I wrote this just now, though the idea has been in my head for a while now. It's not set in the same universe or whatever as COH. However, I decided I'ld post it here, as it's super heroey and all. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, and feel free to be as brutally honest as you want, jut don't be a jerk about it. More will be added later, perhaps.
So, without further intro... here I go. Oh, and as a warning, it's longish.
These stories always begin with a retelling of the main character, the protagonists life, leading up to his big, flashy origin, right? Gives you a quick introduction to this man, this more than man, this being as far beyond human as you are beyond a chimp. And they always need some big, flashy origin, when they discover or acquire their powers, right? Nerd bitten by radioactive spider, man exposed to gamma radiation, instead of getting cancer he gets super, Rich boys parents murdered before him. They all have meaning, reason.
Even the real heroes, these specters of the news, The Atom Smasher, The Crimson Automaton, Johnny Fission, these heroes torn straight from the comics of old, to protect modern day. They have big, eye catching, media friendly origin stories. Even the freaking Ice Lord, who was bitten by a damn radioactive ice cube has his own autobiography, his own fan club, his own interesting origin tale.
I guess Ill make one concession to tradition, and begin with where I came from. I grew up in a scummy part of Sico, New York. Most kids were sung lullabies to help them sleep, I listen to pimps slapping up their [censored], to junkies showing their frustration with the system by shooting up the place. My parents werent abusive so much as they just werent present. Sure, they were there, physically, but that doesnt matter. Their minds werent their, not really.
See, life is tough, some deal with it, some trip and fall under the pressure. My parents couldnt stand the stress of raising a child, so they turned to drugs. Even when they were really there, they were too absorbed within themselves to pay much attention to me. Its a sad state when a five year old has to cook his own dinner nightly.
My name? To be honest, I dont know what my real name is. People have been calling me Az since before I can remember. Never could be bothered to find out the real one.
I grew up, when from a gangly, awkward, silent child to a gangly, awkward, silent teen. I skimmed by in school, didnt do too well, didnt do too bad. I was just a number, another small part of the federal education machine, being worked into a hopefully functional member of society.
Enter Sara. The most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was just amazing. The only person who ever really seemed to see me. I mean, sure people saw me, but they never acted as if I existed. She was different, she cared. It was love at first sight. She was my everything.
Apparently love at first sight is what she felt when she first met Andre, one of our many local drug dealers. Like that, I was tossed away, left discarded and used up. I was unimportant now, all that mattered was Andre, and his magical pills.
Cut to two years later, on my twentieth birthday. Life hadnt improved since Sara left, it had only spiraled further. The suicide Hotlines wouldnt even accept my calls at this point. I was at the proverbial end of the line. The last stop, and so on and so forth. So I had gotten myself a special birthday gift, a .44 Magnum. Sitting there on a chair in my apartment, my new toy pressed to the side of my head, I said goodbye to life, to the world, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger.
Let me tell you about how a bullet, specifically a flat point bullet works. The head of the bullet is wide and flattened, to allow the bulleted to penetrate deeply into its target, normally big game of some sort, deep enough to hit a vital organ. These things are used to kill BEARS, so obviously, when used at point blank on a human skull, it can be quite messy. The overall effect of this however, which I would quickly learn, is completely nullified if your skin just happens to be impenetrable.
I wrote this just now, though the idea has been in my head for a while now. It's not set in the same universe or whatever as COH. However, I decided I'ld post it here, as it's super heroey and all. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, and feel free to be as brutally honest as you want, jut don't be a jerk about it. More will be added later, perhaps.
So, without further intro... here I go. Oh, and as a warning, it's longish.
These stories always begin with a retelling of the main character, the protagonists life, leading up to his big, flashy origin, right? Gives you a quick introduction to this man, this more than man, this being as far beyond human as you are beyond a chimp. And they always need some big, flashy origin, when they discover or acquire their powers, right? Nerd bitten by radioactive spider, man exposed to gamma radiation, instead of getting cancer he gets super, Rich boys parents murdered before him. They all have meaning, reason.
Even the real heroes, these specters of the news, The Atom Smasher, The Crimson Automaton, Johnny Fission, these heroes torn straight from the comics of old, to protect modern day. They have big, eye catching, media friendly origin stories. Even the freaking Ice Lord, who was bitten by a damn radioactive ice cube has his own autobiography, his own fan club, his own interesting origin tale.
I guess Ill make one concession to tradition, and begin with where I came from. I grew up in a scummy part of Sico, New York. Most kids were sung lullabies to help them sleep, I listen to pimps slapping up their [censored], to junkies showing their frustration with the system by shooting up the place. My parents werent abusive so much as they just werent present. Sure, they were there, physically, but that doesnt matter. Their minds werent their, not really.
See, life is tough, some deal with it, some trip and fall under the pressure. My parents couldnt stand the stress of raising a child, so they turned to drugs. Even when they were really there, they were too absorbed within themselves to pay much attention to me. Its a sad state when a five year old has to cook his own dinner nightly.
My name? To be honest, I dont know what my real name is. People have been calling me Az since before I can remember. Never could be bothered to find out the real one.
I grew up, when from a gangly, awkward, silent child to a gangly, awkward, silent teen. I skimmed by in school, didnt do too well, didnt do too bad. I was just a number, another small part of the federal education machine, being worked into a hopefully functional member of society.
Enter Sara. The most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was just amazing. The only person who ever really seemed to see me. I mean, sure people saw me, but they never acted as if I existed. She was different, she cared. It was love at first sight. She was my everything.
Apparently love at first sight is what she felt when she first met Andre, one of our many local drug dealers. Like that, I was tossed away, left discarded and used up. I was unimportant now, all that mattered was Andre, and his magical pills.
Cut to two years later, on my twentieth birthday. Life hadnt improved since Sara left, it had only spiraled further. The suicide Hotlines wouldnt even accept my calls at this point. I was at the proverbial end of the line. The last stop, and so on and so forth. So I had gotten myself a special birthday gift, a .44 Magnum. Sitting there on a chair in my apartment, my new toy pressed to the side of my head, I said goodbye to life, to the world, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger.
Let me tell you about how a bullet, specifically a flat point bullet works. The head of the bullet is wide and flattened, to allow the bulleted to penetrate deeply into its target, normally big game of some sort, deep enough to hit a vital organ. These things are used to kill BEARS, so obviously, when used at point blank on a human skull, it can be quite messy. The overall effect of this however, which I would quickly learn, is completely nullified if your skin just happens to be impenetrable.
Thats all for now