From Vinegar to wine

Trepidation and Apprehension

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Date: 8/28/2101

Title: Game Plan

Alright, it's been four days since my last report. The reason I'm not doing it daily is because I don't have that much paper, and besides this fucking rain, nothing has really happened. I've mostly spent the last couple days stretching while shifting through my mental vault for any hints on who framed me. I have no doubt shit is happening somewhere, I just have no idea how to figure out what or where. I don't have a phone, so I can't check the internet, and I didn't look at the tv while in that cop's house. If I had to guess, heroes are probably working on handling the results of that earthquake. Well, calling it a simple earthquake kind of underestimates it a bit. Japan is used to earthquakes. This was more like the earth had a seizure.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was quirk assisted, but until I get my hand on a phone, I can't find more. Whatever it was, I'm happy and grateful it happened. If it wasn't for that, I would still be in prison. Scratch that, they had taken me to be hanged when that happened, so if it wasn't for the earthquake, I would be dead.

In other news, I'm out of food and currently hunting the birds that nest up here, so I think it's time to get a move on. For a while. I've been struggling to figure out the first step to prove my innocence. Whatever hints were at my crime scene are probably old and gone, not to mention towns away. If I could get back to my house, I might be able to get my back up phone which should help, but I bet they have a hero watching my home. Best chance is to take Denki's second lead and look into the H.S.C.P which is gonna be ...half past impossible.

Ugh, scratch that, contacting Jackson might be a good idea. If he believes I am innocent, he might be able to help me with that. If not, then fuck it, I'll try to sneak into an HSCP building and find whatever I can. I could take a page out of the Bastion book and beat the crap out of any HSCP agents I find till one knows something. Well, whatever I do, I need to do it fast, because sooner or later, someone is gonna notice me on top of this building.

P.S. and to whoever reading this and gets offended that I'm happy an earthquake saved my life, let me just say this....suck my grape-colored nuts.

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Have you ever looked back at when you were a kid and realized how fucked up you were? For most people, it was crooked teeth, big foreheads, maybe asthma. If only I had those issues, I thought sourly as I followed the class outside to do the quirk apprehension test. These thoughts weren't in any way new. Even from my first life, I knew full well I was defective compared to other people. It was only when I got older that I learned how and why. A mix of terrible upbringing and crappy genetics. First, my mental issues. I think the doctor said it was a type of Asperger's syndrome, or high functioning APD. That's what made it so difficult for me to keep my freaking mouth shut.

My perversion comes from a hormone problem, and that's my dad's fault. Or rather, his ancestor's fault. Basically, the same way Ashido is pink or Tokoyami has a freaking bird head, even though it doesn't have anything to do with their quirks. Still, it's why I'm a third of the size I'm supposed to be and have trouble ripping my eyes off of a decent pair of tits.

Basically my ancestors' quirk - aptly named ComPAct SuRVivOR - made it so he could become smaller and smaller the longer he went without food and water. In theory, it could have kept him alive for 3 months on no food and little water, but he would be the size of a baby by the end of it, then he would return to size after a couple days of gorging. His genetics became a curse where puberty becomes an eating competition to not be a bitch ass gremlin for the rest of your life. And that's on top of the additional problems of having a brain making hormones for a teen starting at puberty and pumping it into a body the size of an 8-year-old.