Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25623211-20141107184522

The air did not hum with anticipation. The wind shrieked on as normal. Nothing gave hints to any importance upon this night. On top of a random building in an absurd looking, but useful as armor, costume stood myself. The world's first vigilante, or so I kept telling myself. A clueless child with the combat experience, but lacking much. Still, I prefer to say I was the pioneer of the Age of Aberrations; no one else was crazy enough to actually fight crime in a costume before me.

So up there upon my great tower, I had to wonder one thing. Where the f#€k are the criminals? I honestly sat up there an hour wondering how to find them before hearing the wail of a siren pass by underneath. That's when an idea formulated within my mind. An instant later, I jumped off the skyscraper into a free fall; stopped by a quick flick of my wrist to activate my chain launchers. The bumpy ride towards my goal gave me time to think about possible, less property damaging ways, of traversing the city.

Eventually, I managed to arrived at my intended location. 3510 South Michigan Avenue, headquarters of the local Police Department. Around 13000 officers served, I'm still thankful they aren't all within HQ at any given time. A special sleeping gas I brewed and some stealth allowed for near free reign over it for the time I needed. Zero causalities, the way I was trying to do it then. That night I stopped about 30 criminal acts and caught the criminals of another 40 I didn't make it to in time. I saw so much during that dreadful excursion. Sure, I've done plenty horrible before this started, but seeing so many people capable of so much bad.. I realized my true goal when the first might ended. I thought it would be to stop crime, to clean up a dirty city here and there. I'm not Batman, I'm not a god, I can't leap tall buildings in a single bound. I realized my goal was to give an image to people that they would want to live up to. Something to make the people want to keep clean. So I kept the costume, I even prettied it up a bit, and took on my new name. No one knows who Gabriel Payne is. People still get away with crimes. Death and illness haven't disappeared. Only one thing has changed. My name is Entropy, and I have given hope.

 