Beating out Zaphod Beeblebrox since 1940

[odditycollector]

So! Who has seen the pic of Alan Scott's upcoming new costume? You?



I know, by all objective reasoning, that I should hate it. Indeed, when that image first graced my field of vision, my expression probably wasn't far from Jay Garrick's look of horror. Or that of any of the other characters in that picture, who I assume are seeing that getup for the first time. (Or possibly have been aware of it for a while, and still *cannot adjust*.)

But after considering for a moment, I realized that actually I LOVE it, because it is 100% in character! Something like this happens EVERY TIME he makes fashion decisions.

caiusmajor: Oh ALAN, why do they let you dress yourself?

Somewhere in the DCU, Molly is facepalming, and she's not going to know why until the news comes on.

(Disclaimer: I am aware of the context in which this ensemble came to be. It is still the ugliest of all options.)

Comments

[thefourthvine]

...Are there joints in that thing I just can't see? Because as far as I can tell, he cannot rotate or bend his spine above the waist. At all. No neck movement! No thoracic spine movement! This is not going to make fighting easy.

Although maybe I'm being too picky. I mean, he seems to have borrowed that reactor thingy from Iron Man, maybe because he had a giant hole punched through him and was like, "Dude, what do I PUT in there? Wait, I know - Stark has that shiny thing!" If I had to choose between having a giant hole punched through my torso and not being able to move my spine above the waist, I'd go with the latter, since you can live through that. Whereas obvious this dude has managed to survive having both problems and he's still found a way to make an anti-gravity device just for his cape. That's heroic, all right.

[odditycollector]

How did I not see the hole punch thing until people pointed it out to me. It makes the whole thing even more ridiculous! Would not have guessed that is possible!

Dude in question is a sort of Green Lantern (Brief intro I wrote, largely mocking his other fashion choices). It looks like that thing is made up of magic green energy, so it's as flexible as he imagines it to be.

I bet his friends and loved ones are wishing otherwise, though. I always assume Molly, his wife, has forbidden him from buying clothes for himself. But while she can sneak the plaid ties and tapered neon trousers into the goodwill bin, it's harder to get at an ensemble stored in his imagination.