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Headquarters of Dark Masters Inc.

Last night, I got kidnapped by HDMI. That’s short for the Headquarters of Dark Masters Inc. Don’t ask. Anyway, they drove up in a black stretch limo that was pimped out with light-up spinning rims, and the license plate said “GOTCHA”. I didn’t think anything of it. So I just kept walking home. Then the limo started to slow down. I was getting a little suspicious, but thought nothing of it, so I kept walking. Then it stopped, and one of the tinted windows rolled down. I figured that they were lost, and wanted to ask me for directions. I stopped walking, and I walked up to the limo and asked them “Are you looking for something?” They opened the door, and dragged me in.

I was in this vehicle, with 4 guys and 1 woman, all dressed in black. The one woman was too busy making out with one of the other men to notice what was conspiring. One of the men, with auburn hair and really pretty blue-green eyes, looked at me. Was pretty much studying me. I didn’t know what they were going to do to me. Why, oh, why did I offer help? Why, oh, why did I do that? Now I’m going to die…oh, dear, I am going to die! He saw the fear in my eyes and said “Don’t be afraid. We’re very harmless people. We’re the Headquarters of Dark Masters Incorporated. Or HDMI for short. We’re a secret society that only comes out during the night. I can tell you more if you’d like to have dinner with us.”

Yeah, like I really have a choice at this point–I am in your limo after all!

They go to this underground restaurant where there were more HDMI members having dinner. “I’m Marth. Not a lot of people know where this is, and we don’t bring just any old body to this place.” Marth takes out an extra chair from the back and seats me in it. The other three men and woman sit next to him and look intently at me. I’m still scared out of my wits, but Marth seems nice enough. “What we do is we look out for rogue superheroes.”

“Rogue superheroes? Are you serious?”
“I figured you would say something like that. Yeah, it sounds preposterous, and a lot of people say ‘yeah, right’. But they do exist. Superheroes who are more super-villains than anything else. Have you noticed anything strange as of late?”
“Oh, you mean other than you guys? Nope, haven’t noticed.”
“No? Major events that seemed a bit too sabotaged for even a superhero to thwart?”
“You’re making no sense to me.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Marth then directs the woman to take me into a dark room with a screen. This restaurant has everything in it! Then she says, “I know it makes no sense now. It never does. Nothing does.” She leaves the room. Then a movie comes on about the HDMI and rogue superheroes and the like. Turns out that the organization was created by a certain Marth Garden Sr., 50 years ago. After the movie ends, I turn around to see Marth; the son of the founder, staring broadswords in my eyes. “Well, does it make any sense?”

“The only thing that made sense in that whole thing was that the founder is your father.”
“That’s a start.”

To be continued…