The next day I awaken with a strong desire to fight evil do-ers. I make a sheath and strap the sword to my back. My first stop is the police station where I sign-up as a volunteer. My first mission is to deliver a package to Dr. Miller at Rivera Hospital. Wow the was tough. After delivering the package I got to assisted a couple of officers on the beat. I don't know what you have to do to be a cop these days but when they can't take down some common street thugs with out assistance I am a little worried. After convincingly doing there job for them, Sargent Hicks thanked me profusely and told me that I should speak with a hero named Coyote.
I found Coyote. He asks me,"Do you want to be a hero?"
To which I reply a resounding,"Hell yeah!"
"Then you must complete this mission." He says as he hands me an envelope.
Inside the envelope is a map to an abandoned office and orders to find a stolen formula. I go to the abandoned office and I am greeted by a group of thugs. To make a short stroy even shorter. I make quick work of the thugs. (I don't even break a sweat) I find the formula and return to Coyote. He is quite pleased with my success. He tells me that I have passed the test and directs me to Back Alley Brawler. I am told that he will be my trainer. Excited for more opportunities to beat up on bad guys I speedily head to Galaxy City to me my trainer.
Er... I dunno about you, but I do not know anyone who can make a Sheath that quickly. I mean, if it was made of ropes, then maybe, but not in a day if of plastic, metal, maybe wood, but it would take a while.
Other than that, nice story so far. I mean, the thugs might have been a problem, as, you know, they are infected with a disease which makes them "Smarter than the average thug"... Yes, I meant to get that from Yogi Bear.
Ok, other than other than that, good story, and includes Outbreak and everything. Keep it up, but remember, you can't be invincible (Except in a powerset, but they do not completely not feel pain.), you have to have limits.
To my surprise I find Back Alley Brawler standing in the center of the plaza surrounded by eager heros like myself, some with much more experience and some in pretty goofy outfits. Brawler explains to me that my powers come from the sword, he refers to it as the Blade of Justice. It has fought evil for centuries. It has chosen me. As I prove myself to the sword it will reveil more of its powers. Before assisting the next hero Brawler tells me to see Gregor Richardson at the Modern Arcane Guild of Investigation.
I find Mr. Richardson. He seems quite happy to see me.
"Hello, Hello, Did Back Alley Brawler send you?" He asks.
"Yes, sir" I reply
"Excellent. What would we do without the Brawler and his corps of heros?"
"Uhh, I dunno" I respond
He looks at me kind of quizically."Anyway, I have a mission for you."
"Ok"
"We have reports of out of the ordinary gang activity. We fear that the Hellions are up to something. We need you to investigate. Please infiltrate there headquarters and see if you can find any clues."
"Will do Boss" I reply as I am half way out the door.
On my way to the Hellions headquarter I run into two of the thugs trying to rob an old lady.
Our conversation goes something like this.
"Excuse me guys..."
"Who the hell are you? Get out of here before you get hurt freak"
"Why don't you two twerps pick on someone your own size?"
They both look at each other before charging me like wild banshees. I survey the situation. One with a hand ax and on with a sledge hammer. I decide to take care tof the one with the sledge hammer first. With two swings my sword he falls to the ground. Ax boy slices me. This does not make me happy. Before he can do it again I cleave him a couple of times.
The old lady runs up to me and hugs me and thanks me.
"No problem mam just doing my job"
I check out my wound. Nothing to bad. Just a little war scar.
I find the hideout. It is in the Nebula district. When I open the door and step inside I am overcome with flames and smoke. Do these crazy sons a guns think a little heat is going to stop me from bringing them to justice? I let out a war cry and charge hope to get someone's attention. I do. I thug with a knife jumps out a me.
"Who brings a knife to a sword fight" I laugh.
He doesn't find me humorous. He lunges at me with his knife. Two quick swings of my sword and he is down. Next up, a group of three, one with a bat, one with an ax and one with a knife. I won't bore you with the blow by blow by sufficient to say I came out standing with minor cuts and bruses. I take a rest before forging forward. One last group. This group is brandishing automatic weapons and pistols. I get a sick feeling in my stomach. I don't think I can handle bullets. I am about to turn around and leave when a voice in my head says," You can do eattttt!"
Ah what the hell? If I am going to die I might as well die trying. I run up the the first one and fell him before anyone can start shooting. The guy with the pistol missing. I wish I could say the same about the guy with the automatic. But who misses with an automatic weapon? I feel the bullets hit me, it feels like a bunch of bee stings. To my surprise and my combatants surprise the bullets appeared to have only grazed me. I don't stand in awe for too long. I take advantage of the moment and drop the guy with the automatic weapon. The guy with the pistol starts to run away like a coward. I chase him down and apprehend him. The only thing out of the ordinary that I find is some sort of wierd statue. I grab it and return to Gregor.
Hello, my name is Alex Germain. This is my story of how I became a hero and my adventures along the way. One beautiful Sunday Morning I was jogging. As I was running by a yard sale I felt a strange compulsion to stop and look around. This is even stranger because I am not the yard sale type. I found nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual junk but I could not leave. I was drawn to the garage. Before I new it I was looking through the garage.
"Hey what are you doing?" The voice startles me.
"I was just looking for something." I reply
"Nothing in here is for sale." He counters.
"How about this?" I ask as I remove an ancient sword from the blanket in which it was wrapped.
His tone changes as he replies,"You can have it."
I ask him,"How much?"
He replies," It is yours, take it."
"I insist." I say as I start to pull out my wallet.
To which he answers,"No, I insist." As he walks away.
As I step out of the garage there is no yard sale. The owner of the sword is no where to be seen. I look over my shoulder and the garage has disappeared.
Just me and my sword.