Give me some weight, some depth, some import. I want to look at what you’ve got and think, “This is serious business.” I want the entire Green Lantern Corp punching Superman Prime with a lantern fist the size of a solar system. Energy, wrapped in power, delivered by sword-point at the dawn of battle. Effort, strain, struggle, getting to lightspeed without saving anything for the trip back. This is Single Elimination, this is World War III, this is Humanity’s Last Chance.

You’ve got two weeks to give me shivers.