by AdamFerguson
I never would have thought in a million years that wearing spandex and a helmet would get me recognized by the Intergalactic Confederacy. Now I'm in some sort of messed up alien death game for the fate of the human race. If the "good guys" win, Earth joins the Intergalactic Confederacy. If they lose, the planet becomes a breeding and feeding ground for the Brood Queen and her hive. The problem? I'm not actually a superhero. I'm just a guy in a space-themed funk band. Earth. Is. Totally. Screwed.
