Once the Idiot Trust is dead, I release the astral brain projecting brain guy from his container.
So ... astral brain guy. Nice to meet you in person. Or whatever. You know what I mean. Say, aren't you a bit ... you know ... cold?
So, under the direction of a giant floating brain, I freed the terrorists from the control of a tiny floating brain so that they would once again be free to terrorize the unpopulated Canadian wastes.
Is that a win for the good guys or not? I can't even tell anymore.
I return to Ice Base Steel Force or whatever the idiot good guys are calling their clubhouse. One of the great joys of being a superhero is to get up on something tall and then stand around brooding and looking down on all the little people, and I could use a little joy right now.
I think I need to increase the draw distance, because I can't see them from up here.
Back at base I meet Lt. Douglas McKenzie (sigh) who informs me that a Dr. Karl Severisen (sigh) has built an observation post to the north and is monitoring the activities of the terrorist group Viper. (Sigh.)
Right. So I guess we'll go and ruin Viper's day. It's not fair that I should be the only miserable person in Canada.
Next time: For those of you who are sick of Canada, now it's time for... MORE OF THE SAME!