[ WP ] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc . You , a regular person , are essentially their superhuman .

It's been 3 years since I've landed here on Vandu. Long story short, I arrived here through falling into a space-time portal in the school ’ s football field. I wouldn ’ t say I miss Earth, there really wasn ’ t much for me to miss anyway, being an average student, socially awkward, constantly bullied and bad at sports. Thankfully, the inhabitants on this planet look no different than Earth people, and I was able to assimilate myself into the community in no time at all. 
 
 The planet is really small, it probably has a circumference of less than 20 miles. As such, the gravitational pull is much lesser, just about enough to keep my feet on the ground if I tread with care. And in turn, my bones and muscles are much denser than the locals. Their buildings are soft and light, and can barely survive my weight if I go too high up. Their cars are made of cardboard. I ’ ve been to one of their gymnasiums, the heaviest weight they have is exactly one pound. And the police department use guns that fire plastic bullets, the ones Earth kids play with. To me they ’ re harmless, but to them they ’ re lethal. 
 
 I ’ ve decided to use my strength and abilities for a good cause. I once stopped a cardboard truck from running into a crowd. Held the roof of a styrofoam house so people could escape before it collapsed on them. Apprehended a bunch of robbers with my bare hands. The people adored me, erected statues of me and even ran a TV show detailing my adventures. The women loved me, though I had to be careful not to break their bones when reciprocating my love. 
 
 But on this day, everything changed. I woke up after a careful lovemaking session to turn on the TV, ready to indulge myself with the people ’ s adoration and worship. Yet, all I could see was news with vague images of towns going up in smoke. Trails of destruction everywhere. This was something the local police could never handle, and I knew I was needed. 
 
 I ran there as fast as I could and got there in a few minutes. It was chaos, everywhere. I saw a police sergeant badly wounded on the floor and tended to him, and in his dying breath, he begged me to stop the monsters in red armor. I ventured further down the street, the smoke clears, and I saw a bunch of burly, menacing looking humanoids laying waste to everything in sight. 
 
 The school ’ s football team had arrived. 

