I think it’s been a while since anyone started one of these things, and I’ve been wanting to do this one for a while. If no one’s interested, tha’s cool, but I just wanted to start this thing. And unlike that Sci-Fi story I intend to stick around until the end.
Puritan City, Rhode Island. As the largest city in the smallest state in the Union, it was an unlikely place to have the largest per-capita population of metahumans in the world. It was an even unlikelier place to have the world’s largest number of active “superhero” groups relative its total metahuman population.
To put it in simpler terms, Puritan City is a nowhere burg in a nowhere state full of self-proclaimed superheroes with very little to do. On the rare occasions when an actual criminal or, wonder of wonders, super villain rears their head, downtown PC is full of more young guys in colorful tight-fitting costumes than a San Francisco gay pride parade. During the other 99.99% of their existence, the so-called heroes hang around in basements swearing their sacred heroic oaths, shaking their secret handshakes, administering initiations to swell the numbers of a social club cum crime fighting organization with far too many members to begin with, and making plans to deal with the sort of things that happen in other cities, like mad scientists with death rays and cool evil stuff like that.
Into this environment, a new team is in the process of being born: The League!
Join us now as the would-be leader of this prospective team seeks to recruit a new member to her fledgling organization! Excitement and action are sure to follow!
Julie pulled up the collar of the leather duster she’d borrowed from Cowboy Jack, partly to better ward off the cold, but mostly because the wino sprawled against a lamppost across the street was giving her the eye and she feared maybe he recognized her. She really didn’t want to be recognized, here of all places especially.
This was a bad part of town. Not crime-ridden, not in PC, but filthy and run-down, home to drunks and derelicts and wastrels and assorted human trash, most of whom would be criminals if crime were possible.
She twitched irritably, the jacket chafing her butterfly-like wings, but she needed to keep them hidden. As a former child star once famous as much for her bizarre birth-defect as for her physical beauty, she was always in danger of being recognized and she hated it, so the wings had to stay hidden. For the moment, at least, she wasn’t Gossamer, she was just ordinary old Julie Warner, here in Junktown to see a man about a computer. Or rather, a man who was a computer. Sort of.
Following the directions the old man who owned the place had given her, she found the block of run down offices. The place was worse than she could have imagined, a near-collapsing ruin so utterly shabby it almost made the surrounding neighborhood look high-class by comparison. That the building wasn’t condemned was so illogical it bordered on anti-logic.
Sighing, she entered through the gaping hole that would be considered a doorway if there were any door to speak of and headed up a flight of rickety filth-caked stairs. The second floor corridor was a virtual nightmare, graffiti fighting for space with dirt and grime and what looked like bodily fluids in every imaginable variety, and the trash on the floor was piled so high that she didn’t even notice the dead man until she tripped over him.
She almost began to panic, then the corpse gasped, infusing the air with a scent that couldn’t have been any worse if he really had been rotting under a mound of trash for several days. She moved on quickly, practically running past one unoccupied office after another to the room at the end of the hall. The door was cleaner than anything that surrounded it, with several feet of the floor in front of and around it surprisingly trash-free. A plaque on the door bore the legend: Ignatius “I-Mack” Mackenzie: Human Computer for Hire. She wasn’t quite certain what a human computer for hire did, nor how many clients he got in a place like this, but she was determined to recruit him and his incredible bio-mechanical mind for her new team.
Taking a deep breath, she reached out, turned the knob, the opened the door and stepped inside.