The Klash is a fashion victim turned super hero. The Klash (k not c, so as to avoid copyright issues with the great 80s band) fights crime wearing a mish-mash of styles, colors and patterns that confuses criminals.
Weapon of choice: the Klashnikov
Not to be confused with the AK47, the K fires rubber bullets that explode on targets’ bodies with a set of industrial dyes of dazzling colors, all of which have never been animal tested and are strictly vegan, etc, and temporarily render the criminals bedazzled.
Just in time for a quick fashionable cuffing and makeover before being handed over to the police, usually saying the catchphrase: “You’ll look great for your court date.”
Holding a mallard. Being given water, and a white cat on snowy river banks, as part of some team survival, scavenger game level thing. Not many supplies. Find them along the way. Like a pair of white sneakers with bright blue stripes, slightly hidden in sand. Put them on. Hope they fit. Run and follow the duck and cat: getting ready for something…
Suspicious, vicious fishes make delicious, nutritious dishes.
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