Damsel in Distress

Damsel in Distress

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"It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's just some idiot in spandex." Arabella Jones is your average American teenage girl, she even lives in one if America's most prosperous cities, Empire City, California. She's a sucker for the performing arts and owns two bookcases full of young adult novels. Well maybe she's not so much like your average American teenager. Everything in Arabella's life seems to be finally going perfect, right up until the city's most famous superhero come barging through her widow at two in the morning on a school night. All she used to have to worry about was what part she was going to get in the musical and if the boy she's been crushing on since freshman year likes her back or not. But these worries are nothing compared to her newfound super stalkers. Now it seems that the city's only hope, and her's, is a teenage boy dressed in spandex who still hasn't learned not to wear his underwear on the outside of his clothes.
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Hey there folks! Welcome to Havenport! Your sparkling metropolis with only a very minor case of major organized crime that you will barely notice apart from the city-wide turf war between the two mega crime rings struggling for sole control. If you're fearing for your safety, don't! Reported crime is at an all-time low so this is the perfect place to settle down, get married, raise a family, and watch everything you've worked so hard to build burn to ashes the moment you cross the wrong superhuman mafia grunt. They don't care about our insignificant little lives anyway. Unless you have money, property, a superpower, or morals. Don't poke the sleeping giants unless you wish to get squished, and don't try to topple them. Better men than you have tried. They're too big to fail. Now let me tell you the best thing to do when you finally arrive! Leave. No one is safe.

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