ProfeZZor X
Master of all that is ice
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Its 1969, and youre casually driving along the highway in your freshly washed brand new 1969 Chevy Suburban on a nice day of 78 degrees, with all of the windows rolled down, and a slightly cool breeze envelops the cabin area. Traffic is pretty dense on a late Friday afternoon, as everyone is trying to get out of town for the holiday weekend, so you sit and wait. Your 10 and 6 year old are in the back seat listening to the radio show To Tell The Truth, with Gary Moore, and your significant other is gazing out of the passenger window, humming the theme song from a popular television show that slips your mind. All the while, youre minding your own business, obeying the local traffic laws, as you glance over and wave at your stand still vehicular neighbor.
And as you glance through their slightly hazy windows, you see a group of individuals with large Xs branded on various parts of their tightly fitting uniforms, through a chain link fence of the local military base. They appear to be attempting to apprehend a man in a gladiator-like costume of crimson red and royal purple. He gestures his arms in a fashion as if he is commanding something, when in fact he is manipulating the surrounding metal in the area into organic shapes, and creating what can only be described as a vibrating disturbance in the air.
While the traffic is still at a stand still, a scrawny looking teenager with an unusual pair of goggles shoots red beams of light from his eyes at the man, while a red headed young girl places her index fingers at her temples, and levitates an object to throw at the strange man. Another costumed character flies gracefully over the roof of your Suburban, dawning bleach white feathery wings, and some sort of elongated tube with an eye-piece at the end of its tip, that kind of resembles a bazooka. Another individual that can only be described as a brawny costumed man with extremely large hands and bare feet, using a great amount of agility on the apparatus in his immediate area. Lastly, there is a very young boy skating on what looks like a bridge made of ice, and he looks as if hes covered in slushy white snow. He makes a few gestures as if hes about to throw something at the gladiator-like costumed man, and it turns out to be a series of snowballs, created out of thin air.
All the while, your kids take notice, and stare at this event in absolute amazement. Then, they ask the inevitable questions:
Who are those people What makes them different from us Why are those people different from us How can they do things like that Where do they come from... How can I be like that.
How would you describe what mutants are to your children?
EDIT: YOU ARE LIVING IN THE YEAR 1969, AND WITNESSING THE EVENT SHOWN ON THE COVER OF X-MEN #1.
And as you glance through their slightly hazy windows, you see a group of individuals with large Xs branded on various parts of their tightly fitting uniforms, through a chain link fence of the local military base. They appear to be attempting to apprehend a man in a gladiator-like costume of crimson red and royal purple. He gestures his arms in a fashion as if he is commanding something, when in fact he is manipulating the surrounding metal in the area into organic shapes, and creating what can only be described as a vibrating disturbance in the air.
While the traffic is still at a stand still, a scrawny looking teenager with an unusual pair of goggles shoots red beams of light from his eyes at the man, while a red headed young girl places her index fingers at her temples, and levitates an object to throw at the strange man. Another costumed character flies gracefully over the roof of your Suburban, dawning bleach white feathery wings, and some sort of elongated tube with an eye-piece at the end of its tip, that kind of resembles a bazooka. Another individual that can only be described as a brawny costumed man with extremely large hands and bare feet, using a great amount of agility on the apparatus in his immediate area. Lastly, there is a very young boy skating on what looks like a bridge made of ice, and he looks as if hes covered in slushy white snow. He makes a few gestures as if hes about to throw something at the gladiator-like costumed man, and it turns out to be a series of snowballs, created out of thin air.
All the while, your kids take notice, and stare at this event in absolute amazement. Then, they ask the inevitable questions:
Who are those people What makes them different from us Why are those people different from us How can they do things like that Where do they come from... How can I be like that.
How would you describe what mutants are to your children?
EDIT: YOU ARE LIVING IN THE YEAR 1969, AND WITNESSING THE EVENT SHOWN ON THE COVER OF X-MEN #1.
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