After 6 weeks, I thought I'd started to settle in. Sure this world had it's differences, it's quirks and it's abominable horrors, but something about it just felt right, like I could close my eyes and almost be home. I heard footsteps outside and almost expected Hexe to walk through the door to the workshop. It had the dynamic. It had the heroes. It had the villains. It had the vigilantes lurking in the night. It had that sublime, turn-the-amp-to-eleven feel that only worlds with true metahumans could hope to match.
Parahumans, I corrected myself.
They called them Parahumans here.
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Parahumans, I corrected myself.
They called them Parahumans here.
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Worm
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?