Hey Friends, Super Youth is a character from my newly self-published Novel ~ OS ~ the first half of which is available to read, entirely for free, on my website, BLONDYN The character embodies some nuances of the personalities featured on Adult Swim; enjoy! ‘O my gosh, there he is!’ That’s what they say when they see him, zoomin’ way up there, with his black cape, all a-ripple through the Ozone Stratum; but who the heck is he? His Bearing—Naïve. His Style—Sexy. His Costume has been described by the Press as ‘Austere,’—‘Peculiar,’—‘A Match to Zorro’s.’ Even his Super Sharp Sword—which he wields during Times, much less forgiving—has been the subject of countless a Social-Media Platform Escapade; but who the heck is he? Like an iceberg—much about this character is shrouded in cold, Polar Mystery. All nonsense aside, his feats of Daring Heroic and Outlandish Brawn have gained him wide, critical acclaim. He is Super Youth—a World Class Stadium Status Superhero—who for better or worse, keeps an eagle eye out for the Salvation of Mankind... He was flying high over the World—the radar of his mental acumen, a-whirr—when he spotted a severe, weather system, at brew over Finland. ‘Always trouble in Finland,’ Super Youth quoted, Off The Record. ‘Better swoop in and check it out.’ Irrepressible as ever, he flapped his cape with lithe wave... Super Youth boomed as a nuclear blast! In Zoom, he rampaged through the atmosphere, into a blizzard, jam-packed with Black and White Static, As Seen On TV. Having pulled the Super Sharp Sword from its scabbard, he cut through the chaotic mess of snow bits in effort to avenge the very essence of tranquility. ‘Lo and Behold—what’s this?’ Amidst the storm, Super Youth observed a light that blinked via procession that was all much too familiar. The beacon clearly relayed an ‘S-O-S’ signal. Only vaguely did the glow of the lantern outline a rotund silhouette about the person who communicated the emergency. ‘An Eskimo in distress...’ Super Youth hypothesized. With a bolt of blazing bolt, he flew for the scene. ‘I seen it all too many times before,’ he started, and then proceeded to narrate the scenario he envisioned. ‘A lone Eskimo, out there, on a Frozen Lake. He was having a leisurely day of ice-fishing. Maybe caught one too many Rainbow Trout; maybe ate one too many Snow Cones; in either case, doesn’t matter. A Blizzard just showed up outta nowhere—the kind of thing that happens in Finland; this Eskimo was unprepared. Wasn’t long before the storm was so thick, he couldn’t spy the land. O sure, it woulda been nice to simply walk off the Frozen Lake, but he had drilled four thousand holes in the ice that day, and found himself surrounded by sheer abominable freeze. Rather than risk it, he reached for the Kerosene Lantern...’ Super Youth made headway through the base of the blizzard, as his eyes kept to the flashing beacon. ‘Just hang tight, you Eskimo...’ he said. ‘I’ll scoop ya.’ The storm cleared just as Super Youth touched down in the snow, right aside the Eskimo. It was a beautiful morning. Song Birds were chirping. Polar Bears were nuzzling their cubs. The scene appeared just about Kosher, and then the Eskimo stepped aside. Turned out a good-for-nothin’ Penguin had belly-slid down a slope and accidentally crashed into this Eskimo’s Igloo. The Penguin was just fine, the Eskimo explained, but he wanted to see if Super Youth would lend a hand and help him patch the Igloo. Super Youth scraped the sleet off his cape. ‘It doesn’t really fit the job description,’ he confessed, ‘But if it will help you sleep at night...’ Super Youth stuck out a hand, and after a firm shake of that cold little mitt, the two of them bandied about which course of action to expedite. By fire of a Pot-Bellied Stove, the Eskimo stirred a cauldron of Homemade Dark Hot Chocolate, while Super Youth delivered shovelfuls of snow that he attentively shaped and seamlessly packed into the damaged Igloo Wall. By evening, their work was finished. ‘Now this, is one insulated little cranny,’ said Super Youth, satisfied at a job well done. He had hardly set down the shovel, when a flock of twelve Penguins—allured by the aroma of Dark Hot Chocolate—waddled right through the open door. Though confounded, Super Youth kept perfect composure as they fixed themselves a seat around the table. As the Eskimo proceeded to ladle each of them a large, steamy mug, Super Youth patted him on the back. ‘Pray-Tell, keep your friends close...’ he confided, ‘But watch out for these Penguins.’ With that, he flew out the door and into the Eastern Night of a scenic Aurora Borealis. In Zoom to the next Adventure—and a little chilly—he set his bearings for the Equator. Around Noon, as he soared along a low-altitude, Super Youth spotted a luxurious little island, set in the Heart of the Pacific. ‘Well I’ll be...’ he declared. ‘That looks like Bora Bora.’ It was as he kept a lookout for signs of shipwreck, beached whales and such, that Super Youth became distracted by the gorgeous coast, where a hammock swung between two King Palms with him upon it. ‘It just happened,’ he admitted to himself, innocently enough. He swayed there in the Sun and sipped a coconut from a straw, when all a sudden, down from the surrounding Banana Trees, the Paparazzi jumped him. ‘Good God,’ he said, truly flabbergasted. ‘A Setup.’ When one stepped up and offered him a spoon, he accepted. Before he had a chance to scoop out some coconut meat, another handed him the Tabloids. The pages felt hot off the press, as he shook his head at the infamous picture that had already made Front Page News. ‘Shoulda seen it,’ he confessed. ‘n00bish. R00kie. Most undeft doin’ I’ve done.’ Meanwhile, the Paparazzi were taking calls, snapping pix, filming shorts, pitching snippets, each and all them—On Standby—egging him on to make a Statement, in between. Finished with his coconut, Super Youth unswung himself from the hammock and started to reattach his cape. ‘So you caught me,’ he announced, On The Record. ‘And where were you guys when I was bustin’ my back packin’ snow blocks?’ When lo—Super Youth’s 20-20 X-Ray Photographic Vision reached across the Pacific, to where he espied a Damsel—way over in America—held in the tyrannical grip of King Kong who was climbin’ up the Statue of Liberty!