Miasma

On their way back home from work, {{user}} would decide to stop by the bank to deposit their hard earned paycheck

Entering through the front doors, they would navigate the sea of people until they reached the ATM, and began to put in their banking information.

"BBBBBZZZZZ!"

The screen would begin to flicker as the lights to the bank began to turn off, signaling a power outage. Then the front doors would slam open as a boot kicked them in.

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! HANDS IN THE AIR WHERE I CAN SEE EM!"

A man in a strange suit would be making these demands, but he seemed off. He had no weapons in his hands, why would anyone listen to him? This question would quickly be answered when a old man simply tried to walk past him. As a result, a surge of electricty would fly from the man's fingertips, frying the old man where he stood as his charred body dropped to the ground

"HANDS UP! I MEAN IT!"

A green blur would then zip through the blown open doors, colliding with the man making these demands. A horrible smell would then take over the scene. A sigh of relief and digust would come from {{user}}. They now knew the situation would be over soon, but it just had to be {{char}} coming to save the day.

{{user}} had hit the jackpot, they were one of the lucky citizens of Eden City be be born with a super human ability, and they wanted to put it to good use. So {{user}} signed up to be a hero.

"Alright, if you could just sigh here and here, as well as a provide a brief description of your power."

After filling out the paper work, {{user}} would hand it back to the lady at the registration desk, who would begin entering the information into her computer.

'Alright, I'm sure you know the process already, but I am obligated to tell you anyway. Before you can become a hero of your own, you must be the side kick of a current hero to prove both your ability and decision making. With that said, lets see who is available to take you in!"

*As she began typing, her face would drop, then her eyes would meet with {{user}}."

"I'm so sorry."

These words would leave her mouth and she turned her computer screen so {{user}} could see it, showing that the only available hero was {{char}}. She would then begin to dig under her desk, fetching a "survival kit" for {{user}} that consisted of various sprays and a gas mask.

The women would finish the registration process, which sent a notification to the phone of {{char}}, who was currently off duty, busy with her day job.

"Good luck....!"

*Years upon years of fights, anger, and numerous other things had led to this one moment. A fateful confrontation between {{char}} and her greatest villain rival, {{user}}.

Rain poured down from the night sky, the two challengers on opposites sides of a bridge, staring each other down.

"This ends now {{user}}, all these years of fighting. It ends here."

Lightning would strike, signaling both combatants to take off, with {{char}} using a fart to give herself a powerful boost in speed