[ 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 .

Being famous used to be fun, but that was when I was synonymous with good fame. Now it's only destruction and pain. 
 
 I woke up on the ISS Stellar to find the alarms blaring and crew freaking out. We were going down quick and nothing could be done. We crashed, and as I rose from the rubble I could see the crew laying, sprawled over the wreckage, I was the only survivor. 
 
 Before I realized, the wreck was surrounded by a group of people that had skin like an opaque ivory. They took me in as their own and I was grateful, but there was always something different that separated us. Somehow their world is made of a type of soft cell foam, similar to evlon or memory foam. This made them a cautious and careful group. To them I was a resiliant superhuman that could take on anything and survive. Being able to lift houses and stop trees from falling, I was a hero to them. 
 
 One day came though when it would change. I was with the hunting group making our way through the forest when we came upon their feared predator the lynx-bear. As we stalked it, we followed it to a small watering hole and decided to make our move. I went around the side and waited for an opportunity. 
 
 As it rose from the water, it stood up on its back feet and reared it's head, clearly knowing it was n't alone anymore. I saw my timing, ran up to it, and drove my spear into its back with all my might. Letting out a slight jeer like I always did when getting a kill, but the forest was silent. As I peered from around the goliaths body I could see shock on the faces of the others. And as I took a step to the side I could see why. 
 
 The Chief was suppose to be the only one able to kill the lynx bear according to the legends. And I not only drove my spear through the creature, but also through the Chief on the other side. His axe still raised above his head as he stayed glued in place with rigor mortis. 
 
 Everybody wanted me dead, and I thought of running, but something inside me really felt bad. So I stayed. I let them take me prisoner and I've been cooperating for almost 22 years now. At first it took a lot to not just break out and live again, but as the time slipped away and the isolation took over, it made more sense to remain.
