A Paragon City Love Story. Sort of.


Murgatroid

 

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Her name was flower knight. I met her my first day in Paragon City. I was a new young buck in the ranks of Gods, eager to prove my self. I was sent to a viral outbreak in steel canyon, where I was instructed to retrieve the antidote formula from the villains hide out. All did not go so smoothly, once in the lair, I found that they had cornered another hero, She was a thing of beauty, and it was all I could do focus on the work.

I was stunned by her presence; the attraction was powerful. I proceeded to beat down her captors, and we then cleared the base together, sharing the fame of success. It was apparent right away that she was attracted to me as well. In the following weeks, we grew closer, and began dating. Could life be any better than this? I was paragon City’s newest “A list” hero, and had an “A list Hottie Heroin” as my girlfriend. I was on top of the world.

For the next year, we fought side by side as a duo, and then went home as a couple. That’s where things started going south. We spent so much time together, that the familiarity wore on us, and we began taking each other for granted. We seemed to fight with each other now more than with the bad guys, and as a result started to work, apart more and more, yet we remained a couple at home.

It was not long until I got my big break, I was sent to apprehend a carnie boss known as “lady of desire”. Man O Man, what a fitting name. When I first confronted her, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. She had a body that wouldn’t stop, and was dressed like those carnies’ do, you know, barely. On top of that, she was bad. B A Double D Bad. She was the forbidden fruit; gods’ cruel trick, pure lustful desire, yet pure evil. It was the evil part that kept me honest, after all, I was a paragon boy scout.

However, the press took liberties when reporting our encounters. She turned out to be quite the adversary, on our first several encounters, she handed me my rear end in a hand basket. I almost liked it, but she still scared the Bu-jeepers out of me.

I thought she was the scariest woman I had ever met, but one night, after a bad encounter with her, the paragon press “speculated” that we had a relationship. That evening when I returned home, I was met with a barrage of arrows, several penetrating me in a number of violating ways. Flower had seen the news and was P I Double S’d mad. I tried to explain, but she would have none of it. After sending me to the hospital via emergency transport, I found my things on the curb. It was over. I found refuge at a buddy’s apartment, and tried to get past Flower. She made it really difficult. For the next few weeks, I could barely hold a press conference without being shot by an arrow on camera. The police wouldn’t do anything to her because as a regen scrapper, arrows really were not a threat to me. They still hurt though. I am Regen; if you [censored] me do I not bleed? Wait, don’t answer that.

I thought flower would eventually calm down, but every time I seen my picture on a billboard, it was riddled with arrows, and defaced with black sharpie. All of the other heroin’s in town now treated my like I was a villain. It became something I had to live with. I finally got smart enough to apprehend “lady of desire” once and for all, and had hoped that the attacks from Flower would stop. I guess I’ll have to wait and see. Its been said that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but I am here to tell you, Hell hath no fury like a super powered woman scorned. Super powered breakups are a beeeetch.