved in a menacing manner toward me, I suddenly appeared to be a really big, ugly, tattooed mo-fo with red eyes and wolf claws, smelling like death. You get the idea.

3. No name, no cape, no red "S" on my chest. I fly below the radar as usual, it's my best defense.

You're welcome. *bows*

Re: Okay, here's MY deal

[flewellyn.livejournal.com]

Amusingly enough, that is, almost to the word, what you wrote two years ago. :-)