Emergency Backer Update
(five days after the swap meet)
We’ve got some missing Backers. Last night something happened to Pawn and Transplant. We don’t know what’s going on yet so we don’t have many details for you. Our security cameras show both of them rising from their beds simultaneously in the middle of the night, with no alarms or anything. They dressed in full costume, deactivated their puppies, and silently left the building together. They have not been in contact with us. Given the strange zombie-like nature of their departure, we suspect some form of psychic warfare has been deployed against us. We’re hard at work on some precautions as well as the search for our missing teammates.
If you have any information at all about their whereabouts please contact us or the Unfridgable Girl immediately. We’ll keep you updated as new information comes to light. We would appreciate any and all positive sentiments you can send our way in this trying time.
Transplant’s Personal Diary
I’m writing this because I don’t know if I’ll ever get a chance to fully explain it. And because I’ve done so many of those vlogs that it feels weird to not take an hour out of my day to reflect on the rest of it. I’m writing this in the hopes that the people who now think I’m a monster will think I’m a slightly smaller monster with duller teeth. I want them to know that the human part of me put me in this situation just as much as the inhuman part. All of it was my choice, and all the regret I feel seems healthy, like the burning of a long-ignored muscle. This is the record of how I became a spore.
I woke up that night with a very strange feeling in the center of my brain; it was like someone had inserted a flashing green lighthouse into the background of all my memories. Every single one. It was like only realizing that you’re just a fruit on a massive tree the second after you snap off and hit the ground. I felt a throbbing need to return somewhere I had never been. I felt like my conception and birth had all been a mirage and the green spinning light was cutting through it. I needed to see it.
I got out of bed. My puppy, Sprout, lifted his head out of curiosity. He started to whimper but I quickly scratched behind his left ear to turn him off. Sprout’s personality mimicked mine according to Alpha Dog, but he couldn’t feel the call that I was. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew it was not a place for him.
When I had my costume on I crept out into the hall. The Bay was lit only by the blue glow of the ocean coming from all of the tanks. Someone else appeared in front of me. Pawn. My green light connected to his and I knew we were going to the same place. I knew we could talk to each other without opening our mouths, but neither of us spoke. A very small part of me was relieved I wouldn’t be going alone.
The security doors are extremely noisy, so we took one of our secret exits. It brought us out into a field. Our transportation was waiting for us: two strange pods about seven feet tall. They grew straight up out of the ground and had thorny brown shells that popped open when we approached with a sound like someone cutting into a crisp apple. The inside was full of a cool smooth fiber like corn silk. I climbed inside. Every little strand of silk flattened against my skin and cradled me as the pod sealed itself again. There was no light at all inside. The pod wiggled and slowly pulled itself back into the Earth; I could hear Pawn’s pod doing the same. Once we were out of the moonlight the pods turned on their sides and started tunneling through the Earth faster than I thought possible. I heard the zooming sounds of midnight semi-trucks as we were pulled right under roads. The rush of dirt and the soft embrace of the silk lulled me back into a half-sleep. When my senses perked up again I realized I’d completely lost track of time. I think we were in there for more than ten hours.
The pod stood up straight again and popped open. When I stepped out on my wobbly legs my boots sunk right into a puddle. The ground was covered in moss, green leaf litter, and dew. A thick fog hung like bed sheets from the branches of the plentiful trees. A hundred frogs and insects peeped and buzzed. I couldn’t tell what time of day it was through the clouds. I’d seen a place like this on a nature documentary once; I think they called it a cloud forest.
My mind saw the green light emanating from somewhere deep in the forest. Pawn and I walked towards it. Even though the place was teeming with life, I don’t think there was a single bird or mouse anywhere. Everything seemed to slither, scuttle, or inch along. The plentiful mosquitoes ran into us without biting as if we were panels of glass. My skin started to squirm more than usual. My skin cells had forgotten they weren’t seeds and desperately tried to germinate. Goosebumps appeared and disappeared in rhythmic waves. Not like a heartbeat. Like something older. A limb withering, snapping off, and regrowing. A tide of bacterial generations.
We didn’t get far before we met a third pilgrim. Rot. I had not seen him since our confrontation with Deckard. There was another empty pod nearby; he had been brought from his home the same as us. There was no aggression. The pull was strong enough to wash away any rivalry. We continued on as a trio.
We walked like confused zombies until we reached the lip of a massive wet ditch filled with darkened branches. I looked down to see my feet had stopped as late as possible; my toes hung over the edge and forced two trickles of mud down into the hole. We had been called here.
Two figures sat with their legs crossed on top of the collapsed dam of sticks. They lifted their bowed heads to examine us. Our minds connected with theirs, eliminating the need for introductions. We knew them and they knew us. They stood.
One of them was a middle-eastern woman wearing a cloak. Its hood used to be a niqab, but she’d altered it to reveal her face. She had a long dark gray cape. She carried a long warty staff that curled at the top. It was not made of wood, but the flesh of a creepy crawly. It was a giant dried earthworm, not unlike the ones you find on your driveway after it rains. Her human name was discarded. Composted. Her spore name is Dry Worm. Her mind connects to the worms of the soil just as ours do to each other. They obey her will. Many of the worms have felt the call too. They grew larger. Far bigger than any you’ve ever seen. Big enough to get a horror movie and at least three bad sequels. I could feel them writhing and groaning under us, boring tunnels big enough for trains.
The other figure used to be a woman, but now she is nothing. She has let the call take her almost completely. She is the very silent sound of it. Most of her body is plant tissue now. She wears no clothes, but the hanging leaves and hulls look the part anyway. Her legs are spiraled; the call told me that she can split them into many tentacle-like vines. A zig zag pattern runs along both her forearms; I know they open up to create jaws like a Venus flytrap’s. The same pattern divides her face vertically. Her eyes are green bumps, fossils she carries with her. Merely a human disguise. Her name is Venus Man-eater.
The two spores walked across the branches, which were so wet that they bent instead of breaking. They joined us on the ditch’s edge. The twigs moaned. A bulge appeared at the center of the pile and grew quickly. Huge tangles of fungus-riddled wood rolled down the side as it pushed through. Gray-green stalks, wider around than telephone poles, rose out of the pile and into the clouds. They were tipped with dark, swollen, pulsing structures the shape of a stone axe head. A central stalk, frilly and tiered like a flowering wedding cake, rose above the rest. I shouldn’t compare it to a flower in any way; it’s far older than any of those. It has roamed this Earth for four hundred million years. It participated in the adolescence of the world. It cast its vote in our biosphere a trillion times. It was the Lichen. It had called us here.
The Lichen gave me my powers years ago. Actually, I only encountered a small piece of it. A drone. An adoring simple-minded child of the Lichen. Standing there in front of it, awash in its waves of respiration and its invisible green light, I finally understood how my powers worked. There is something called horizontal gene transfer. Scientists already know about it. It mostly involves genetic material getting transferred between species of bacteria without involving reproduction. It’s how some germs ‘learn’ to beat our medicines.
If you don’t already know, lichens are a symbiotic arrangement between a fungus and algae. They aren’t plant or fungus; they’re a team. You’ve probably seen them growing on trees or stonework: little patches of fleshy life, sometimes coming in strangely radiant sunset colors. Harmless natural rust. The Lichen, the greatest of them all, has been using horizontal gene transfer to shuffle things around for millennia. It uses it to connect itself to the world and to better itself. It first took genes from us when we still lived in caves and scribbled bison on the wall. That was when its intelligence grew exponentially. A while after that it started giving back. Sharing. Trying to make diplomatic connections to the only other smart thing on Earth. It gave me genes from a wide variety of plants. The same with Venus Maneater. Dry Worm got some from worms and her worms got some from much heftier animals like whales. Rot got a huge cocktail of everything undergrowth.
Pawn got some from a slime mold. We always knew our powers came from the same source, but we thought it was a coincidence. We thought it was one rogue mutant thing spawned by pollution or experimentation. That was why Pawn tried to escape the Lichen when it was giving him his powers. He was scared; he didn’t let it finish. The Lichen addressed that as we stood before it. One of its stalks leaned down in front of Pawn. He touched its slick surface. Life forces crossed. Thanks to our connection I know what he felt. When his body was destroyed he would no longer have to wait hours or days to reform. The process would be nearly instantaneous. I could feel his joy. He felt like he’d been cured of a chronic illness, like huge chunks of his life that were plucked out were all being returned at once in an overflowing basket. He wept. I cried his tears alongside him.
We asked the Lichen why it had waited so long to call us. We hadn’t known it, but we did not want to be alone. The Lichen told us it wanted only what its kin wanted: to grow in peace. It was content to be that little spot of natural rust spreading out in the sunlight. The Lichen could not deny its power though, and a sense of responsibility had grown inside it and taken it over. The Earth’s peril could no longer be ignored. It could no longer hide itself in the dirt and only whisper and play with the occasional animal. It had a duty. And like everything else, it shared that duty with us.
Leaves rustled all around us. Trees bent down and swung back into place. Hands rose from right out of the Earth. Puddles bubbled up and spat out people. More than a hundred bodies appeared from the fog. They were all strange by the standards of men, even though they’d all been men or women at some point. Most of their hides were entirely green. Only a few still wore scraps of clothing: ripped shorts here and a threadbare scarf there. No two were the same; some had wings like helicopter seeds growing from their shoulders, some had skin like swirling bark, some were covered in red thorns, some had drooping necks like flowers weighed down with rain, and so on. The call told me who they were: vagrants, criminals, and those who had given up on life. People the Lichen had scooped up from the past three hundred years and given the bliss of decomposed humanity. They willingly gave up most of their minds and souls to be its emissaries. Now these spores would be its soldiers.
The five of us would lead them. We had not rejected the Lichen’s call. Our bodies assimilated it. We were of human mind just as much as we were of the Lichen. We were its teammates in its new struggle. We helped it to understand the enemy. Pawn and I thought working with the Justice Backers was our calling. We did good there, but it was not our purpose. This was the team we always felt we were meant to join. Pawn paused and thought about Salt Shaker and their young daughter Sugarcane. The Lichen assured him he needn’t give them up. We weren’t forced to obey the Lichen, but we did. Its will is a hope for brightness and compassion. We cannot deny the same will that lives in us.
The Justice Backers will not understand. The Lichen’s call falls mostly on deaf ears. Only the smallest pocket of men and women feel the responsibility they need to. We will have to fight. Some may die. I have told the Lichen I will not harm the Backers. It understood, but it will be up to me to keep them safe from the other spores. It can only make so many considerations.
We will strike soon.
Top Ten Justice Backer Moments
(newscandy.com)
We asked you guys to vote on your top ten favorite Justice Backers moments of all time. It was a tough time narrowing it down from our original list to the thirty we let you guys choose from, but I think it was worth the effort. Whether you’re a fan of Orb being a baller or Wallflower trying to hide from the cameras, we’ve got something for Backer fans of all stripes. So strap in and grab some Justice Backer organic gummy snacks for a trip down memory lane.
10. Scraping Wing King off the Windshield: No foe has been more persistent than Timothy Ankhee, the sniveling mad scientist who grew a pair of eagle wings, a pair of bat wings, and a giant pair of dragonfly wings on his back. After the initial wave of fear he caused when he picked up three people in public and dropped them from fatal altitudes, he quickly became a joke. All it took was one week of an awareness campaign so that nobody traveled outside alone. Any time he tried again, people just hugged each other until the chain was too heavy for him to pick up.
Pelting the loser with rotten food and bottles didn’t stop him from trying. The moment we’re highlighting this time was after his second escape from custody. (Do the police just let him out for a laugh?) He was buzzing and flapping his way around an adult film industry expo, trying to steal a scantily clad bride or something like that. Before he had a chance to build a nest out of fuzzy handcuffs, the Justice Backers showed up in one of their helicopters. Visitors to the convention center thought they might get a free super battle during their horny weekend, but they didn’t know just how disappointing Wing King could be. Good old Timmy was so busy laughing maniacally that when he swooped around he collided with the front of the helicopter like a bug on a truck windshield. Electric Eel, possibly realizing the humor potential, tossed a length of slime around the front of the helicopter and tied him to it.
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Then they flew off saying their work was done. We’re bound to get a repeat performance next time he flies the coop.
9. Transplant Planting the Justice Juniper: This is our earliest Backer moment to make the list. Though their funding campaign drew a lot of attention, the world didn’t really believe a superhero team was going to be a thing until they showed up to put out that wildfire. Transplant wowed everyone with the greatest display of personal power ever televised. Not only that, he made the cops look like fools scrambling around trying to catch them for saving the world in an unsanctioned way. There are few images online right now more iconic or remixed than him stepping off the top of the strange giant tree he made and into that jet.
Transplant hasn’t forgotten how all this started, because he leaves strange, beautiful, maybe slightly bloated, plants behind every time he goes out on a mission. In addition to the Juniper, some of the more popular ones he has installed include the Boston Baobab, the Flowering Redwood, the Global Ginkgo, and the Fourth Amendment Maple (A.K.A Fammily). And because Transplant is so good that his good has good runoff, all kinds of local businesses have sprung up around the Justice Juniper as it turned into America’s favorite tourist trap. Transplant: good guy gardener to the world.
8. Monkey Girl’s Return to the Cage: It was the first major mission for Impala’s western Backers after their split from Alpha Dog’s team and boy was it a personal one. Monkey Girl has had to bear not only the most tragic backstory of all the Backers, but the brunt of the online harassment. Theories vary as to why she was targeted, but most land on simple disappointing facts like her sex, her nationality, and her general level of furriness.
We were all happy and proud to root for her when she spearheaded a raid on the secret lab that experimented on her and more than thirty other individuals. You might not understand why this made it to the top ten given that the lab was abandoned, but if you’ve seen the video you understand the emotional weight of it all. People-sized cages. Disarticulated hands from unidentified species. Blood and feces on the wall of a padded cell, a dog bowl on the ground labeled ‘Misty’. Nobody knows the full extent of what happened there and nobody wants to know. Seeing her stand there and point to the cage that used to be hers was more heartbreaking than the last three Pixar movies. As if that wasn’t devastating enough, they found the remains of her turtle friend Plastron buried in a shallow plot among the reeds behind the building. Next to him were the bones of a bison man and a cassowary woman whose identities are still lost. Not even Dr. Moreau could be that cruel.
7. Archive Leaking the ‘Diamond Car’ Plot: The world let out a collective groan when we first heard rumors that the children’s cartoon designed to sell sparkly unisex car toys might be getting a film adaptation. Sure, unisex toys are great, but Diamond Car is notorious for being weirdly retrograde in its own right. If you’re lucky enough to be unfamiliar with it, the show follows secret agent Garland Bling as she travels the globe taking down all kinds of bad guys in her high-tech spy car that happens to have a diamond finish (to make it impenetrable the show argues, and definitely not to make toys sparkly). What upsets most people is the way all the female characters seem to be almost sexually aroused by the diamond car, while the cars of her rival and her enemies (with gold, silver, ruby, emerald, and sapphire finishes) don’t. We don’t need a show that teaches young girls that women are supposed to be drawn to diamonds like flies to poopoo. We don’t need a movie of it either.
Enter Archive, the X-ray woman. The Justice Backers were on the movie studio backlot that day to capture a stuntman who’d been taking jobs as a hitman for bigwig producers looking to eliminate the competition and the occasional ex-lover. After crashing their way through a dozen green screens in the chase, Archive just happened to get a sneak peek at the screenplay for Diamond Car, which someone was carrying inside an envelope.
After the battle she realized the only responsible thing to do was to leak the details online, even though it was illegal. The official title was going to be ‘Diamond Car: The Silver Screen’. The plot involved agent Garland protecting the cast of a reality show, while participating in it, from an evil ex-cast member. There was a scene where she washed her diamond car. In a kid’s movie. The internet got mad. The studio cancelled the movie before the actress could even dye her hair blonde. They denied they’d ever even written a screenplay for it.
Impala chewed Archive out for a misuse of her powers, but I think you’d have a hard time finding anybody who will deny that justice was indeed served.
6. That Time the Justice Backers Showed up in Congress and Testified Against Themselves Ironically: Our beautiful lily-white congress was putting on a dog and pony show to condemn the vigilantism of the Justice Backers. They paraded expert after expert across their microphones, all of them repeating the same outrages like sock puppets. They didn’t even invite the Backers to let them defend themselves.
Imagine their surprise when Act-of-Goddess opened a portal right into their chambers, enabled by the stormy weather outside, bringing in enough wind to mess up every scrap of paper and misleading chart in the place. Through that portal came Alpha Dog, Paladina, Tin Soldier, and Opossum Player. They were fresh from their encounter with a nearly giant monster, the mutant starfish Pentazar, evidenced by the slimy twitching arm Alpha Dog carried. He slammed it down on the desk and took a seat in front of a microphone.
“We almost didn’t make it,” he declared to a room full of representatives (three of whom we now know wet their pants thanks to the leaked footage). “This little bugger was giving us some trouble.” He then smacked at the flailing arm until it calmed down. “Let’s talk about what a menace the Justice Backers are. Did you know we only manage to save an average of five lives a week? I mean come on, five? Five regular people aren’t even worth half a congressman; am I right? I strongly recommend we take action. We should pass some kind of law that stops my friends and me from running around and doing the will of the people. We can’t do anything about a law; those are impossible to ignore! That’s why there’s no crime in America! What a great idea. Good work everybody. Now we can all go home, but first, please rise for the national anthem.”
That was when Tin Soldier proceeded to play the star-spangled banner through his mouth like a Victrola. Every Backer there then saluted their congress and exited through their portal, leaving behind a stubborn tentacle that had gripped the desk so powerfully that it took three red-faced congressmen to pry it off.
5. When Golden Boy Bowled Ten Perfect Games: I didn’t think this moment would make it so high, but I guess there are a lot of bowling enthusiasts out there. This gem took place back with the original team; they’d just stopped a small mom and pop bowling alley from being robbed blind, so the couple rewarded them by giving them the alley all to themselves for a night with unlimited free games and snacks. I never thought I’d be more jealous of a free pass than superpowers, but I hear their snack bar wings are orgasmic.
Shenanigans proceeded. Some Backers are good at bowling and some are terrible. I thought Wallflower was surprisingly good. What surprised nobody was Golden Boy being the best, what with him being the literal embodiment of the little golden man on top of all the sports trophies. He threw a strike every single time. He threw a strike standing backwards. He threw a strike while stuffing nachos into his face with his other hand. He threw a strike with Alpha Dog yelling in his ear to distract him.
After the sixth perfect game his team really tried to interfere. Impala stomped on the ground to shake the lane. Alpha Dog had a dog stand in the middle of the lane and try to grab the ball with its mouth. Somehow the angle was always perfect. It always curved just out of the dog’s reach. Eventually it came down to the final throw on the tenth game. Everyone was getting tired. Impala stomped. Alpha Dog had two dogs in the lane. Monkey Girl was hanging around Golden Boy’s neck to throw him off balance. He had one hand in his pocket and a blindfold on. Everyone was chanting for a miss. Pawn even begrudgingly agreed to lie down in front of the pins so the ball would have to go through him.
The ball sailed through the air a quarter of an inch over the lane. Pawn exploded into a cloud of dust and the pins flew all over the place. One landed upright on a drink tray as it was being brought to them. Never challenge Golden Boy. You’ll wind up getting swept out of the gutter and into a dustpan.
4. Grill Marx Almost Faking his Way on the Team: Do you guys remember him? He was by far the most successful of any of the pretenders who tried to simulate superpowers and get on one of the teams. His supposed story was that he had the ability to generate extreme heat and make it travel along any straight lines or grooves he came into contact with. If he touched the bottom of a door the heat would travel up the side and light the top on fire. He’d build a special metal staff with a groove in it so he could touch things and ignite them.
It was all special effects. In his demonstration videos he simply planted fireworks in the right places and triggered them remotely. His editing was close to super though, as he fooled most of the internet and Impala’s team completely. Luckily, they were smart enough to insist on meeting him in a neutral location first so they didn’t reveal their base’s location. (You’re never going to find the Backer Burrow internet, so stop trying.)
Of course when the time came he couldn’t actually make with the flaming lines of doom. After nervously yammering off a list of excuses he got down on one knee and proposed to Monkey Girl while they were trying to leave. Some people thought it was sweet, but as it turns out ‘Grill Marx’ seems to have been behind some of the harassment she’d been facing. Nobody knows what he was actually thinking, but we’re all pretty sure he isn’t going to get a happy ending. His costume was cool though.
3. The Three Hero Jousting Combo: This was the moment when people stopped calling Paladina lame. The Backers were in the middle of a heated battle with some rogue Hostage robots. Their owner, like every other loser who thought they could build those things based on online blueprints and control them, got killed the moment he turned them on. The units escaped and started terrorizing the rural area surrounding his home. The Backers and the bots were duking it out in a field of frightened horses. Transplant created a wooden spear, only to have it blasted away from him by a Hostage. The spear sailed through the air and impaled Opossum Player through the chest. Naturally she was fine, but she didn’t have the strength to remove it.
Across the field, a Hostage was riding one of the horses and swinging a chainsaw it had stolen from a barn. There was only one thing to do. Joust. Paladina leapt onto the back of another horse and rode straight towards the mounted robot. She called to Opossum Player, who seemed to pick up on the idea immediately. She ran to converge with Paladina, trying to pull out the lance the whole time. It wouldn’t budge. The distance between all three of them was closing and there was only one way to pull it off. Opossum Player jumped as high as she could alongside the horse, Paladina caught her by the end of the wooden spear-lance-thing and held it forward like there wasn’t somebody already skewered on it.
The two horses sped into each other. Paladina drove the lance created by Transplant and delivered by Opossum Player straight through the metal spine of the Hostage unit and broke it in half. It was the three hero jousting combo that resulted in a disembodied set of metal hips and legs riding a horse across a field. We’ll never know how much of it was planned or intended, but we know exactly how awesome it is thanks to its third place award here.
2. Orb Winning All the Gold Medals in the Backer Olympics Simultaneously: I’m sure everyone saw this one coming. At first it seemed the Backer Olympics wouldn’t be anything too out of the ordinary; it was just another chance for Alpha Dog to raise awareness and dough by getting his team to do something silly. This time it was a competition made up of various physical challenges where the two Backer teams were free to use their powers in any way they wanted to score a win. They had plastic medals and participation trophies they’d bought in bulk from the dollar store to hand out to the super-humans for embarrassing themselves in front of us.
They hit the all major family picnic ones: sack racing, bobbing for apples, and three-legged races with a few more unusual ones like diving and staring contests. There was a brief intermission for a fake dog show with all the robo-puppies and then they made it to the final event: the dance-off. Only the Backers who wanted to compete did: Monkey Girl, Impala, Alpha Dog, Golden Boy, Opossum Player, and to everyone’s surprise, Orb. They were all pretty talented, with Impala’s and Monkey Girl’s powers giving their routines a natural flourish. Alpha Dog mostly just danced like your dad while pointing to his dogs doing far more amazing moves. Then Orb took the stage.
Some of the loudest electronica you’ve ever heard started blasting around him. The dancing came out of him like the light of god. He balanced on his palms, on his heels, on his sternum. He moved so fast you couldn’t even see all of it. It couldn’t even be counted as breakdancing because there were several long pauses where he didn’t touch the floor at all. It was dancing the way detached enlightened souls that live across the solar system do it. He was declared the winner and retroactively given the plastic gold medals for all the other events as well.
If it wasn’t for Orb, we wouldn’t have the ten thousand fail videos of people trying to replicate the technique and smashing their noses on the floor. Thank you for that sir, you beautiful, groovy, funky, totally krunk soul you.
1. Act-of-Goddess Turning Back the Wrath of God: This should come as no surprise to anyone. While the Justice Juniper might be the greatest symbol of their work, what Act-of-Goddess did is unquestionably their best work period.
We learned, after the fact, that the tsunami had the strength to wipe out cities completely. The death toll was estimated to be in the millions. Those millions are alive today because of the Justice Backers. Act-of-Goddess felt the force of the natural disaster before any authority scientific or political was aware. She put herself on that beach, right in its path, and waited. Nobody understood yet what it would look like to see a person truly control nature. Everything we do is a minor manipulation of it. The best we can do is box some of it up and poison the rest. She, the Goddess, can discipline the Earth.
When that wall of water rose up in front of her she held her arms forward and flexed those divine muscles. She used a long portal to drain half of the wave’s energy and send it back into the rest, creating a cataclysmic explosion of foam that annihilated the beach, and nothing else.
While she never discusses it, it is widely known that Act-of-Goddess suffers from a mental illness that includes hallucinations that has never been properly diagnosed. Not only did she save countless lives that day, she raised awareness of the capabilities and humanity of the mentally ill. Her actions have spoken louder than a million different charities for the same cause.
On that day we all thought we were hallucinating when we watched a young woman, hovering in the air, destroy a natural disaster to save her fellow human beings. That moment tops this list, which in itself tops the thousands of good acts the Justice Backers are responsible for.
I don’t think I need to disclose this, but I’m a backer. I don’t understand the people who aren’t.