//Building Imagination — the ARG

My Origin Story:

In the beginning, Sad Sack seemed like your everyday, run of the mill, small person. She/It had had all of the tools for a normal existence:

And then, one day at the beach, something horrible happened:

The exact series of events is unknown, but billions of scientists and experts agree on the following variables: 1. Puberty may have been a factor, 2. Gypsy curse, and 3. Jellyfish sting. Oh yes, the world’s most brilliant minds have deduced that these three factors were the ingredients that led to perfect storm (I’m totally mixing metaphors here) that hatched Sad Sack unto the world on that fateful day so long ago. The essence of each ingredient became the magical fairy powder with which Sad Sack busts ass. For example:

Puberty – Extreme awkwardness and mood swings (including despair and tedium)
Gypsy Curse – Evil Eye and Stinkybutt
Jellyfish Sting – Boneless blob of undulating gel

With these powers at her disposal, Evil-doers don’t stand a chance. Much like a Cooler at a casino, Sad Sack’s mere proximity can suck the life and will to do wrong, hell, the will to do anything, right out of them. More often than not, criminals will give up on the spot and crouch in a corner contemplating ending it all. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel. Criminal fish with black eyemasks and handguns.
Hooray for Sad Sack.

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My Origin Story:

growing up in a ruff neighborhood, i needed to learn how to defend myself. I spent most of my time watching and mimicking mma matches. In high school I started taking kendo lessons, and eventually went to compete as an olympic athlete in the art of kendo. Now disturbed by the gang violence in modesto, I watch the streets at night trying to keep them a little safer.

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My Origin Story:

Just your average teacher leaving his classroom one evening after a long day of enlightening high school seniors, Jameson heard a strange noise coming from the back on the building. He quickly hid in the shadows of the classroom wall and gently placed his ear against the wall to listen in on the conversation by the unexpected visitors. He overheard their plot to break into the school and steal the new computers from the computer lab next to his classroom. Jameson had never been the confrontational type but at this moment he knew he could not turn the other cheek and calling 911 would give the criminals time to get away with all of the school’s newest prized possessions. Since it was a school he did not keep any weapons nearby but just in the nick of time he remembered that the school baseball team, which he coached, stored their team equipment in his classroom. He went over to the gear and chose to remove a baseball bat from a bag and he happened to choose the bat that hit the winning hit in their game earlier that day. He took a deep breath and hoped that the bat would bring a victory to the school just as it had in the game earlier that day. As he rushed around the corner with the “miracle bat” he caught the two thieves in the act, computers in hand, masks hiding their appearance. As Jameson raised the bat in preparation to defend himself and his school, the bat radiated electricity and gave quite the jolt to the two thieves. The jolt left them in shock on the floor at the feet of the brave teacher and he was able to call 911 and the thieves were taken away. Jameson didn’t do anything more than raise his team’s winning bat and it sent a shock that fought crime without even putting the bat to use. The bat is now used by every player on the baseball team and is kept in close proximity to Jameson when he stays late in the classroom.

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My Origin Story:

The summer before college, I went on a road trip with some friends. We went to the beach on a cloudy day for a windy, August picnic. Halfway through our sandwiches, the clouds gave way to rain, thunder, and lightning in a freak storm. My friends ran back to the car, abandoning the picnic setup, but I cared too much about it to just leave it all there. As I grabbed up the last of the silverware, a shock of lightning coursed through my body, actually melting the sand around my feet into molten glass. I marveled at the beautiful change made at the potential price of my life, as I began to fade out. I saw my friends running back down the hill to me as another bolt struck me. I blacked out before they could reach me.

The world seemed too bright and something was wrong, I could tell. Things began to come into focus and I found myself in an operating room…looking down at myself. Doctors were yelling and surrounding my immobile body, but I could hear nothing. I watched the green line of the heart monitor remain flat and unchanging. One doctor was doing CPR, while another was readying the electric paddles. As the paddles took place of the hands, I felt dragged towards my lifeless body. As the paddles current continued, as did my return to my body. By the fourth strike, my eyes popped open and I gasped at the air. The heart monitor beeped methodically and the doctors’ voices roared to life in my ears. There were sighs of relief and questions about my current state. After a weeklong stay in the hospital, I was released with no complications, aside from jokes about making sure not to shock everyone. I had been struck three times and was declared dead for twenty minutes before miraculously coming back with no brain damage.

I sat outside on the bench and called my mom to pick me up as I took in the clear blue, Modesto sky. She said she’d be there in fifteen minutes and I hung up, watching the bird who was lucky enough to fly home as soon as he pleased. I thought about what it would like to be a bird and was surprised to look down and see my hands glowing and sparking. The spark spread throughout my body and my arms turned into beautiful wings. I was forced out of my seat as a feathery tail grew behind me. I began to flap my new wings and took off into the sky. That’s when I discovered I could change form. As I explored my power, I also found out I could manipulate the forms of whatever object I touched with a conscious idea behind it. I became The Transmogrifier and decided to use my powers to help others.

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My Origin Story:

Children sometimes are born with an extraordinary gift. A two year old child who can play music like Mozart; Another child who understands chemistry and can do complex equations before ever enrolling into grade school. Jerry Rytloc was special like these other children. However he was born with a very abnormal gift, a gift of healing, a hand that can heal the hurt and save the dying. Not only that he can channel his power to kill if threatened. With this gift however there is a curse, his power is limited and he can only save so many people as his life force allows him; this limit is his weakness and he’s not the only one that knows this…

Jerry’s mother, Rita is the core of his power and she taught him everything from selfless love of others to understanding and saving people who are in need of healing. Jerry’s father left his mother and him when he was born 30 years ago. They have never heard of him since that day. Rita never gave up on Jerry and knew that he had a gift like none other. His left hand can heal or mend broken bones, cuts, wounds, bruises and such simply by that of a touch. Rita found this out when Jerry repaired a bird’s broken wing when he was eight years old, she noticed him holding the bird in his hand with a green glow emitting from his left palm. What she doesn’t know is that his right hand can channel is life force to deadly energy that can also kill, and she never knew of this hidden power even upon her death bed. On the night of his mother’s death he was filled with so much sorrow, sadness, guilt and anger that his right hand glowed red. He didn’t think much of it, however it wouldn’t be the last time he sees it.

Rita passed away due to cancer when Jerry was 21. Jerry held a guilt since that day because he failed to save his dying mother. He can heal wounds and cuts but his power has not grown enough to heal something of such a degree. He then dedicated his life to medicine and earned his doctorate degree and is now known as Dr. Rytloc and works for more than twenty hospitals throughout the world. As he immerse his life into the world of medicine and healing his powers grew and he continues to understand and control his powers to a higher degree.

He eventually developed a costume and went out during the evening to patrol the streets of his city. For those who he can’t help in the hospitals he helps on the streets. People called him Healzor, The Healer. No one knows who Healzor really is and Dr. Rytloc himself thought the same as well… but he was wrong.

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My Origin Story:

My powers came to me in a dream. I was 17 and my days were stretched. Days were spent in between school, athletics and visits to the hospital. My dream came to me during a nap while resting in the parking lot of Memorial hospital.  It foretold a tumor the would swell in my head. The pressure of the tumor on my brain triggered a ungodly amount of adrenaline in my system. This gave me strength, speed and the stealthiness of an owl and the agility of a cat, ten fold. Surprisingly the growth was not in danger of harming me because of the effect it had on my body. My body fights the tumor and as it gets smaller my powers diminish. which allows it to grow again. This also effects my powers as the tumor lessens as does my powers.

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My Origin Story:

It was an average day in an average life. I thought the day was going well me and my wife where doing just fine. We went out for dinner and were heading back to the car when a man came up to us demanding money. When we politely refused he pulled a gun. We tried to tell him that we didn’t carry that kind of stuff on us but he wouldn’t hear it. My wife was the first to get shot… then myself.

The whole world felt cold and as it seeped away I heard a voice in my head a voice asking me if I wanted to live to stop people like that from hurting others… it was Bast, the Egyptian goddess of cats birth and life. She offered to become one of her children in exchange I wouldn’t hunt those who harmed others and defend the weak from the oppressors. I willingly accepted, and became Adouchi a shadow of vengeance. I was given the powers over shadow able to move through them at will. I became more agile, stronger and faster and more importantly I learned the Egyptian martial arts that would help me fight others. Lastly, I gained the power to judge another.. to look into their souls and judge their wrong doings and let them feel the anguish and pain they put on others. I would make them all pay for their wrong doings.

The last gift she gave me was my wife, Bast is a protector of women and as a gift to her new champion she gave her the strength to survive our ordeal. Now I go out searching the night for those who would prey on the weak to see that justice and judgment is rendered.

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