AngelofOctober — Roleplayer Guild

Forgotten Heroes

I know too much. It’s the same rhetoric, different people. Heroes are a breed of people constructed by some people with money to look fancy and make pretty sounding speeches. The ideal people strive for. Politics creates division among the many. They will tell you they are for or against discrimination against Mutants, Powers, and Aliens. But it’s all a distraction to keep you fighting amongst yourselves, to continue spewing lines of hatred and bigotry to the people the politician you agree with tells you who the enemy is. 

But what’s that matter? The X-men will make it right, they are ambassadors of good and justice for all. Why’s that matter? The Avengers stand for unity and equality or so you think. Humans and powers, Aliens, and Mutants working together side by side. It’s all a rooze. They are all too perfect, to selfless. They have people strive for something that is not realistic. 

Like rose tinted glasses maxed to the extreme. Who don’t know a thing about the realities of life. They are more like celebrities in uniforms, who take on the pretty jobs. The ones that save the world, or save the citizens so they can be in the news. Look good for the magazines and for the people. They have forgotten what true suffering is about.

Or what it truly means to be a freak. They have forgotten their message. Because power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. Money changes the minds of people and even heroes like Xavier and Nick Fury go far off the message. They are sitting somewhere in a backroom of VIP politics with the likes of Magneto, the President of the United States, the Mayor of New York, the Senators, sipping cocktails, exchanging money and making deals.

Because it’s always the people we think are selfless doing the good for all, that are the best liars. Their smiles. Their progressive ideals are all too make money. To turn a profit. The heroes like Cyclops, or Rogue, even Wolverine, have lost sight of their message because they can come out of limos, walk on red carpets with celebrities.

And many young and gifted individuals believe they can be them. Then they get hit with the reality that they are not desirable. They are of a different class of special. They are minority even among their peers. They’ll never be cherished heroes, getting their hands calloused with the hard work that doesn’t make the X-Men or Avengers or any of the other groups look good. 

Just like your average worker who believes their politicians and those with money design them jobs so they can live. But there is no sweat nor toil on their brow, because they don’t have to live with the burden of hard work. 

I know what hard work is. I have money. But I know what hard work is. And I know what it's like to be in between. To be able to think and not be shoehorned into a box. It makes me an outside. An enemy to them. An enemy in their eyes. I either accept their blood money or I continue to be a martyr with pockets.

Q

Xavier stares across his desk towards him. The young before Xavier was exceptionally beautiful, unnatural so. It wouldn’t surprise him if the young man was more than simply a young man and something far more supernatural. Xavier stared at the funding request or really the assistance request. Why did this young man even bother? 

His years were getting to him. To be that young and idealistic, he remembers it, but his body was beginning to ache and his mind was becoming idle. He had not achieved all that he had desire, but he still had achieved something. 

Yes, he believed he had achieved something at least. Despite being able to recognize the young man’s beauty, Xavier was worried he could not hear the thoughts of this young man’s mind nor could he make out the details of his face. Every time he tried to do so, all he got was a glimmering glow of light. The young man was shielding himself from him.

So he was clever and idealistic. 

“Q is it?” Xavier ask.

“That’s correct Professor,” and he was a suck up as well, or perhaps he thought it appeal to some kind of greater ego.

“You have come to my school directly and my office directly, to discuss this request?” Xavier asked.

“That’s correct, I sent you a few emails, and a few voicemails. When I did not receive a question, I felt it necessary to come to you directly,” Q told him.

Xavier just furrowed his brows.

“And exactly is that you want from me, I heard something about an exchange of mutants? And that means?”

“It means I want your undesirables Xavier,”

“For what?”

“My own reasons,”

Xavier sighs and stares at the young man, he turns away looking at him hurt just a little. It was hard to read him. Hard to see him. He didn’t trust anyone who felt the need to hide their own identity from him. And exactly did he mean by undesirables anyway? 

“And exactly what does undesirables mean?” Xavier asked him.

“It means I want the people you’re going to deny for any greater purpose than to continue dreaming and drinking up your reality you have them believing,”

Xavier scowls. 

“Are you claiming that I have them believing something that won’t come true?” Xavier ask.

The young man shifts calmly in his seat. He can hear him smirk. Q just smirks. Xavier smiles too. Too clever, idealistic, and intelligent for his own good. He thought he could just stop a status quo years in its making. What did he hope? Expect to gain from this? Xavier folded his hands on top of his desk and simply waited for his answer.

“That’s exactly what I am saying and you know that’s what I am saying,” Q tells him in a matter of fact, but calm manner, “Are you honestly telling me, you’re going to dress the boy who can turn his body into a rubber ball into a uniform and call him an X-Men?”

Xavier frowns, stares at the door, then back at Q.

“It clears to me you have been in a few political rings or at least have had the experience around them,” Xavier tells him, “So just between you and me, no I would not have the boy who can inflate his body into a ball uniformed as an X-men. Some people can dream all they like about being something they are not, but they have to face the reality that some dreams do not come true. It is fine if they dream though, it keeps others dreaming, and keeps the X-mean as a beacon of their hope-”

“-that also might not come true,” Q cut him off, “you're selling an illusion then. You use to be against the establishment. To stand for something. You’ve forgotten your own message.”

Xavier stares at the young man. He didn’t forget. But it had to be adapted, changed, it had to evolve. Sometimes progression was one created by fabricating a reality. 

“Question, Q,” Xavier said harshly, “would you say in the last five years since the Avengers and X-men teamed up together to save the world from the alien invasion that nearly destroyed Earth, has their been less violence and the people have seemed far more at peace with each other? Has that not been a byproduct of our illusion?”

Q gives a breathy laugh.

“And what about the radical divisionist that still exist? Your illusion may work on the mass population of idiots, but there are people who are not buying,”

Now Xavier laughs.

“Like yourself, but they are small portion of the population,” Xavier responds.

“A small portion doesn’t mean any less of a threat Xavier, your illusion doesn’t work the moment the secret is out. That all this, the commercials, the fame, the celebrity status, cracks and people see the ugly truth. When a regime ignores a current voice of the people, and they feel ignored, frustration boils into violence. The people’s words become bloodshed. The Avengers already started a civil war once, your illusion of reality doesn’t work,”

“So you want the unwanted ones, to what rise them up? Against us? Against the establishment, bold, but futile to come in here and threaten me directly,” Xavier told him.

“I never threatened you Xavier, while your Celebrity Heroes stand next to the actors and actresses that portray them in movies, stand next to Presidents and Mayors, and only do one thing save the world from big threats. I want to deal with the work you and them have forgotten about,” Q told him. 

Xavier just laughs.

“You’re too smart and clever for you own good, very well Q,”  he practically spits the last two words, “If I can think of someone for your group of outcast, I’ll send them your way. What do you want to address them by?”

“I hadn’t thought of a name, until we had this exchange, Rogue X,”

Xavier smiles. Q just smirked sardonically. 

Few heroes were on Rogue X side, naturally the most who had lend some assistance feeding information to Q and eventually Rogue X computer systems were already ones outside of the establishment. Spiderman one of the few allies Rogue X  have of the current establishment, even Deadpool had come through a few times. 

Many other forgotten heroes who weren’t so much in the limelight came to aid where they could, Cloak and Dagger had been seen passing their exchange to Q here and there. Guy Named Joe had been seeing speaking with Q as well. 

Something is happening in the background. Though no one is quite certain if they are being too paranoid by a threat beginning to form in the shadows. Currently Rogue X has been given the task to either recruit desirable, unwanted mutants, or to begin to update their current data on villains.

The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind and its expansions are underrated. Now you might say, "The fuck are you talking about, Hank? Morrowind is highly regarded, received massive critical acclaim upon release and is constantly brought up as people's favorite game!" Yeah, I know all that -- but it's not enough.

Seriously, Morrowind was groundbreaking on so many levels and most of those are acknowledged, but it doesn't receive nearly enough attention for the esoteric mysticism, mythology, Dunmeri culture, deliberately self-contradicting narrative and sheer originality and creativity that it contains. Vvardenfell is the most engrossing and interesting fantasy world ever put to screen in any medium in the history of mankind and the conflict between the Sharmat, the Tribunal, and the Hortator (past and present) is unparalleled in RPG storytelling to this day. Even Bethesda themselves never lived up to this masterpiece of writing and gravitas.

Credit for most of that goes to Michael Kirkbridge, by the way, a completely insane but utterly riveting and brilliant writer who contributed heavily to the Morrowind project but left Bethesda after that.@Hank

I absolutely agree. To me Morrowind really capture an "Alien" concept, without being so alien, it alienated its audience. [i swear I didn't do that on purpose] I liked Morrowind because at the time it was unique from all the other fantasy worlds out there. 

I am also going to add and say I find Oblivion a little underrated as well. Now I know what some people are going to say. But I think Oblivion had some kind of finer balance of even making a generic fantasy setting feel unique and special and in its own universe that it felt different enough. The concepts were strange and I still regard Shivering Isles to be one of their best expansions besides the Morrowind ones. Shivering Isles to this day has a special place in my memory. I also found Oblivion had the perfect system to balance hard core players and the mainstream players.

But back to Morrowind. Morrowind is this wonderful magical place. That I crave. I wish more fantasy worlds would just me into an alien world and let me become immersed into its world. Without having to hand hold me into exposition. I want more fantasy that feels unique and individual. Like Morrowind did.

Like sure Shadows of Modor is an awesome bloody game, but its the same fantasy fair because Tolkein literally created the mainstream fantasy popularized today alongside DnD. And I like Dragon Age Inquisition, a lot. 

But to me Fantasy always embodied, Fantasy. A world created by imagination that is near limitless and is only limited by what you imagining it to be.

Morrowind was that unique special gem. That I wish more fantasy games would strive to live up to.

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