Far out in the reaches of ethereal time and space, beyond the little wet dark spot in the crotch of all dimensions, many macronic lightyears away from the multiversal basment.. There is a flying fortress. In it you can find shotglasses from all the known realities (and 45 States of the Union)! The helmet of G'Lactose, Bringer of Milk! the Giant Two Headed-Silver Dollar of Doom! The Alien Puppet Zoo! and a vast collection of old musty comics. This is the Secret Base of El Capitano Kamisama. Former Spork Knight, Pocky Warrior, Third Reserve Backup Member Beta-Class in the Legion of Smashing, All-Mart Associate (retired), Generic Industrial Factory Goon, and Head Nerd Wrangler at the former Sub-Atomic Comics.
Whoa! So now, with all his funky shamanic totemic pop culture chaos magik magus powers and stuff, EL CAPITANO KAMISAMA travels through reality, getting drunk off his ass, whoring around, watching cartoons in the afternoon, reading funny books and running from any interstellar cops who want to question him. Sometimes he accidently saves people and stuff.