[ EU ] Pick a relatively backwater , less well known superhero that most of us probably have n't heard of ( So no Batman , Superman , Spiderman , etc . ) and write an awesome story about them .

He awoke with his mind throbbing and his body aching. His body felt heavy as he drudged through the sludge of the swamp. As he made his way through the oppressive heat and filthy water, he wildly flapped and swatted at the mosquitoes. He slowly but surely made his way through the brackish water that now was up to his breast. 
 
 All of a sudden, the water around him whipped into a torrent. A green snout with jagged teeth broke the water and headed straight for him. He quickly swung a stick at the vicious creature through the mist of fetid water and struck the monster on the snout causing the creature to recoil in pain. Our hero quickly ducked behind a mangrove. 
 
 After waiting, he grew extremely fatigued and peckish. He needed to get moving or risk starvation. He waded through the water for what seemed like hours until he finally heard loud honking and saw bright lights flashing in the distance. He began to swim as fast as he could and trudged forward as the water became more shallow and the honking grew louder. He quacked and yelled at the top of his lungs, `` Help!'' 
 
 He lay on the side of the road grabbing his breast in pain and trying to catch his breath. After some time, one of the passing vehicles stopped to get him. He greeted the trucker whose mouth and eyes were in awe at the sight of our hero - the passenger. Our fatigued hero dosed off, and the trucker seized his opportunity. He reached over, opened the door, and threw our passenger out of vehicle. 
 
 Our hero awoke in a pile of birds that died while trying to cross the road, and he continued to waddle until he came across a diner. An old man at the bar looked over his furrowed his brow at the sight of our hero - the odd patron. As the hero sat at the nearest empty table, the old man at the bar stared at his bill perplexed with the lines in his face becoming deeper. The old man grabbed his cane and receipt to head to the register. As the old man passed our heroes table, he slipped on the wet slick ridden with mud, grass, and feathers. Right before the old man landed on the ground, our hero quickly reached out and caught him with his wing. Finally, our hero revealed himself to the old man as `` Howard the Duck.''
