Honestly I never got into this for any sort of publicity but strangely enough it sort of comes with the territory. I just wanted to help people where I could and maybe make my little corner of the world a little better.
Yet once I was out in the open as a costumed hero the world couldn’t seem to get enough of me. I was a comic book hero come to life. I was a savior, a shining ray of hope for mankind in the darkness.
That was a massive amount of responsibility though. It was a big job. A much bigger job than one person even a superhuman person could handle. Plus I didn’t really ask for all that responsibility.
Sadly though the cat was out of the bag, the genie out of the bottle, the bullet fired from the gun. Pick a damn cliche and I fit it. For better or worse I was the only superhuman the world had and so I tried to live up to the hype.
And I failed miserably.
I literally couldn’t save everyone, or fix everything. A lot of times it seemed as though I actually made ma