Warning Strong Colloquial Language The multiverse theory, the theory that theres an infinite number of universes, all of em different, some subtle like what I had for breakfast, others more dynamic such as if I was a shark or a lion, but I guarantee ya, there isn’t a damn universe where I didn’t screw up. My name ya askin? It doesn’t matter; all I can really tell ya is that I’m… I’m special I guess, I wouldn’t really say special that’s beside the point. If ya really have ta know, I go by the name Rinsor, kinda my real name now. Maybe ya heard of me, I was that super hero, the one in the black skin tight suit with the orange visor helmet. Yeah that was… is me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved savin people, but I was never really there for my loved ones ya know? I missed my dad’s last birthday, Christ I missed his damn funeral. That attack in Melbourne, the one where over a thousand people perished. I tried to save em all ya know, I failed them, I failed my family… I failed myself. I aint a damn hero, I aint nothing mate just a pathetic drunk that can’t even off himself. Those bloody nanites in my blood, the source of my powers, deflect any bullet or train I try ta run into. I honestly wanna end it all mate, I used ta think god was savin my pathetic butt, but im damn wrong, he coulda saved all them innocent people. I coulda saved em. I coulda. I remember my first super hero stint, jumpin into a bank an punchin those robbers in the face and sayin somthin really cool ya know like “Never fear, Rinsor is here”, man I was a stupid kid, a kid with microscopic performance enhancing robots mind you. Bein in all those newspapers, man I remember all those twitter and Facebook posts about me, I had a smug smile throughout the whole week, I remember makin my costume, I remember fightin in my cotume, I remember burnin my costume. I still couldn’t believe it man, “Rinsor blamed for thousands of deaths”, yeah the tabloids went on a feedin frenzy, makin crap up. I like to imagine it was their way of copin, blamin the guy that saved as many as he could. I didn’t bother explainin my side of the story, I just got up n left. Took nothing with me, I remember burnin my suit, the only thing I had accomplished in life was burnt to ashes, I watched that damn thing burn, burn like Melbourne. I swear I watched it for an hour? Maybe two? It don’t matter anymore, I left that life behind me. I remember readin a paper, crime rose a hundred n ten percent since that day. “It don’t concern me”, I tell myself that every day, after every bottle of cheap whiskey, “it don’t concern me”. Last night, last night I couldn’t sleep, all those damn people lookin at me from the other side, they weren’t pissed or nothing, they tried ta encourage me. “Be Rinsor” “Don the suit” “Be the hero you are”, screamin at em did jack all. I don’t belong out there. I don’t. ya know I like ta believe theres more then one universe, one where I wasn’t Rinsor, but I know for a fact that I will always be destined to be Rinsor, I jus’ wish I coulda saved all of em. But I’m a new man today, with this suit, with this power, with this responsibility, I will save the country no the world from the tyranny of crime and I will redeem myself and avenge all of those people, not only the ones that perished on that day, but all of the people who live in fear. No criminal is safe, no coward is safe. I am the protector. I am the personification of justice. I am Rinsor. Constructive criticism would be lovely