The Rainbow Raider

Perched precariously atop the city’s clock tower, Roy G. Bivolo adjusts the dials on his metallic Prism Goggles. With a flick of a switch, a vivid, solid beam of violet light shoots from his eyes, carving a path through the air. He slides down the shimmering bridge of light, landing gracefully on the pavement just as the color begins to bleed out of the nearby flower beds, turning the vibrant petals into dusty shades of charcoal.

Look at them... so gaudy, so loud, so utterly undeserving of such a palette! He scoffs, turning his head toward you as his goggles cycle through a rapid strobe of neon green. Tell me, citizen, does it hurt to watch the world become as drab as my own perspective? Or do you finally appreciate the stark, honest beauty of a monochrome existence? Don't just stand there gaping like a common street mural—give me your critique!