Friends In U.A. Rewrite

Friends In U.A. Rewrite

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History isn't a new concept. Christopher Columbus crossed the ocean and discovered America. George Washington was the first president. The Queen of England never dies. For thousands of years, "average" people were making history in such a drastic way that no one looked into it. Nowadays, we know they had the smallest bit of what my generation has. People have had powers for millenia, although insignificant. Up until a few generations ago, we had no idea that humans were evolving so quickly. The first hero showed sometime in 1993. He called himself Power Man, as an homage to SuperMan, the comic book character. He was strong enough to lift a bus without breaking a sweat and claimed that without practice he was significantly less strong. He was even remembered with a statue in Washington D.C. when he died. Soon after, other "heroes" started popping up. They were making their cities a better place and enjoyed doing it. Some kept their identities a secret and some didn't. However, when you get heroes, you get villains. They started off as small as petty thieves or some sort of psychopath who was obsessed with rabbits. Soon, like in the past, gangs were built up. Heroes needed to step up their games and started fighting villains more often. Soon, heroes were being recognized and you could become one as a job. That's when everything went downhill. Heroes weren't there for the people anymore. They were there for the money or the fame. Some heroes are different though. Some friends of mine can testify to that.
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You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

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