Freedomtown IC

Wow... this planet is so beautiful. I think maybe I could finally make a real home here...

Hi... my name is Tiffany. I really hope things go well for me here.

This is weird. I'm not sure that I like it very much. There are more people in one city here than I've met in my entire life. And that includes the people that I killed. I feel that I should mention that based on what I've been told about this place, I believe that I'm actually from this multiverse. But you know... a bomb here, a virus there... poof! New world.

For anyone who cares, my name is Ginella and I'm a mutant. I'm 21, but I've never received any sort of formal education. Thankfully, I guess it's not necessary, due to my age?

So, this is how "heroes" take care of people.

I was brought here moments before I was about to die, betrayed by those I dared to trust. And this is how I'm welcomed to a new world.

Incarceration.

Typical humans.

Guess I've been here long enough to start getting on my own feet. I just don't know what to do with myself, seeing as how back home I worked in liberating mutants since I was fifteen.

Suggestions?

Since I'd pretty much do anything that would make my Katiebear happy, here's me trying to post more on here.

So, today's a fairly melancholy day for me. This would've been my parents' 22nd wedding anniversary if Daddy was still alive. In our world, my dad was a superstar. A legend in pro wrestling. So I know there's still a lot of fans who miss him... but none of them will ever miss him like I do. I was Daddy's Little Girl and I idolized his goofy ass.

He never existed in this reality, so... I don't even have a photo of him. Luckily I still have the necklace he got for my sixteenth birthday. It's something I can cling to when I think of him. I just wish he could've met Katie. I've dated some people that I know he didn't approve of... and Katie's basically the exact kind of person he always wanted for me. He'd had adored her.

So on less depressing topics, I'll give another short intro for myself, since I think I've posted on here all of once.

I'm Jenny Prescott. My parents are pro wrestlers Vlad Blackheart and Lara Chastain. I began training to enter the sport when I was 12 years old, and turned pro at 17. When Daddy passed away shortly after my 18th birthday, I paid tribute to both of my parents by taking the ring name of Lara Blackheart.

About a year before arriving here, I suffered a severe mental breakdown due to losing my dad. A big part of my recovery can be chalked up to meeting and falling in love with Katie. Her devotion and unconditional love helped heal my heart, and give me something to smile about.

Quite a few of my pals ended up here as well, including my best friends Mia Hayashi and Shelley Silver, and also my godfather, Judas Lasher.

Since coming here, I can honestly say I'm very at peace with not being a wrestler anymore. I work as an administrative assistant at Stark Industries (Daddy would FLIP HIS SHIT if he were here to see me working for Iron Man) and I'm thriving at the position. I love having a more 'normal' life, being able to go out with Katie, have friends over, not waking up in pain every morning.

So c'mon. Tell me a little about yourselves. Katiebear's got a nice little circle of friends, so maybe it's time I make one too. What kinda things do you enjoy? Sports? Music? Books? Let's get to know each other.

Toodles,

- Jenny

That was a battle to remember. I'm grateful to those who saved the planet. As to the ones in the cities. Like Chicago for example. Like the jerks who dared go near my places.. damn, that was a lot of bodies. But I fucking told those Stormtroopers and Imperial assholes, I told them, "Hey, don't get any closer to my club or you die." Same for my house. Well.. they learned too late, I'm a man of my word.

But. In spite of that victory, there's a loss. That damn gem, goddammit! My brother is gone. My.. brother.. is.. gone. Adam Young. Actually, there were two of him, the kid, and the one closer to my age. And now he's gone. FUCK!

Birthdays are stupid.