SPANDEX AND CAPES: [AKA] SAC RP

YEAR: 1997—1999

               The world is choking on the idea of an end of all things.

Mushroom clouds, cracks in the infrastructure. Everything in the schematics of life, they think points to the end. An Armageddon because the ice caps are melting and countries are always on the brink of a war—against themselves, or against each other? Polar bears are going extinct; we’re cutting down too many trees in the rain forest. There’s that stuff in the Middle East; that stuff in our own backyard that we ignore because we’re used to be taken care of, surrounded by chain link fences that keep the bad stuff out.

When Uncle Sam’s choking in a puddle of red, when America’s on her knees — who do you turn to?

A group of people whose world is constantly ending; ladies and gentlemen who are used to signs of the apocalypse, because they come with each penitentiary riot, each break out from a pair of handcuffs. With each cataclysm, with each discovered of a new secret—their worlds come crashing down and they are forced to find a way to build them back up. These girls in yellow go-go boots, these boys dressed up in cowls chasing down the kitty cats that always managed to find the one nook or cranny they can’t reach.

These iron men, these porcelain women. They fight for the inevitable truth and justice, against the metaphoric hurricanes that blow through town. Hell bringers and connoisseurs of chaos against Captains and Canaries. Time to fling off your Sunday best and don your spandex and capes, because the times are no longer black and white; it’s 1999.