Nine O'Clock at night.
September 21st, 2045
The New York Minute, Offices of Journalist Dr. Green.
Manhattan, New York.
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Years ago, super-powered people became a thing. People weren't sure what was the cause of it. A lot of skeptics believed it to be the government carrying out experiments on the poor, while others believed it to be genetics. A lot of word-of-mouth has come and go as the years went by, and to this day, no one knows what caused it.
Hell, it was only about ten years ago we discovered Bigfoot was actually real. So anything is possible, if you ask me.
All I know is that there was a huge blackout here in New York last month, and ever since, more and more super-powered people started surfacing. At least here in Manhattan. I am not sure about the rest of the world, you see, I don't get out much.
September 21st, 2045
The New York Minute, Offices of Journalist Dr. Green.
Manhattan, New York.
Start of Entry
Years ago, super-powered people became a thing. People weren't sure what was the cause of it. A lot of skeptics believed it to be the government carrying out experiments on the poor, while others believed it to be genetics. A lot of word-of-mouth has come and go as the years went by, and to this day, no one knows what caused it.
Hell, it was only about ten years ago we discovered Bigfoot was actually real. So anything is possible, if you ask me.
All I know is that there was a huge blackout here in New York last month, and ever since, more and more super-powered people started surfacing. At least here in Manhattan. I am not sure about the rest of the world, you see, I don't get out much.
I will tell you this, part of me believes more on the skeptics than anything else. I visited Ellis Island once; you see, I was working a job. For the paper. Yeah, I'm one of those. A journalist. I know, I know, I'm possibly one of the biggest turds out there-- getting involved in everybody's business, running my mouth--well, my words, about everything that goes down. Sure, but trust me, I'm doing this for the good of the people. Unlike that other rival paper, mine is a small operation. We focus on the deepest darkest secrets this city has to offer, and now with capes flying around, well, let's just say, there's a lot more darkness around.
Anyway, back to my story, so I was doing a job in Ellis Island, I had gotten a tip from a pal that had witnessed a supe escape from a facility down there. Something rather sketchy. So I followed up on it, and lemme tell you, it was worth the scrapes I got. I barely escaped with my life. I got chased down by a swarm of armed guards, but the thing about them was what screamed "red flag," you see, they didn't seem like regular police. No, they were wearing heavy armor, and I'm not talking about good old regular Kevlar, nah-uh, I mean like some hardcore state of the art armor. I managed to hide, but stumbled upon one of their sealed doors, something behind it was banging loud, making tons of noise. Obviously, I had to check it out. Then it happened. The lights in the hallway started flickering and a huge electronic pulse blasted around us all. Knocked my curious ass to the ground, I'll tell you that much. By the time the noise cleared I got up and saw two supes before me. They were kicking each other's ass, if that was even possible. The door before me had blasted away and I could see inside. They were both wearing some sort of armor too, or suits, I am unsure. Vision was still a bit fuzzy from the pulse. I started taking photos as quickly as I could, I did not want to lose out on the action. That's when the guards fell in line and pushed me out of the way, one of them telling me that I had to stick around, that I was in big trouble. Well, he didn't get to finish his sentence before one of the supes blew his head off right in front of me. I did what any regular scared-shitless guy would do in said occasion and I ran like hell.
Let me tell you, to this day, I haven't been able to get the blood off my shirt. This is what started my movement, however, and I am glad I left alive to tell the tale. You see, not very many people here in the Big Apple are fans of supes. We are all legitimately scared, to tell you the truth. So here I am, writing a story, following leads. Something tells me that the supes I saw that day were big rivals, and since that day, I've made it my mission to track them down. Supes are always almost impossible to find; and not very many enjoy their notoriety. So that makes it harder.
All I know is that these two might hold the answers I seek, and I need to find them.
No matter the cost.
This is Doc, writing for the New York Minute, signing off.
Thank you for reading and remember, stay vigilant out there, don't trust anybody, and most importantly, stay away from the capes.
End of Entry.
Anyway, back to my story, so I was doing a job in Ellis Island, I had gotten a tip from a pal that had witnessed a supe escape from a facility down there. Something rather sketchy. So I followed up on it, and lemme tell you, it was worth the scrapes I got. I barely escaped with my life. I got chased down by a swarm of armed guards, but the thing about them was what screamed "red flag," you see, they didn't seem like regular police. No, they were wearing heavy armor, and I'm not talking about good old regular Kevlar, nah-uh, I mean like some hardcore state of the art armor. I managed to hide, but stumbled upon one of their sealed doors, something behind it was banging loud, making tons of noise. Obviously, I had to check it out. Then it happened. The lights in the hallway started flickering and a huge electronic pulse blasted around us all. Knocked my curious ass to the ground, I'll tell you that much. By the time the noise cleared I got up and saw two supes before me. They were kicking each other's ass, if that was even possible. The door before me had blasted away and I could see inside. They were both wearing some sort of armor too, or suits, I am unsure. Vision was still a bit fuzzy from the pulse. I started taking photos as quickly as I could, I did not want to lose out on the action. That's when the guards fell in line and pushed me out of the way, one of them telling me that I had to stick around, that I was in big trouble. Well, he didn't get to finish his sentence before one of the supes blew his head off right in front of me. I did what any regular scared-shitless guy would do in said occasion and I ran like hell.
Let me tell you, to this day, I haven't been able to get the blood off my shirt. This is what started my movement, however, and I am glad I left alive to tell the tale. You see, not very many people here in the Big Apple are fans of supes. We are all legitimately scared, to tell you the truth. So here I am, writing a story, following leads. Something tells me that the supes I saw that day were big rivals, and since that day, I've made it my mission to track them down. Supes are always almost impossible to find; and not very many enjoy their notoriety. So that makes it harder.
All I know is that these two might hold the answers I seek, and I need to find them.
No matter the cost.
This is Doc, writing for the New York Minute, signing off.
Thank you for reading and remember, stay vigilant out there, don't trust anybody, and most importantly, stay away from the capes.
End of Entry.
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