[ WP ] A man wakes up one day to find that he had gained a superpower . The next day , he gains another , completely random and new superpower . This continues everyday . At first , everything seems fine , even awesome . Until his randomly generated superpowers started to conflict with each other ...

I picked seven superpowers, they are applied in order of clicking. 
 
 At an old age, Stan was on the verge of becoming an old arthritis-laden loony, and although popular among comic book fans, his death was comically thought to have happened twelve years ago. He was n't as concerned with his Marvel career, and he was about ready to just move on with life, retire somewhere in the Bahamas, and just forget his comic book creations. 
 
 In fact, today Stan got out of bed in his Hotel penthouse in Atlanta, to become aware of the aroma of his daily breakfast in bed. Being old did have perks, but he silently swore to himself as it was apparent the hotel staff had not thought enough to leave it within an arm's distance. Had he been like Magneto, it'd have been simple enough to pick up the stainless steel tray and place it on his lap. In fact, he could almost feel the heat of the tray on his legs, even though he often thought his senses were failing he was aware of a sudden weigh on his legs. He looked down, and - there it was - breakfast on the side table was now breakfast in bed. 
 
 Amnesia was a scary thing, forgetting what just happened ten seconds ago, oh well. Worse things to forget than the struggle of getting out of bed in the morning. Stan breakfasted, arose, and summoned the bellboy to help him dress. There was a knock on the door two seconds later. 
 
 `` Awfully quick today, are n't you?'' Stan commented in lieu of any chitchat from the bellb- hotel receptionist? While he was hoping he'd get to check out faster, he had n't thought she'd come all the way here. 
 
 Stan was aghast, `` Wait, what? Sorry my dear, I was asking for the bellboy, my apologies if I disturbed you.'' 
 
 `` Where am I? Oh no, please, no. Do n't tell anyone about this, I'll lose my job. I promise I'll never drink on the job again.'' She said as she started running awkwardly in her high heels towards the elevator. Ever confused now, Stan dressed himself, and determined this particular hotel chain was n't worth staying in again, and promptly made his way to the airport for his twelve hour flight to the convention in which he was expected to appear. 
 
 Waking in the airport, he realized it'd been a long time since he'd seen a Marvel convention. He was suddenly stifled by the need for some sunshine, and he rose to take a walk. He moved through the parking lot at an agonizingly slow pace, but he enjoyed the slower pace of his life. He was suddenly struck by an agonizingly bad smell, and had a strange proclivity to find its source. He regretted it instantly, as the first car window he looked in revealed a dead puppy, heatstroke no doubt. It made him so angry, how dare people leave their pets unattended? In fact, he was pretty sure it'd been left in there awhile, as there was freshly laid feces on the seat. He pictured the obscene comic book resolution, which would be fore the protagonist to reanimate the puppy then rip the door of the car to have the newly reborn creature jump into his arms. There was a loud bang, the airbags in the car went off as the door flew the opposite direction. The puppy jumped into Stan's arms and started aggressively licking his face. 
 
 Confused, he made his way back to the airport, and walked through airport security to claim his baggage. The cranky gate guard pulled him aside for a body cavity inspection. She was about to ask him to remove his trousers when there was a loud explosion, then nothing. 
 
 Stan woke up among rubble, confused, disoriented, and surrounded by medical staff. It was dark, early in the morning? Had he been out for a full day? He asked for a hand up, and was surprised when no help came. 
 
 `` Bro, you're fine. There are more pressing issues right now,'' responded a nearby cop. In his old age, Stan was used to being omitted from view by young people, but it did seem a little absurd. Until he tried to stand, that is. He sprang up with a vigor he had n't experienced in years, so fast he had to throw his arms out to catch his balance. The arthritis, it was pretty good this morning. No joint creaks, or... any creaks at all? Stan then saw what he had assumed were his arms, but belonged to the man behind him. Except, nobody was around him! Those were his arms! And his legs, he'd never seen massive calves like that on any man but the Hulk. He instantly looked around at the medical staff, looking for some explanation. They were all busy with injured bystanders, and Stan used the opportunity to find solitude to control his emotions. 
 
 Will continue later, the three powers so far ( if I have n't described them well enough ) are Molecular Teleportation, Reanimation, and Muscle Manipulation. I've got a meeting, so should be able to resume writing in three hours. First prompt, would love critique! 

