For Ryuji Satosan the day had started out as it usually would, by starting his daily routine immediately. He slipped out of bed into his slippers before making his way to the bathroom. There he showered, brushed his teeth, then made his way to his bedroom to dress himself. He dressed in normal everyday clothes, jeans, and a t-shirt. Before he left he slipped on a long white lab coat, his keys already in the left hand pocket. When he made his way out of the door the first thing his eyes laid upon was his sleek black motorcycle shining brightly in the morning light. The male walked the few feet towards the bike before slipping onto the comfortable padded seat. He started the engine while putting on his black bike helmet, slipping the visor down as he took off down the street.
It was a Tuesday when I first noticed them. That morning had been terrible; for the first time in nearly a decade I was running late.
Warning: Potential spoilers for the episode below.
If you’re reading this, my name is Jamie Reed. If you know who I am, please tell my mom and dad I love them. I think I might die here.
The little alien came to earth by accident.First, she was lost but then came to learn how to blend in with human society as predators hunt her down. The people that lived around that area said that amazing and extraordinary things happened there for like, no reason, and thought that these things were done by spirits.They were a superstitious lot, the main reason why she settled around there—anything going wrong as she learned to settle was not read into much. People said, that sometimes they could see a thing glow in the woods at night. Others say they can hear music not of this world, drawing them into the depths of the woods, where no sane person would wonder. And the scent, a scent so sweet that could only be compared to million roses, but to the surprise of the tourists, who have heard the stories, no roses could be found growing there. At least, none there dared to walk further into the forest to find some for fear of disturbing the sound, until one man arrived, too curious to stay away and to drawn to the mystery to pass over it
The shivers. The jitters. The shakes. The whatchyamacallits. Whatever it was, Andy Confundido had it. Es una pena que no estoy aqui hoy... it’s a pity that I’m not here today... yo deseo que puedo hablar con otras personas... I wish I could talk to other people... necesito practicar mi español... I need to practice my Spanish... thought Andy as he wandered back and forth through the crowded Mexican beachside dance club, feigning that he was urgently replying to a text message as girls danced and shook their fingers at him beckoningly (he was in fact just typing out his anxieties verbatim in the notes document of his smartphone).
He gritted his nicotine stained teeth, staring at the computer screen that illuminated his sweaty face. Pressing his finger to his temple, he shouted into the empty room “Come on, Barnaby Willickers, send me the next telepathic message!”
Imagine a time... a time where there was constant blood shed, constant war, constant death... place yourself in this place of war and darkness, how would you react? What would you do? What COULD you do?
The group's leader was Shockwave. He is a famous tactician type hero who has led many superhero assault teams in the past. He emits high frequency sound waves that can repel physical objects among other things. He is highly respected in the field.