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Imagine if you will, two good friends, in fact the very best friends you could ever see. They are not friends from birth, but rather they became friends because of what they share in common, these two young men are the most powerful beings on the planet. Super heroes, there are many of them running around but at the very top of the dog pile are Sentinel and Omega. In terms of power they are considered equal, godlike strength and speed, invulnerable, capable of flying at super sonic speeds… these two have been defending the planet for a few years now, keeping the earth safe from madmen and alien despots… these two make a great tea

I am a prodigy, some call us Avatars and others call us Champions... but I prefer Prodigy. I am not alone, there are more of us, I am not sure how many there are but I can feel the others out there. There are many of us, more emerging ever year. As far as I can tell the first of us was born two and a half decades ago, but maybe we have always been around, maybe all those stories about great warriors of history slaying hundreds in battle weren't just stories. It could be that the legends of Lu Bu or Mitsuhide Sakai weren't just the exaggerations people often assumed they were. But even if we had always been there, the world was only just no

In retrospect I probably should have known something was wrong right away, I was home from school about two hours before it was supposed let out and my mother home already, her car in the drive way, and Lauran was never home before I was. Normally she was out at the gym, working out compulsively, or with her friends doing whatever it is a middle aged woman with a large amount of disposable income does. Wasn't to worried about it though, she wouldn't give a shit about me cutting class, I could bomb every single test for the rest of the year and I doubt they would bat an eye at me over it. They had raised me from the time I was just a few mont

Everyone knows what happened four years ago, or at least they know what they are supposed to know about it. You know about it, hell you probably even believe that everything you were told about those horrible events is true. That isn't the case though… I would know because I was there. In fact in a very real way I am responsible for what happened. As I type this I sit inside of a rather comfortable cell in a prison that makes Alcatraz look like a joke. A prison which was specifically built to hold me and my kind. The only reason that it still holds me is because I am here willingly, I chose to be here… so anyone who ever has the ch

For months little Bow Crack Head (named Trissy) sat in her cell. Then one day Trissy heard a new orderly talking about a crack more magnificent then any. A crack in reality itself. Apparently in a place called Cardiff space and time cracked upen, spewing any and everything out into a city where pretty people and a man with a blue box stopped them. Now if only Trissy new how to get out of her cell...

I have grown so tired of the war, I just want it all to end, I want some peace and quiet. I can pinpoint the exact moment that I wanted out of it all, it was when I was standing over Crystal's body in the morgue, my body beaten and battered, only found when Lenny's alarm activated and he came to find me. As I stood there, no more tears left I decided that I was done with the three way cluster fuck of a war that I had been forced to fight in. So I had run away, taken the easy way out of it all. They dragged me back in... I got Crystal back. But now... a month after our wedding, a week after she gave me the greatest news I have ever heard...