It all started with a talking Raccoon totting a mini-gun. It was more of a mini mini-gun, him being a Raccoon and all. He was a wicked bad-ass Raccoon and deserved a spot in the line up. The line up had been an ever expanding roster of the craziest bunch of costumed freaks and paragons, horrors and misfits, heroes and villains that ever lived the MU. It was a vast array, but not endless. In fact, there came a point when it was very endy. In that it ended. With no Raccoon.
Confronted with this, which other choice was there for a committed, hardy collector? All he could do was arm himself with some kneadatite and pointy prongy things, and ensure the Raccoon became a reality.
This was the result:
He didn't end up with a mini-gun, but hey, you know what they say about bringing one to a knife fight.
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