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One day, not unlike today, Dun was feeling bad. Circumstances had not been kind to Dun, for this was not an uncommon occurance. What was uncommon was Cameron's solution: "I will send him a wizard to apprentice under!" He shouted at the reader. Now I don't need to tell you there are more wizards than pizza places in the phonebook. Why was I looking in the phone book? Because wizards don't trust the internet, duh. So Cameron finds the perfect specialist wizard: A defensive wizard. He however wasn't taking apprentices so Dun would have to settle for a haberdashery wizard. The wizard arrived at precisely 9:14:21 AM EST to whisk Dun off for his m

 You could hear Nik approaching from miles away, the loud clatter and ballyhoo of his armor announcing his presence long before sight of him can be caught. Sereven on the other hand made not a sound. To this point neither of the guards noticed her as she stabbed one of them in the back... “That's not true Tuddles, the second guard turned when he heard the percussion of the second guard upon the ground.” Saphrae pointed out. “He did, but he didn't see me.” Sereven bragged. “Is nobody else wondering why he's telling us this? We were there.” Tim chimed in. “He's not telling us, he's writ

"So how many of you are thinking of applying to the Assembly of Power for our summer internship? Hands shot up, of course they did. Who doesn't dream of joining the AoP?" "Mr. Steve, why are you narrating this?" "Please hold all questions until the end of the tour." "Why just the other day that nice, old man that stand on the corner down the street, drinking his cup of money, was telling me that when he was a child The Original Roman would encourage people to buy war bonds, and all his friends had lunch boxes featuring Muscles Maximum. Apparently the children of his generation had to walk through the snow to get to diabolical schools wh

I wish design flaws didn't always present themselves in life threatening situations. Well that's not exactly true, while getting change at the store I realized my suit didn't have pockets. And it was a particularly crime free night when I first started out that I realized I needed a zipper in the front of my outfit. But the big, life or death flaws only present themselves in life or death situations. I had no way of breathing in a vacuum. So instead I had to think fast. My hammer, I still didn't have it. I had no way of knowing where it was being kept, or just how strong the bulkheads were. So I channeled as much power as I could into calli

It was actually rather boring. I was terrified for my life, but I was doing so in a drab room with nothing to do but breathe and look around. My hands were bound so I couldn't call my hammer like Mjolnir. It's done with magnets and resonant frequencies, but I still like to yell as if it's magic. I keep thinking about making it magic in case I can't use my suit, but it's expensive, and I've never been in a situation that required it. Even the worst of my foes never bound me. I spent most of my free time debating whether I should upgrade the suit and hammer. On one hand my suit had always been enough before, and I never plan to be in this kind

It's not easy being a superhero... Okay let me clarify: It's not easy being a bottom of the totem pole superhero. I'm definitely better than everyday people that get licensed and just fight crime on weekends, maybe once or twice a month. Those people are pathetic, the reserves of the heroing community. But unfortunately I'm not a big name like Plasmoidus or The Key of Franklin, so it's not like sponsors are busting my door down. And I'm considered too much of a loose canon for the Assembly of Power, so for the most part I'm funding this all out of my own pocket. Honestly I don't see how Batman does it, he must have saved a billionaire's life