Originally Posted by
Beadle
Sentry is the Prom Queen. After all, he is the prettiest. [/OldBoardCaptainEnglandMeme]
The Prom King is Thanos, and he enjoys taking his place on his Prom Throne, to which he has added sundry unapproved modifications. In years to come he will evolve the Prom Throne concept, giving it rotary-wing VTOL capabilities, and calling it his Prom Copter.
The Prom King was always expected to be Darkseid but then he was embarrassed publicly and kind of went of the rails a bit, like a high-powered Biff Tannen. After leaving school he’ll end up under-achieving, working as assistant manager in a hardware store, before losing his home in a poker game, and winding up an alcoholic, sleeping on Mary Marvel’s couch. Mary meets up once a month for coffee and a catch-up with Supergirl and Donna Troy, and she tells them that he looked so desperate she said he could stay for a few days until he sorted himself out, but he just never left and now she can’t get rid of him.
Back at the prom, Thor and Wonder Woman are making out against the lockers, but the Hall Anti-Monitor shoos them away back into the main hall.
The Skyfather Faculty are all gathered together. For some reason not a single person can recall what Odin actually teaches, but they know he’s important, and they’re sure they used to know.
Zuras has lost his faculties completely and is sitting on the floor in a corner drinking methylated spirits from a plastic bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag. Hercules is sitting with him, slapping him on the back, laughing at his ramblings and generally just trying to get hold of the alcohol - he’s happy to run the risk of blindness, just to get utterly loaded tonight.
There’s a photo on the wall from a previous graduating class of PC Supes, just above an NCAA Lacrosse Championship trophy in a glass case, and next to it there’s a newspaper report entitled ‘Local School Lacrosse Hero Dies in Tragic Gardening Accident’. His younger brother, who wasn’t born until after his brother was killed, looks up at it and wipes away an angry tear. He doesn’t cry for his brother, but because his parents never got over the death, and even gave him the same name, although he never quite matched his sibling’s sporting achievements. Hercules sees him standing there, miserable, and offers him a glug of Zuras’ paint-thinner.
Man, I really want someone to write The Kids of Class 100 High.