[ EU ] You live in the X-men universe , where mutants are met with adversity and generally regarded as `` freaks '' . You , however , are a different kind of freak ...

Sometimes I wonder how I got here. Seated on my left was a man who can defy newton's third law of motion, walking through walls completely unhindered. On my right sits a woman filing fingernails which could extend at a rate that broke the conservation of mass, wrapping and twisting around objects at will before easily retracting back into her hands. All around the ringlike table I could list off special abilities chair by chair. Every last one of them was gifted- superhuman. Every one, but me. 
 I have Elephantiasis. I never lied about having superpowers. Nobody ever asked. It affects my forehead specifically and everyone assumes that I'm some kind of mastermind. Even when I inevitably give bad advice that backfires, all I have to do is insinuate that a bigger game is afoot and it was really all part of the plan. Perhaps that's why Magneto himself is now meeting eyes with me. Hopefully he is n't about to ask me again why I told him to move the whole bridge to Alcatraz instead of everyone just getting into cars. `` Gregorius, I've been thinking. Having the bridge connected to the mainland like that... I mean, if ground troops never got behind us the way they did...'' Oh boy, here we go. 
 `` Ah, Max... what you fail to see, is that it is n't *that* they sent ground forces across the bridge, it's about what *type* of forces we *let them use*. Were we to force their hand, they would have bombed Alcatraz from space right away. The ground forces in fact, gave us precious time, and spared our lives.'' A flying fleet of cars would have been awesome though. God I wish I had thought of that. I had planned to jump off that bridge someday. 
 Magneto nodded stubbornly, `` I see. That was wise. I appreciate the strategy, but considering how ineffective the outcome of our raid was, would n't you say, in hindsight-'' I could n't afford to answer whatever line of questioning was to come next. I had to shut this down. I kicked my chair out from under me as I shouted, `` HINDSIGHT! HIND. SIGHT. HOW CAN YOU **POSSIBLY** UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED- *If it has n't finished happening? *'' curious murmurs erupted throughout the war room. Magneto disarmed himself of his misgivings as the whispered speculations hissed all around him, `` You're intellect... forgive me, I meant no disrespect. You are not only many moves ahead of myself, but many games as well.'' 
 I returned to a sitting position and pretended to wipe sweat off my massive forehead with a napkin. Before anyone knew about mutants, I was n't looked at. Others would speak at me slowly and loudly. How the tables turned the day the first papers hit the city streets. `` Superhumans among us'' it said. I no longer received hand-outs. Nobody trusted me anymore. I could n't find a job, housing, and government aid simply did n't apply to me. I was forced deep into the shadowy recesses of society, and that's where I found acceptance. Fraud I may be, I must admit that finally being treated with respect felt good. 
 `` However if I could pick your brain about one thing-'' I leaned my head upward as a sign of curiosity, `` without a helmet like mine... how do you keep Charles Xavier out of your mind?'' 
 `` I have him convinced,'' as I paused for a sip of water, `` That I am in fact- just a man.'' I see a proud smile creep across magneto's face and he turns his attention away from me at last.
