Evan had no friends or family, and those that he did were no doubt outside in the mob ready to attack. For years he had lived large, taking what he wanted while killing several innocent people, many of them cops. That is why once his secret identity was revealed to the world, they all rallied against him in revenge. Outside his plush up scale dwelling, they numbered in the hundreds, some police, some store owners and other widows and widowers, armed with whatever they could grab. By now the police were battering down his front door while others tossed molotov cocktail through his upstairs window. Through it all they chanted multiple curse words mixed in with incessant “DIE DIE DIE!” Nothing, no matter how bordered up Stomp was, would stop the masses from their desire to draw blood and give the Steroid Stampeder the pain he had caused them. So with the sun slowly going down, the mob literately lit their way with fire torches, just like they did in old 1930 horror films. The only thing going for Evan right now was the fact, that the so called ‘Super Hero Types’ he normally fought remained absent from the fight, giving him the temporary advantage.
With his home crumbling down around him, he immediately went into beast mode, transforming his athletic body into the hulking beast known as ‘Stomp!’ Within seconds he grew larger, stronger and even meaner, shouting out in contempt,”You son of B’tchs! You wanted me, WELL YOU GOT ME!” Wasting no more time, he charge forward, smashing through the nearest wall, sending brick and mortar flying everywhere, leaping down three floors, hitting the street below like a rock. The moment he hit the ground, he left a giant crater with small fissures leading out in all directions. But above it all the most horrific part came from the sound of his impact, for with such a massive, ‘BOOM’ the angry mob below fell back in fear. Once again Evan taunted the crowd this time with a loud, “Time to meet your maker!” as he cracked his knuckles in preparation for the fight, then quickly proceeded to attack. In a fury of violence he lashed out, knocking some clear across the street with a simple shove, while smashing the skulls of other with a little pressure. But through it all, it was a massacre on Stomps side as none of the protesters had an ounce of his strength and speed, and as such they were like rag dolls in his presence.
In the end it was a blood bath, as Stomp literary painted the streets red with his victims blood. The only thing holding him back was the lack of people to kill. But with each bone broken, and with every drop of blood spilled, Evan felt justified in his action. It was not his fault his identity was revealed therefore it was not his fault the mob showed up at his door, his only fault was that he did not kill the protesters earlier when he killed their loved ones. But as the last one gasped for his last breath, a giant shadow was cast upon him as a huge figure above blocked out the sun. For there above him, hundreds of heroes flew in the sky with capes dramatically flowing in the wind. Everyone of them looking down upon him with only one goal in mind, “Stopping Stomp before he kills again!” Like most villains, Evan knew this day would come, and as the trained fighter he was, he wasn’t going down without a fight. So with the sky littered with super heroes, of every shape and size, he pounded his fists together in a intimidating manner, while saying to himself, “Now this,ishow you goout fighting!” followed by a powerful leap into the air. Then as he soared through the sky with his fists clenched tight, he welcomed his inevitable final chapter, in the book of …..Stomp!
[Your challenge is, sometime after your last adventure, you go blind.]