LegitHuman

Wellston was supposed to be a school. A place for education, but Alexander was disappointed to find that it was just another letdown in life. Granted, he didn't really care about high school, but that was a different matter altogether. Coming from a somewhat organized country, he could just see the flaws by glancing at the Highrarchy. Well, he was here now, so might as well deal with it. ___ I don't own unOrdinary nor do I own the cover art.

Six years. For six years I have worked on keeping the world safe from the shadows. Many left, having something to return to. Many died in the line of duty but I was lucky enough to survive. Each battle made me a little stronger, a little more smarter, and a little more deadlier. But now that I'm back in the light, I don't know what to do anymore. __ I don't own pokemon or the picture. I only own the OC's.

Congrats, he said. Superior Kryptonian, he said. I just wanted to die, not get reincarnated into a fictional world that has a continuation of a treetrunk pattern. So what if I can fly? So what if my punches are powered by the sun? And so what if my new body is a perfect mix of a conquering race of a justice league ripoff and the said Justice League which was seemingly more brutal now? And so what if the people needed someone to save them from death? .... .... .... Damn it. ___ I don't own anything.