Got Bored
The following is a day in the life of Nuance, a member of The Other Guys, the people you get when can't get the people you want.
Choosing a superhero name was something i spent a lot of time on, after i decided to become a superhero, of course. I mean think about it, all the good one's are taken, literally all of them. Eventually i got stuck with nuance. It was actually suggested to me by my wife, oh I'm married by the way. Y'see a nuance is a slight difference, she said it'd be good, because I'm slightly different to most humans, and when i change my shape, it is slightly different to the actual person's. Did i mention i was a shape shifter? I forget. I digress, I'm supposed to be writing this about what happened today in my job, so let's get down to it. The group meeting was uneventful as always, two or three hours of people talking about issues with their parents that made them become violent...sorry, wrong meeting. Well, the actual meeting was about on par with that anyway, so I won't bother going into the details, eventually i was told to deal with a hostage situation down town, apparently the cops couldn't handle it.
The building was surrounded with cops when I got there, sneaking in proved difficult, but with considerable skill I managed it. Ok, so i disguised myself as a cop and said "I'm going in." but that's not nearly as impressive is it, however, in the interest of full disclosure I'll tell you that fact. You know when you see those movies, where the detective is looking for the serial killer in an abandoned house? yeah, that's what this building looked like, holes in the walls and such, pretty damned disgusting in all honesty. Why? Because what they tend not to mention is the smell of urine and vomit from the homeless people who live there, or the occasional half eaten rat, from when the homeless get lucky. That's the problem with the homeless y'see, most of them are one LSD tab away from becoming zombies, then we're all screwed.
The elevator was broken, of course, meaning i had to climb the stairs, all of 'em, and let me tell you there was a lot. After climbing the stairs at an impossible pace I immediately sprung into action, looking for the hostage, after a ten minute rest to regain my breath, of course. Now, you probably don't know this but my timing is impeccable, as such, when i finally started looking for the hostage, i came across an open door. Inside there she was, tied to a chair, a man stood over her with a gun. That, my friends is what you call timing. I arrived there just in time. Unfortunately, what I arrived there just in time for was the execution of the hostage, bit of a depressing day really. Not for me, but the woman's family, I mean wow. I'd hate to be the person who had to tell them.
When I finally got back to our hideout later that night I discovered the rest of the other guys waiting for me, cross looks on their faces. Apparently i had been the only one that had failed on this particular day, and most other days when only one person failed. I'll be honest, my track record as a superhero isn't very good. In truth I don't see why out of all of us they chose me to write about my day.
-Currently standing trial for manslaughter, Nuance.
Choosing a superhero name was something i spent a lot of time on, after i decided to become a superhero, of course. I mean think about it, all the good one's are taken, literally all of them. Eventually i got stuck with nuance. It was actually suggested to me by my wife, oh I'm married by the way. Y'see a nuance is a slight difference, she said it'd be good, because I'm slightly different to most humans, and when i change my shape, it is slightly different to the actual person's. Did i mention i was a shape shifter? I forget. I digress, I'm supposed to be writing this about what happened today in my job, so let's get down to it. The group meeting was uneventful as always, two or three hours of people talking about issues with their parents that made them become violent...sorry, wrong meeting. Well, the actual meeting was about on par with that anyway, so I won't bother going into the details, eventually i was told to deal with a hostage situation down town, apparently the cops couldn't handle it.
The building was surrounded with cops when I got there, sneaking in proved difficult, but with considerable skill I managed it. Ok, so i disguised myself as a cop and said "I'm going in." but that's not nearly as impressive is it, however, in the interest of full disclosure I'll tell you that fact. You know when you see those movies, where the detective is looking for the serial killer in an abandoned house? yeah, that's what this building looked like, holes in the walls and such, pretty damned disgusting in all honesty. Why? Because what they tend not to mention is the smell of urine and vomit from the homeless people who live there, or the occasional half eaten rat, from when the homeless get lucky. That's the problem with the homeless y'see, most of them are one LSD tab away from becoming zombies, then we're all screwed.
The elevator was broken, of course, meaning i had to climb the stairs, all of 'em, and let me tell you there was a lot. After climbing the stairs at an impossible pace I immediately sprung into action, looking for the hostage, after a ten minute rest to regain my breath, of course. Now, you probably don't know this but my timing is impeccable, as such, when i finally started looking for the hostage, i came across an open door. Inside there she was, tied to a chair, a man stood over her with a gun. That, my friends is what you call timing. I arrived there just in time. Unfortunately, what I arrived there just in time for was the execution of the hostage, bit of a depressing day really. Not for me, but the woman's family, I mean wow. I'd hate to be the person who had to tell them.
When I finally got back to our hideout later that night I discovered the rest of the other guys waiting for me, cross looks on their faces. Apparently i had been the only one that had failed on this particular day, and most other days when only one person failed. I'll be honest, my track record as a superhero isn't very good. In truth I don't see why out of all of us they chose me to write about my day.
-Currently standing trial for manslaughter, Nuance.