So I was walking down Cooper last night–minding my own business, not bothering anybody–when I stumbled into this little blue dude with white hair worn in a tonsure. Introducing himself as one of the immortal, extraterrestrial Guardians of the Universe, he presented me with a magic wishing ring which allows its wearer to fly, create energy constructs, project force fields, and generally kick ass.
The Guardian explained that, unlike the DCU Green Lanterns, those in this universe are allowed to choose whether they will reveal themselves to their native world or act covertly. (The costumes are also optional.) All of Earth’s previous GLs have been on the down-low, obviously. The previous GL (Paul Newman) having gone to that great studio in the sky, the Guardians planned to offer me the job, but after observing me for a few days, this particular Guardian decided that I’d be corrupted by power in about 22 minutes. As a consolation prize he said I choose the person to be awarded the ring. Who gets it will be responsible for defending Earth against alien invasions, capturing extraterrestrial fugitives on this planet, helping out in natural disasters, and so forth.
Tell me why I should put your name in the hat.