[ WP ] Write the superhero origin story of your username

`` Shit,'' I thought, as I felt my lungs burning away. `` I ca n't take too much more of this... I need to get out. NOW.'' 
 
 The forces of the earth's superpowers had decided that the country I call home, Mexico, was becoming a threat to the safety of the population of the planet. 
 
 At least, that's what they had said out loud. Everybody knew that it was really about money. 
 
 It always is. 
 
 Somehow, they had organized a strike against the entire population, so brutal and deceitful that nobody had been able to escape before the calamity struck. I saw my family, my wife and children that I loved desperately, fall before we could even reach the highway, leading away from our lives. Leading towards the end of them. 
 
 I was able to withstand for only a little while longer than they could. I knew this. Soon, I would be nothing more than a dust spec in a sand storm of destruction. Still, I pushed as much as I could, until all that I had was gone. Ready to collapse, I said my final prayers... when I saw, vaguely, through the fog, a group of men in gas masks and black uniforms. 
 
 Their vests had a red logo on it, a simple bird that could be seen clearly by all. 
 
 A raven. The logo of an advanced terrorist group of the same name, the Ravens, that operated out of Mexico. They were primarily focused on ending the powers of the world at large, making an equal life for people from everywhere on the planet. An agreeable cause using not-so-agreeable methods, and a cause I did n't relate to. At least, not before they gassed my country. 
 
 I jumped out of my car, signaling to them my location, with simple hopes that they could save me before I was too far gone. With my last bit of energy, I saw them notice me, and begin to run towards me. Then I blacked out. 
 
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 I had that confusing cliche moment where I thought I might have been dead, or was wondering if I was in limbo or something along the lines of the end of life as I knew it. Well, I was definitely right about *that* part. My life, as I knew it, WAS over. 
 
 Slowly opening my eyes, I recognized my surroundings as the environment of a hospital, an environment I was very familiar with. Being in a hospital as a PATIENT, however, was a rather new experience. 
 
 A man came through the door, bearing the uniform I saw from earlier minus the mask, and my first sense was shock. After all, my memory was hazy, and at the time, I had no idea what had happened or more specifically, why. 
 
 I tried to react, to maybe move away from the man, but found that I was unable to. Not because of any pain, but... 
 
 `` Numb?'' Asked the man in the Raven uniform. `` You should feel lucky that that's all you are right now. Only being numb from the gas you were exposed to is a blessing.'' 
 
 With that, I at least remembered the events that had transpired from my side of the story. The surprise of the gas spreading so quickly throughout where we lived, the gradual deaths of my family, ending in my collapse. The Ravens, I realized, must have somehow saved me, brought me here to somewhere safe. How anywhere could be safe, I was unsure, but I was n't thinking about that anymore. 
 
 I was thinking about how I would get payback from the people who just took my life away. I would become a power that was even greater than the power that caused my pain in the first place. 
 
 But for this, I would need a name. Not just any name, but a name that my enemies would fear, and would recognize as the result of what they had done. 
 
 With this, I became... 
 
 **numdegased! ** 
 
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 Yes, I know it's stupid, but my username did n't exactly give me much to work with xD
