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[sub]THE DEATH OF...[/sub][h1][color=darkred][b]S U P E R M A N[/b][/color][/h1][hr]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/3EtOkeK.png[/img][h3][sup][sub][color=Black]Clark Joseph Kent 
Kal-El Of Krypton
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[CENTER][sup][color=#0099f7]"The only way to change the world is to quit thinking it’s a job for Superman. Real power lies in your own hands."[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[INDENT][INDENT][i]Five years ago, crisis struck and a force of the earths' mightiest heroes came together, out of the shadows, the oceans and the sky to save humanity from cataclysm. That force was lead by a survivor of a dead race who grew up amongst the humans, Superman. Dubbed the greatest hero among them, Superman brought truth, peace and justice wherever his red cape touched. But tragedy struck, the kind even the greatest among us can't prevent.
Clark lost what mattered most to him. Crippled from the same battle, Clark had to face a world of grief in a way he had never done before. While the kryptonite was out of his body and his spine had healed, his spirit was still broken. He left the cape behind and retreated into solitude. 
New dangers are on the horizon and the world will once more cry out for the last sovereign son of Krypton.
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[COLOR=darkred][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]P L O T ( S )   &   G O A L ( S ):[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]Ultimately, I love Superman and I've always wanted to put my own touch on him. I'm not aiming for a whacky reimagining of the character, but simply aiming to explore what the most overbearing human emotion - grief - would do to the strongest mortal in the universe. To not just loathe in self-pity, I want to explore how he, like all of us can overcome and thrive.

Superman may be dead, this is the story of how he regains hope and comes back to life. [/i][/indent][/indent]

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"Y'know, my dad always told me that I could achieve anything, as long as I put my heart into it and worked hard. The sky's the limit, he would say. I'm starting to think that maybe... He was wrong. I don't think the sky's where it stops. Not for any of us." The black haired man said, chewing lightly on a pencil, trying to think of a way to solve the riddle presented to him on the paper in his hand. He scratched the back of his head, pushing his glasses back up when he grabbed the pen from his mouth again.

"Crossword giving you problem, Smallville?" his brown-haired coworker mocked from the other side of the lunch room. Well, coworker, she was Lois Lane and she was technically his boss. Or at least higher up in the food chain than him. The way she had explained it to him on his first day here, two weeks ago was Lois was a dolphin, Perry White was a great blue whale, and Clark... Well, Clark was a guppy.

"Yeah, it's a real tough one today." Clark murmured, having just filled in 'Sky'. 

"Try 'Ahab' That usually does it." Lois added, grabbing her lunch from the fridge, the salad box that said 'Olsen' on it. Clark shook his head. "I don't think Ahab was the 22nd President of the United States". Lois raised her eyebrow. "It's Grover, man."
"Cleaveland. Like the state. C-L-E-A-V-E-L-A-N-D" Lois spelled it for him and he couldn't help but to snicker a little about it. "That's not how you spe-" He was interrupted by Lois walking past him, back to her desk to eat her lunch. She was always working after all.  "Good talk, miss Lane." Clark concluded, returning to his crossword. 

A few minutes later, Jimmy Olsen, the up and coming hotshoot photographer for the paper walked into the room, looking for his lunch. It was gone. He let out a loud groan. Clark picked up sirens thanks to his extraordinary hearing, and if there was one thing to know about Mr.Kent, was that he tried to be where the sirens were.

He put down the crossword and turned to Jimmy. "Hey, Jimmy! I'm just about to do a coffee run for Mr.White, I'll grab you a sandwich from McLarens while I'm out. Meatball sub, right?" Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, extra marinara, thanks Clark!" Clark smiled, walking towards the exit, taking the stairs in favor of the elevator, the sirens moving past him now. Once he knew nobody could see him in the staircase, he ran towards the roof, instead of towards the lobby. Once he emerged onto the roof he took off his glasses and dress shirt revealing the world famous red S underneath.
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