Thrill-seeking were-lemming.
Once saw a guy at a convention (
Windycon, during the Schaumburg Hyatt years, FYI), dressed up in the most garishly-bright yellow and red quasi-Superman-type suit with a big red "L" on his chest; I asked who he was supposed to be and he proudly puffed out his chest and proclaimed himself as Lemming-Man, the world's first Suicidal Superhero.
A few years later, L-M returned, with a blue posterboard tube hung upon his shoulders, sandwich-board style and decorated to resemble a popular ladies' anti-perspirant; when asked, he disclosed that it was his "Secret" Identity.
This was the same guy who previously appeared in a tuxedo and 4 pairs of handcuffs...1 per wrist and 1 per ankle; his character?
"Bondage...James Bondage"
