Ambrosia_64
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The superhero was a dying breed. As politicians became more corrupt, so did the laws-until many had given up in disgust and gone back to their daily lives, refusing to uphold such corruption.
While others continued on as outlawed vigilantes, struggling to stand for the truth and justice the courts no longer represented. Villains started to take over, carving entire territories for themselves in cities, states and islands-some the costumed meta humans of yesteryear, some just plain criminals.
Gangs ran rampant. Anarchy ruled. The police were either easily bribed shams or much hunted -animals-. Everyone, everywhere, was struggling to eek out an existence in the madness.
But here and there, beacons of light shone. In certain cities across the globe, powerful meta human heroes kept the grime away through their mere presence. Their reach was limited, but those places were safe. As the years passed, such places became fewer and fewer-but they were near legendary, as faraway and unreal as whispers of Atlantis.
For the rest, however-the superhero was a thing to be hunted down and destroyed. Alliances were broken as the sheer number of foes grew to outstanding heights-masks were beaten, murdered and cast into other dimensions. The people ceased to rally to them. The world became jaded and broken and then-he showed up, and changed the game forever.
They called him the Mask Killer. He wore a helmet with a face shield, black street clothes-and was supposedly invincible. Metahuman and as powerful as the once heralded Superman, the Mask Killer arrived on the scene and started slaying superhero after prominent superhero, just another super powered villain punk-until, in front of a stadium full of horrified onlookers, he beat the Blue Streak into a bloody mess-and raped her on national television.
Then he went after White Flame, a buxom, leggy blonde commonly seen in the skies of California, her blue cape whipping in the wind, the white, sparkly spandex costume, the miniskirt. She was lovely and outrageous, had sat for an interview (and photo shoot) with Maxim and, when the Governor of California demanded she stop "harassing the good people" of the Powder Keg gang-given a press conference where she implicitly told him to kiss her ass.
A bold heroine, and while slightly crass-one who had always stood for truth, justice, and the American way. She had been one of the few hold outs-strong enough to thwart the attempts on her life, powerful enough to protect an entire state-and the Mask Killer still cut her down, kidnapping the woman in broad daylight over the skies of L.A.
Days later, her rape and murder were broadcast live online to hundreds of thousands of viewers.
The world became that much darker for the superhero. Countless more died at the sadistic hands of the Mask Killer, a man who never spoke, never allowed too much of himself to be caught on his tapes-but managed, one way or another, to eliminate every female who dared don a cape, and a good number of men too.
The world was not a safe place for anyone, anymore. It was dark, terrible and awful. Innocence was dead-it was all the good people of the world could do to go on surviving in a world without hope.
While others continued on as outlawed vigilantes, struggling to stand for the truth and justice the courts no longer represented. Villains started to take over, carving entire territories for themselves in cities, states and islands-some the costumed meta humans of yesteryear, some just plain criminals.
Gangs ran rampant. Anarchy ruled. The police were either easily bribed shams or much hunted -animals-. Everyone, everywhere, was struggling to eek out an existence in the madness.
But here and there, beacons of light shone. In certain cities across the globe, powerful meta human heroes kept the grime away through their mere presence. Their reach was limited, but those places were safe. As the years passed, such places became fewer and fewer-but they were near legendary, as faraway and unreal as whispers of Atlantis.
For the rest, however-the superhero was a thing to be hunted down and destroyed. Alliances were broken as the sheer number of foes grew to outstanding heights-masks were beaten, murdered and cast into other dimensions. The people ceased to rally to them. The world became jaded and broken and then-he showed up, and changed the game forever.
They called him the Mask Killer. He wore a helmet with a face shield, black street clothes-and was supposedly invincible. Metahuman and as powerful as the once heralded Superman, the Mask Killer arrived on the scene and started slaying superhero after prominent superhero, just another super powered villain punk-until, in front of a stadium full of horrified onlookers, he beat the Blue Streak into a bloody mess-and raped her on national television.
Then he went after White Flame, a buxom, leggy blonde commonly seen in the skies of California, her blue cape whipping in the wind, the white, sparkly spandex costume, the miniskirt. She was lovely and outrageous, had sat for an interview (and photo shoot) with Maxim and, when the Governor of California demanded she stop "harassing the good people" of the Powder Keg gang-given a press conference where she implicitly told him to kiss her ass.
A bold heroine, and while slightly crass-one who had always stood for truth, justice, and the American way. She had been one of the few hold outs-strong enough to thwart the attempts on her life, powerful enough to protect an entire state-and the Mask Killer still cut her down, kidnapping the woman in broad daylight over the skies of L.A.
Days later, her rape and murder were broadcast live online to hundreds of thousands of viewers.
The world became that much darker for the superhero. Countless more died at the sadistic hands of the Mask Killer, a man who never spoke, never allowed too much of himself to be caught on his tapes-but managed, one way or another, to eliminate every female who dared don a cape, and a good number of men too.
The world was not a safe place for anyone, anymore. It was dark, terrible and awful. Innocence was dead-it was all the good people of the world could do to go on surviving in a world without hope.
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