//Building Imagination — the ARG

My Origin Story:

Check. Check. Is this working? Hello~? Don’t you hate it when you start talking and get really far in what it was you had to say but then some baldy in the back of the room stands up and shouts: “Hey, you with the bad dye job, the mic’s off!” Yeah, I hate that too. Of all people, baldies really should know better than to hurt other peoples’ feelings. In any case, it’s always good to double check all of the equipment or else you’ll make your dear mother cry (from shame!).

-Ahem- anyway…

I guess this is where I talk a little about myself, right? Right. Well, being a spirit, my real name is sorta personal. Like, really personal. Assuming I had a wife, I probably wouldn’t tell her either. She would blab it to all the neighbors the second I didn’t do the dishes the way she wanted. Then, BAM, next thing you know, snot nosed school kids are summoning me to answer their earth-shattering questions like “Does little Jimmy Smith down the street like me? Tee Hee?” Of course he doesn’t like you. You sound so insincere when you say “tee hee”, plus you have abnormally long nose hairs.

The point is, knowing a spirit’s real name is like putting a collar on them. And for me, that would stink. So, no, you can’t know my real name, my real age or my real measurements (I‘m shy), but there are some things I can tell you about myself, in no particular order. For the most part, I go by Freckles, Mister Freckles. I wish people would come up with a nickname for me that didn’t make me sound like a domesticated spotted owl, but we can’t have everything we want. For instance, right now I wish I could have some melon soda (Don‘t judge me, it really is delicious!).

Here’s a little story that might help to take my mind off of my current liquidy desires. Oh, and I guess tell you a little more about myself. Years ago,  two high ranking shadow spirits had a beautiful baby boy and that handsome little devil was me.

(To answer your question, yes, my parents were incredibly good looking. Though my father does have a receding hair line… but that doesn’t mean anything for my beautiful locks! N-no… nothing.)

My parents hoped that I would become a social climber, but seeing as I flunked most of my classes except for finger painting and sticking uncooked elbow macaroni up my nose, it became obvious that I wouldn’t amount to much. Don’t worry, though, they quickly realized their grave mistake and had a second baby. Luckily, my sister turned out to be a real overachiever so I went through school without much pressure from the ’rents……..

Read more of my story on my blog…

My Origin Story:

My life of a super hero all began in the windy of month of November 1992. I was born a little different from most children with a mind full of ideas and endless possibilities. I tend to believe that nothing is out of reach, and that not even the sky is the limit. If something is greatly desired than I say shoot and hope for the moon. Sure my Government name might just be Lissette Montoya, but to the world I am something more than that. In fact I am spectacular beyond belief and go by the name none other than what I am, the passionate Fierce Dreamer.

What is it that I do, and what are my particular powers some may ask? To answer that might be hard, for there is a never ending list of jobs for Fierce Dreamer. If I must answer than I will graciously say that I am a dreamer that does more than just dream. I take into perspective what must be done to succeed in order to create the path for my future that matches perfectly to what I dream of. Whether it’s maintaining great grades to further my education, or scoping out sales to better my wardrobe. As for my powers, ha! People might be amazed that I hold the strongest power of all. Even though a dream might just be a wish my heart makes, it’s my fierceness and dedication that makes my dreams flow into a reality.

Time after time I might come across various arch nemeses trying to block the road to my perfect dreamland. When it’s all said and done, and the battle is over I always come out victorious. I mean not to sound all confident, but when one messes with the Fierce Dreamer expect to be shut down, and destroyed. I the Fierce Dreamer am in control of my dreams, and will exploit anything to gain what is rightfully mine.

Read more of my story on my blog…

My Origin Story:

It was a stormy day in the old ruins of Fiesole near Florence, Italy when a lone art student from the United States found the handle of a hatchet sticking out from the ground. The young woman grasped the handle of the weapon and pulled it from the earth at the same time a clash of lightning and thunder sounded. Rain poured from the sky as the girl looked up at the exact moment lightning struck into her left eye.

The hatchet was suddenly rejuvenated by the electricity running through her veins. She fell to the ground as smoke rose off of her heated body. Even in this weakened state, she clung to the hatchet and to this day, does not know how she survived. When she awoke, the storm clouds had faded into a hazy gray with rain drenching her from head to toe. She noticed immediately that in her left eye, everything seemed gray with splotches of color shattered about.

The young woman’s eyes were still of the same color when she returned to her hotel room with the weapon packed away in her backpack. However, through her left eye she could see herself in warm colors like heat vision. Amazed and afraid, she covered the side of her eye with her long hair. Upon returning to the states, she noticed an increase in strength, hearing, and vision. Her left eye was able to read people’s emotions and whether they were good or evil. With her newly developed ninja skills, Neurohatchet came into being.

Read more of my story on my blog…

My Origin Story:

I acquired my super powers in an usual way.  It was a Saturday afternoon and I had been working extra hours on weekends for a few weeks.  I was a scientist that worked for the company Rogaine; I had finally come up with a solution that made the original formula 100x stronger.  Little did I know that it was too powerful to handle.

Right when I figured the formula out, my buddy Marty called me and told me that he and his scientist buddy had been traveling through time.  I thought it was nonsense but the excitement in his voice as he was describing to me all the different places and eras he has been had me really curious.  He told me to go to his place at that instant; in a rush, I grabbed the vile of the concentrated Rogaine formula and the piece of paper of the written down formula.

I finally got to his place and was disappointed to see that his totally “rad (this was the 80s when ‘rad’ wasn’t frowned upon yet)” time travel machine was a Delorean.  Marty saw the disappointed expression on my face and fired up the machine.  To my surprise, the thing came alive!  There was electricity indoors and the Delorean started to hover!  He invited me in and I couldn’t say no.  When I sat down, I felt the vile shatter in my pocket. I had smashed it against the E-brake handle as I sat down.

“Nooo!” My life’s work was in ruins.  I reached inside my pocket to see if there was any hope of saving some drops and cut myself in the process.   I screamed in pain and quickly pulled my hand out of my pocket at the same time breaking the flux capacitor open in the car.  I grabbed the paper w/ the formula written down but the chemicals were so strong that they wiped the ink clear.  I put my head in my hands in disbelief and started  to break down.  The chemicals from the formula charged with the flux capacitor’s energy were dripping from my hand down my face and eventually to my goatee.  My goatee instantly grew out a full-on beard.

From that day I was never the same again.  My beard would grow back to full length a minute after shaving.  It would have a life of its own and paint beautiful murals on boring sidewalks and buildings sometimes.  My beard can also grow up to any length desired and fight off evil when needed.  Being fired from Rogaine for losing the formula and forgetting how I acquired it in the first place, I decided to be a super hero.  The spork is the only thing I found in my house that resembled a weapon.  It is mainly just for looks.

Read more of my story on my blog…

My Origin Story:

After the birth of my children, I morphed into a full-fledged superhero.  Abilities I never knew existed sprang into action.  Watch out…motherhood will do that to you.  I have the lightening fast ability to sense when my children are in danger.  My super sonic hearing allows me to hear the candy jar opening three rooms away.  I can keep my cool when my husband asks a question, the cats are hungry, the phone is ringing, my kids are yelling at each other and I’m cooking dinner.

I make a mean mac and cheese and can multi-task like nobody’s business. I have ridiculously good built in x-ray vision. I can locate any lost item in the house. And my favorite – I can keep a smile on my face when the entire living room looks like a tornado went through it even though I cleaned it five minutes ago.

Needless to say, my husband does not, I repeat does not, possess any super powers.  If something takes him 10 minutes to do, it will take me 10 seconds.  I seem to be the only one around my home who can do a billion things at once. Leave it to Supermom to get the job done.  However, he’s a great husband and father and does a lot for us.  This supermom is one lucky lady.

In addition to running a household, raising a family and volunteering at my children’s school, I thought it would be a good idea to take on 24 units this semester.  SAY WHAT?!?! Sane or not, Wonder Woman has nothin’ on me.  I am here to conquer the world and show everyone that hard work and dedication really does pay off.  I am Supermom. Hear me roar!

Read more of my story on my blog…

My Origin Story:

A devout Catholic Instructional Aide of Mexican ancestry, was wandering her beloved desert outside Le Grand when a fiery meteor struck mere feet away from her. Miraculously unharmed, Capri discovered she now had supernatural power over flame. Firebird’s subsequent attempt to revive the Rangers was a failure (though she did succeed in exposing the demonic possession and she soon started on a spiritual retreat. All of a sudden i was fast, very athletic and hot headed at time when i get angry like a Firebird. i Believe with my strengths i can help out kids in my community to see the good things in life and i believe i can make a difference.

This is my first semester at CSU Stanislaus. I am majoring in Liberal Studies with a concentration in Special Education. I have been working with Handi Cap students for the past three years and i enjoy working with these kids very much because they give me the motivation to never give up. Thats why i want to become a Special Education Teacher for High School Students.

Thats why i am the

SWIFT ASSASSIN!

Read more of my story on my blog…

My Origin Story:

I Love Pigs! I love to eat them because they are so yummy!  Some say that meat is murder,,,tasty, tasty murder.

I used to love pigs.  So much so that I was a pig farmer for 20 years until the accident.  The government asked me to raise a few of their pigs that came from a genetic experiment lab that was closed down by animal right’s activists.  They paid me lots of money to take care of three pigs.  It seemed like a simple enough job, until the accident.  You’ve heard the saying “when pigs fly”?  Well that’s exactly what happened the night that everything changed.

Like I said…I used to love pigs…until I realized their diabolic plan to take over the world’s food chain supply.

Read more of my story on my blog…

My Origin Story:

You might say Corrupt Angel is a strange pseudonym, but it has followed me for some time now. It has become my alternate persona for almost as long as I can remember. People have always said I look  so sweet and innocent, like an angel, but upon knowing me realize that I am anything but. Believe me, this does not mean I’m evil or bad, just that I am not what I seem. I am outspoken and not timid once I feel comfortable around someone; hence I am an angel that is not to be messed with .

Lately, I have decided to act upon my beliefs and not lay dormant any longer. I think it is time that I stood up for what I believe in and spread the word. Open the eyes of those who cross my path. I know this sounds so intimidating, but trust me I am just zealous about change. The world needs it, I need it.

I’m going to start small; fore I am just one person out here in the world, on the Internet. Hey, it all starts small and we all have to start somewhere. I just want to better myself, my immediate surroundings, and my community one step at a time. I think my eyes first opened when I decided I wanted to teach……to inspire someone else for a change.

Read more of my story on my blog…

My Origin Story:

It was crazy, really, but I didn’t think so at the time…

I was boating in the Mediterranean and suddenly fell over board as I tried to photograph a nearby dolphin. Luckily, Hanna-Barbera’s seldom seen Birdman came to my rescue. His base of operations was in a nearby extinct volcano.  Much like the way he revived Birdboy, he also used solar radiation to bring me back life, transferring some of his powers from the Egyptian sun god Ra to me in the process.

These powers include flight, strength, and the ability to fire solar beams from my hand, as well as to create a solar shield; unfortunately the powers fade when I am out of sunlight for a short time. I also have a weakness for any seeded bagels.

I was able to return the favor to him once in my youth (as Birdgirl), helping Birdman capture one of his archenemies, Cumulus – The Storm King. Inside the volcano, Birdman has been monitoring the Earth for trouble, and receives orders from Falcon-7, an eye-patched contact with the Inter-Nation Security agency. Apparently, Cumulus – The Storm King had managed to capture Birdman’s giant purple eagle Avenger, but after creating a distraction, we were able to free him.

However, since maturing fully into my adult persona of Supreme Eagletronic, I have been busy fighting gloom and lack of inspiration right here in Modesto, CA.

Read more of my story on my blog…