You would think that an origin story would be something dramatic or a life changing event that sparked the discovery of your powers, right? I know I did. Well I guess my powers decided to flip the bird to classic stereotypical origin stories. My name is Hard Knocks and I am a hero(In training...sort of). I cant reveal too much but I do know that unlike many of the other super powered people I have met, my origin story is far from cool. No, its definitely far from cool, but its mine so I feel others should hear it. So before I got my powers I was a normal kid, much like those in the comic world I was a bit of a nerd. I enjoyed physics class, biology, math, all the things that would label me a nerd. Which I was okay with, I never felt the need to be accepted by those who didnt like me for who I was. I had a small group of friends and we hung out, played games, talked about comics and theories about how certain heroes got their powers. You know, normal stuff. So Im a nerd with a few friends they talks about comics, so far that sounds like the line up for a comic in and of itself. Except for the way I dicovered my powers. Just a heads up, sorry mom. So Im alone in my basement-apartment-thing playing a first-person shooter online and Im getting destroyed. Which means Im pissed, like swearing every other word if not using them as the building blocks for colorful sentences. After the final kill, which was me, I slammed my controler against the floor and felt it give way. The plastic controler cracked and snapped in two, but my hand kept going into the floor. I felt this wave of energy rush through my body before blasting back out the way it came. I then felt the ground beneath me shake and the place where my hands were cracked and sank farther down. After I looked over the scene, some infinity later(the clock on the wall is broken) I noticed that the spot where my hands were was now six inches wide and a foot deeper. I then did the steoetypical thing and stared at my hands. Save for a couple bruises on my palm and some knicks from stone shards, my hands were fine. I realized in that moment, I was what I always joked about being...(there was then sounds from my staircase) in deep shit. ------------------ Alright, so Im starting to get some creative juices flowing again. This is a tribute to my friend Austin. Heres what I was working on. Enjoy, everyone.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 07:31:55 +0000
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