Damnation

"Welcome to Damnation."

Damnation was a safe haven for those who didn't want to be trapped under the influence of the government and their stupid, painful, neck collars.

The neck collars that only the... new kind... had the pleasure of wearing.

How the new kind lost the War of Freedom was pretty obvious if you asked anyone on the right side of history. The trained army men and women, who had power dampeners to render the new kind useless, were fighting against teenagers. Honest to the world teenagers. Because that's when the new kind became a problem, when their powers strengthened at the ripe old age of 16. The new kind fled after loosing spectacularly. Some were captured and forced to live under captivity, either controlled and used as a slave, incarcerated or forced to live without their powers. Anyone who gained powers had to choose between those options. Or they could run.

The myths of the camps of rebel supers, The New Foundation. Rumoured to take in every and all supers. Different camps. But one main one, the one every new kind wanted to be apart of. The main rebellion. Fighting against those who take away the supers ability to choose and be free. The people who started The New Foundation. Damnation.

And they were about to take the world back. They'd had time to train since the war, time to build resistances against blockers and other power controlling gadgets. Stolen them and exposed themselves to them, building their powers stronger and stronger. They were almost ready. Just a few more weeks of training.

But past mistakes and hospitality in the world they now lived in would always come back to bite them in the arse.