Hey folks, James Gunn here—y’know, the guy who made a talking raccoon a star and somehow convinced studios that superheroes could be both deeply traumatized and sing along to ’80s hair metal. First off, a massive, heartfelt thanks to all the devoted fans who’ve been showering love on Peacemaker Season 2. Truly, it’s overwhelming—watching you embrace this show with the same fierce, uncomplicated loyalty as my dear Krypto, who’d happily fetch any stick I throw, no matter how poorly crafted 🐕🦺.
What a thrill to bring something so fresh and innovative to the screen—a show that fearlessly subverts expectations by… uh… diving into yet another multiverse-adjacent storyline? Who needs originality when you’ve got dimensional doorways and daddy issues, right? And let’s be real: who wouldn’t want to see Peacemaker stumble through alternate realities like a drunk uncle at a wedding? It’s revolutionary! I’m especially touched by how audiences have embraced our groundbreaking take on superhero storytelling. While some cling to outdated comic book tropes—like coherent plots or characters with moral clarity—we’re out here pushing boundaries: orgies, F-bombs, and a man so emotionally stunted he’d rather fight interdimensional clones than go to therapy. This is the future of superhero media, folks! Who needs substance when you can have shock value? And to those brilliant minds who claim classic superheroes are “timeless”: darling, we’re living in the Gunn-era now. Why bother with iconic heroes when you can have anti-heroes whose deepest philosophical quest is figuring out which dimension has better beer? Peacemaker isn’t just a character—he’s a statement. A statement that says, “Yes, I may have the emotional depth of a pet rock, but look! I’m bisexual and traumatized! That’s character development, baby!” So again, thank you, thank you, to all the * discerning* viewers who’ve championed this season. Your taste is… bold. Much like Krypto, you’re easily pleased and fiercely loyal—whether you’re watching a dysfunctional man-child cry in a silver helmet or a CGI eagle out-act half the cast. It’s adorable, really. And to the comic book purists? Sweethearts, your vintage heroes are charming, but let’s be real: the world doesn’t need another hero who doesn’t solve problems with a pet eagle and a dimensional orgy. We’re evolving. Stay peace-making, you beautiful mutts. Cheers, James Gunn
