Lobo

“If you're gonna be a fraggin' scumpile, at least do it with a code.” — Lobo of #Earth333 — Backstory Incoming but should be nearly identical to N52 Lobo — Fresh slate for development!

- pompous diety,” Lobo cried out in nearly psychotic laughter. He was sure that there was some deeper purpose to his arriving here. But right now? The important thing was killin' this poser for doin' dome weird hypnosis shit on his not-girl.

- Lobo ripped out what's known as an extradimensional inhibition grenade. Basically, it's like an EMP for arcane forces. He dropped it on the ground like he would drop a quarter. “I came here for good business, but not /this/ good! Just think about my reputation after I off a -

- watching? She was supposed to be sending him packing, not wonderin' what he's packing! She was supposed to deliver the pink slip, not try to deliver his children! Oh, this would not stand. People don't just pound the salmon in front of Lobo. Momma did not raise a bitch. -

- deal with magic. He could do it right now. Through all of this, Lobo hadn't even realized that he had been smacked. He was too busy devising his strategy for slicing off the head of a god. He didn't tune back in til Kara was... about to marry the guy? What the frag was he -

- end. But not this one. This time, the laser decided to up and /correct/ itself. Apollo, in all his fraggin' vanity, would probably spew some manure about things knowing better than to harm his perfect figure. But he wasn't a damn amateur. That was magic! Oh, he knew how to -

If there were a word to describe how fraggin' done Lobo is with all of this, he'd be the one singing it til the damn cows come home. So this whole crack show was supposed to meet and abrupt ending when Lobo shot this pampered doll in the face. That's usually how these problems -

- drew and fired a blaster pistol that could put a hole in a Super's chest.

- For /him/. And Lobo wasn't about to tolerate anyone makin' a move on his girl that he ain't in a relationship with! The only one fraggin' that is him! “Hey, Glowing God of Idiocy. You've should've minded your own business.” Lobo spat out in contempt. And as he did, Lobo -

-slipped through the fraggin' cracks. Cause there wasn't a damn soul in existence who told him /Apollo/ was showing up. Why was Apollo showing up? What the hell use could he have here? Wait a minute, this was Apollo. He was clearly here to sing for Kara until she began singing.-

Lobo had exceptional intelligence contacts all throughout the universe. Really, he had connections in all the right places. He had whole armies of people telling him the whos, whats, whens, wheres and even the whys. But, in this particular occasion, all of that intel just -

- and not me. What did ya think? That I'd give a pat on the ass and say go get 'em, sport?” Lobo explained in tones of exasperation, already forgetting exactly why he came here to begin with. At least for the moment. #WW333

- anger. Now, those bouts of extreme anger? Color that as hot as he is blue. “First of all, Miss Morality, that one ain't on me. How was I supposed to know he was plannin' on delivering green peppers instead of /sausage/! You were the one braggin' about expecting some hot date-

- peace. Because soon after, Kara was smacking at his chest as if it were a drum while she cried bloody murder over something as mundane as bloody murder! Apparently she had that earth style of morality, despite her occasional mishaps generally brought on by bouts of extreme -

- just happened to be death. So, watching Kara play off his 'overtime' as if it were hardly a relevant thing... well, he couldn't help but wonder where they keep the shower in this damned hellhole. Unfortunately, the mood died soon after the pizza boy did. And may it rest in -

There was nothing that Lobo loved more than a girl who could watch someone get shot, then shrug and comment as if it were a meaningless occurrence. Lobo, in the true spirit of capitalism, provided a service for the sake of personal enrichment. Of course, the service he provided-

New target: Confirmed. The pizza boy should've been example enough.

Lobo is not accepting tag team partners at this time All applicants, including pizza guys, will be shot on sight.

- cobalt light through the pizza man's heart. He dropped the box of pizza as he fell to the ground in the midst of his final breath. “I'm offended, blondie. If you're gonna go steppin' out on the main man, at least find a fraggin' actual man!” #WW333

- punk was strolling out with some box in hand. “Oh, I'm putting him out of his misery,” Lobo said while shaking his head. He pulled his blaster out of his back pocket, turning around to unintentionally give Kara a rear side view of the entire thing. Then he shot a beam of -

- thinking that this was an open Not-relationship! Fortunately, the 'someone else' arrived before Lobo could announce his intentions. He turned around to behold the contender. Good lord, what did she /see/ in him? Lobo watched with utter confusion as some scrawny, twiny haired -