As an optimistic person, I've always believed that I am destined for great things. Turns out one of those "great things" would include moving into a house filled with men (or boys, you be the judge) blessed with freakish powers that are beyond human nature. Second would be to find myself enjoying the presence of a moody, intelligent scientist (or was it engineer? No idea!) who'd spend his days building robots and suits. This is the story of how I got my found family.

If walls could tell stories, what would they say? In this particular case, there's one story they've been stuck on for longer than they can remember.