Hero Journals

We’re going to Paragon City, Mr. Marcus tells me, and shows me on the map. It’ll be a couple more days. He tells me that there will be less trouble there. I wonder why?

I did not understand what was happening after I stopped two men from escaping from the police station’s cells. Everyone was afraid of me, and the policemen asked a lot of unhappy sounding questions. They moved me in to a different cell, one with all concrete walls and only the one door. It didn’t even […]

Codger explains how he got his start in Paragon City.

I woke up from dozing to the sounds of a struggle, and a cry of, “Let go!” An officer, who had been walking through the cells every hour or two was standing outside the far cell, and pulling back against something. I stood up, and tried to see. I could see the one of the […]

Okay. I’m a hero. An official, card-carrying hero. It’s my job to put myself in danger to try and keep the various forces of evil – and Paragon City has plenty! – at bay. That doesn’t bother me. I knew what I was getting in to, and it’s what I want to do. Sometimes, though, […]

Things were good for several days. I found a place to hide and sleep that was dry and warm enough, and I found food to eat. I didn’t even have to chase it. It was being put in a big metal box behind a restaurant, and nobody seemed to want it. It wasn’t long before […]

Free! Free at last! No more being stuck with needles or forced to find and hurt others who were, like me, trapped and unwilling. What a wonderful day! What a long day, too. The usual day of being asked to do incomprehensible things, and having to fight or hide, or simply think the right way […]

Machinst considers why he does the job he does.