Accento - Killing You Softly With His Words

Accento was born Robert Frankstien in 1976 in a small suburb outside of Baltimore. It was 1988 while in elementrary school that he was double-dog-dared to take on local bully James Pecan in a tongue-twister battle of Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickles. That fateful battle would eventually put him on the world map.

Just as it seemed Robert was defeated, he looked deep inside himself and in a Dragon Ball-Z moment unleashed his full power. He then performed the Piper tongue twister followed seamlessly with Six sick slick slim sycamore saplings, A box of biscuits, a batch of mixed biscuits, A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.......

and just as his hair began to stand on end, he went into warp speed and shouted.

Betty Botter had some butter,
"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.
If I bake this bitter butter,
it would make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter--
that would make my batter better."

So she bought a bit of butter,
better than her bitter butter,
and she baked it in her batter,
and the batter was not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter
bought a bit of better butter.

Robert Frankstien died that day, and Accento was born.

Accento went on to produce three number one selling rap albumns. Hordes of women would flock to him after shows from the rumor of his mutant-powered tongue strength. Accento was on top of the world. It seemed nothing could stop him. Unfortunatly, his mutant stength proved useless in battle.

In a rage of jealousy 50-cent killed Accento with three glock-9 shots to the chest, stating "thake that you sthilly bith." Accento died at the age of 31. At his funeral the Micro-Machines guy showed up and paid his respects.

Perspiron: Pore Control Extradoinare

It took some convincing on the part of Perspiron to prove his claimed ability. An in-depth interview in the meat refrigeration unit to truly observe the quality of his powers. After coming to terms with and learning how to control his porous capability, he was actually able to make quite good use of it. Now, the interesting part of his "ability" was that it had absolutely no effect on others. Perspiron had the unique trait of being able to completely control the output AND input of his pores. Imagine battling someone that was so lubricated with their own sweat, making it near impossible to have any kind of solid grip. Granted, when battling other mutants with powers that defied the laws of known physics, it might not be the most helpful asset. On the other, more human side of things, wrestling, basketball, boxing would be seemingly impossible, or at the very least an extreme nuisance against someone that sweat to the beat of a bathtub of K-Y.

At the age of 29, Perspiron was banned from the world of competitive sports and after a dramatically failed attempt at bottling and marketing his own output, Perspiron decided to take his own life. The guest speaker at his funeral was Patrick Ewing, one of the sweatiest Knicks to ever play the game and a great admirer of Perspiron's career.

Turfman

Ask almost any mutant about Turfman and you'll get one of two responses. 1) "Who?" or 2) "Yeah. Harmless." It was this second response that led to his untimely demise. T-man's skill set consisted of making sure that any planned battle between Magneto's crew and Professor X's would be on the most plush of terrains. Yes, that's right. Turfman was blessed with the seemingly underwhelming ability to produce 5x5 sheets of luscious, green astro-turf at will. You might think of him as the grounds keeper of the ongoing saga that would determine the future of our planet. That's at least how he saw himself.

Sadly, as we all know, there are very few battles that are planned out as such. I mean, if he was around for the Sharks Vs. the Jets, he probably would've been pumped about knowing where and when said fight would take place. He'd get an average of a job a month doing what he felt was a service to all mutants. This lasted through the latter part of his teen years but as work became less consistent (mainly due to the consistent travel of most big shot mutants) he found a career in the sports world. He had success utilizing his powers in the human realm, but yet again, there came a time when no more new stadiums were being built and the satisfaction he once had, providing a comfortable fighting ground, had been lost.

Turfman was lucky enough to die doing what he loved best. In an epic battle between Colossus and Juggernaut, Turfman noticed that two of his 5x5 squares were curling at the corners. Without even bothering to look around, he made a mad dash out to the field only to have his skull stepped on by a trouncing Juggernaut. After the battle, no one even noticed.

Another Useless Mutant Power Duo

It looks like Kevin Rose and Alex from Digg are looking to become useless super heroes too.

"I am looking for some artist to help me finish this graphic novel. This graphic novel is 120 page story. I have broken up all the arcs to be separate issues. As of right now—I have five artists working on their issues. But I need four more people to help finish this comic book."