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[color=0072bc] [center] [h1]Henry “Jello” Allin, September 7th [/h1][/center][/color]

Henry woke up to the blaring sound of the alarm on his phone. Lazily turning off his alarm and waiting three mins before getting out of bed. Moving towards his bathroom starting his daily ritual. A part of his ritual was styling his hair into a rather large mohawk. Coming out of the bathroom and getting dressed in his regular attire. That being a white shirt, overalls, black combat boots, pink socks, and a plastic Mickey Mouse watch. After finishing his morning ritual, he started to make himself some breakfast. Cooking himself a grilled cheese sandwich and bacon, topping it off with a banana and almond milk.  While watching tv, he noticed a report about some bank robbers stealing money from a local bank. Being reminded of how useless the cops were, they could have caught these guys but would rather focus on innocent black men who they assume were criminals. Ever since the accident he had thought about becoming vigilant. Way the pros and cons for a couple of weeks now, he came to the decision that it would be a bad idea to be vigilant. He did not want to spend most of his life behind bars. 

The day before the incident happened, he had finished fixing his motorcycle. His cycle was having some engine problems, something that was hindering his current job as a pizza boy. After the incident, he was quarantined by some doctors and guys with hazmat suits. He thought he was dying, and understandably he was very worried about his wellbeing. From what he was told by the doctors, he was hit by some sort of unknown gas. The origin of his gas unknown to them, which did relieve his anxiety. “What do you mean you don’t know what the gas does?” Throwing his arms in the air in frustration. “We do not know the effects of the gas at the moment, however, he will have to keep monitoring you. Just so we know you are not infected with any type of virus.” The doctor responded, doing a terrible job trying to reassure Henry. During that time he was studied like a lab rat but was finally released after a couple of weeks of being terribly sick. Vomiting and being disoriented filled his days in the hospital. He was worried that he was going to die, even going as far as contacting his father about his last will and testament. But thankfully he did not die and got some superpowers in the end. He thought it was a good deal overall. 

Finishing his breakfast and getting out of his apartment, making sure that it was locked. There were a couple of times where his place was broken into.  Making his way towards the apartment’s garage and getting onto his bike. Heading towards his job at Poppa’s Pizza.