Nomaskible

Nomaskible’s first day turned out to be far removed from the other possibilities-a desert.

Open space. No buildings nearby.

He touched down on the ground. The Hunk appeared before him.

A hero of immense physical strength.

The Hunk: Another Invincible...

Nomaskible looked at him.

Nomaskible: Step aside.

The Hunk clenched his fists.

The Hunk: No.

Nomaskible sighed.

Nomaskible: Fair enough.

The Hunk lunged forward. Their fists collided.

For a few seconds, both stood frozen, trying to overpower one another. The Hunk grinned.

The Hunk: Not bad.

Nomaskible smiled too.

Nomaskible: You too.

He suddenly accelerated. The Hunk didn't have time to react. Nomaskible knocked him back and pressed the attack.

The hero tried to get back up, but Nomaskible was there first. He looked down at him.

Nomaskible: You should have left.

The Hunk said nothing. Nomaskible delivered the final blow. Silence returned to the area. He looked at his hands.

No regret. No joy. Just emptiness.

Nomaskible: Next.

He took flight. The war goes on.

Nomaskible spent the next few hours amidst ruined cities.

He did not scream. He did not laugh. He made no deliberate attempt to intimidate people.

He simply moved forward, destroying everything that stood in his path. The other variants were a completely different story.

Some reveled in the destruction. Some laughed incessantly. Some argued with other Marks.

Nomaskible almost never engaged in conversation. When one of the variants flew past, he merely remarked

Kneepad Mark: You’re too quiet.

Nomaskible looked at him.

Nomaskible: I have nothing to say.

And he continued on his way. Day three.

By the third day, most of the world had already been engulfed in chaos. Nomaskible found himself in Paris.

The city had already suffered the effects of the War. He flew over the streets. Below lay ruined buildings.