Falcon Boy: Vol. 1: 61’The End of All Things Ever’ Part II
Okay, so I’m losing the run of myself here, but Falcon Boy’s demise really is a huge loss to the world. Or at least the world I’ve created. If not the world, then at least the story because, if you think about it, what am I going to do now?
With Falcon Boy now dead, then so dies the story as well. How can I possibly be writing a book called Falcon Boy and Bewilder Bird versus Dr Don’t Know in a Battle for All the Life of all the Planets when we no longer have a Falcon Boy?
I’m sorry if this is disappointing. You have read the story this far with what, I can only imagine, must have been a great deal of patience, persistence and perseverance.
I’m also guessing the journey has not been an easy one, what with the more than occasional lapses in sentence construction, not to mention some of the far greater crimes committed with narrative construction and the over-liberal use of coincidence for the sake of convenience.
How do you think I feel? Perhaps we would have been better off with Bewilder Bird as the lead character. He’s bigger and stronger than Falcon Boy and as we have just seen, hasn’t died in the battle with the Troublebot. To think that I have wasted two years of my life putting this story together, only to find that the central character isn’t strong enough to survive.
What am I going to do about the other two books I am planning? I already have the first drafts of those complete. I really don’t have the heart to begin all over again with another superhero and another friend and another villain with another evil plan and another resourceful child saving another foolish world from more total and utter destruction.
You were probably even beginning to think that Falcon Boy and his friends were going to successfully thwart the evil plans of Dr Don’t Know. It doesn’t matter now, as Falcon Boy’s careless use of a drum stool as a weapon had caused an enormous explosion, which buried him and the Troublebot he was fighting beneath a huge pile of broken masonry, flight cases, ceiling and other general bits of broken backstage stuff.
One of the Troublebot’s badly-designed legs was sticking out of the rubble and, were you able to focus on anything other than the complete and utter tragedy of the situation, you would probably remark upon the fact that, from a design perspective, the explosion had somewhat improved the ergonomic line of the robot’s leg.