Above the boring world of the everyday, there is a secret land in the sky known only to those committed entirely to merriment, The Fundom.
But to access the fundom, there is a bridge that must be crossed:
By the highest peak in a remote, snowy mountain range, beneath the pinnacle is nestled a clearing with a crystalline pond fed by a waterfall that flows with the steadiest flow from a deep underground aquifer that is pumped by volcanic activity underneath, so consistent that it seemed formed from glass, a saddle-curved torrent of water gushing from a fissure it had forced through a cragged rock. And on the merriest day of the year, as it rises the sun shines up through the gashes in the mountain by which the clearing is accessible and refracts through this waterfall, casting into the sky briefly a mighty rainbow.
And it is then that one can pass from the everyday world into the land of joy and merriment, over the rainbow bridge.
But a land of joy exists because it contains no one who is not joyous and for it to persist it must not admit those who are unjoyous.
So it is that this mount is a sacred place, in its way a temple: the earthly folk called it the Cloud Terminal.
But the residents of the clouds from their lofts mocked them and moved to deny entry to their unjoyous masses, dubbing it the "Clown Terminal".
To gain passage one would need to demonstrate they possessed the heart of true joy. And to make the determination, a judge would need to be appointed. But the appointment itself was a sort of jape, a punishment, an exile from joy itself to be always with the unjoyous.
To whom would such a task seem a joy and a merriment?
A being whose joy radiated like the sun, whose joyous passion burned so brightly that all it touched was turned to light and not even ash remained. A being with a soul of joy so utter that even its sanity was abandoned as a hindrance. A joy so pure and complete that it say the world with the clarity of a crystal lens and left no room for doubt. And its sense of merriment so great and dangerous that even the Fundom could not permit it to remain, yet had not the power to remove by force. For whatever it saw as fun, none could prevent it from doing. Its joy and merriment was absolute, primal, undeniable by the world and reality itself.
An entity condemned beyond any punishment that could be imposed by the earth or the sky, to ultimate aburdity: the Clown Sentinel was pleased to accept the appointment.
Super NumberMan possesses the power to carry out immense calculations in his head. He can learn anything about any equation by looking at it and can figure out how to mathematically express anything perfectly. He believes his ability gives him an unfair advantage in most fields so works daily as a marine biologist to challenge himself.
Ms. Vibrasonic Audiosound Acoustica, goes by Ms. VSASA for short.
Can fully turn her body into sound and effortlessly travel through any medium at the speed of sound in that medium, but through the use of a special flight suit can travel at hypersonic velocities. Can change her own sonic properties freely and can even produce earthquakes and tsunamis.
Is a pop music superstar and has immense fame due to her musical talents. Famous for having the most redundant name in the business.
