Day 324. Suds

\The other gods laughed at his power to control bubbles. Now he's the greatest hero they've ever seen. Although he cant control the waters like Poseidon and Neptune... damnit he can envelope your in a tsunami worth of suds if ever you decide to commit acts on the wrong side of law.

Day 133. Tissue Pile Niall

This unlikely hero's powers stem from the same realm as Jebbend Jack's. The difference being that Tissue Pile Niall uses these powers for good.... Or so he would claim (hmmmmmmm). No one knows how or why he tears toilet paper up and places the remains scattered around the floor but it matters not. For it confuses and stuns his opponents. It confuses Loose-cannon Liam so much that even if Tissue Pile Niall defeats him at fifa he forgets all about it. Galaxy rappers and Dr. Pepper cans galore litter wherever he goes, like a calling card for justice. He had originally planned to battle Jebbend Jack with his own tsunami of random litter in an epic collision that would shake the universe but unfortunately he got caught up trying to finish a quarter of his girls size portion of spaghetti bolognese; Meanwhile Loose-cannon Liam was beating Jebbend Jack to death with one of his X Box controllers. Now he travels the world with Skyrim Tim searching for an ally to bring down the villainous Loose-cannon Liam. To remain undetected by his enemy he currently goes by his alter ego, Niall Mareesh.

Day 130. Jebbend Jack

This devilish deceiver is one of the most underhanded villains you will ever come across. He produces so much waste and leaves so many pots, pans and cutlery unwashed that the first house he lived in as a student turned into the Fresh Kills Landfill. In his second year his home became the Great Pacific Trash Vortex. Of course, he was always quick to pass the blame on to his much cleaner, intelligent, and better looking house mates. He would send disjointed text messages to the authorities claiming his innocence. Due to the sheer desperation and illegibility of the texts, he was quickly found out to be the guilty party and the beast fled into the open world to pollute and ruin it as he had his student homes. No man has produced so much waste within the confines of a kitchen as Jack and, now free to roam across the continents as he pleases, his movements are akin to a tsunami of unwashed pasta bowls and cheese graters. It is said that he is now more jebbend than man so be on your guard at all times. Thankfully you can always recognise him by the foul stench of his green hoody, grey jeans and burgundy shoes which presumably were sewn into him at birth.