Try-$quad

The situation that the Try-$quad is in now reminds me of how I started to be a superhero and how I saved P.O.T.U.S. (president of the united states)...

My name is Jeremy Germo and I am a woman. I am also Germophobic which means I have a fear of germs. I got sick and tired of fighting these 'microscopic' menaces, so I modified a hazmat suit to be able to shrink to the size of a germ to fight them on their 'turf' and grow back to human size if I needed to. I named my suit after it's powers, Microscopic Radioactive Energy, or Mr. E. Ever since wearing the Mr. E, everybody thinks I'm a man for some reason, but every time I try to tell them I'm not, nobody listens. I think irony tries to distract them every time I try to tell them I'm not a man. It doesn't help that I have "man" in my hero title and that my parents gave me a boys name. Or that Mr. E conceals my body shape and muffles my voice. Don't get me wrong I am still germophobic but not as severely as before I made this suit.

I didn't even want the name 'Germ-O-Man.' It was given to me by the president of the United States. I call him Bob. I had just finished making the prototype of Mr. E. At that time Bob was poisoned with a new type of germ that only attacked world leaders. I had just started a disease fighting business and had made some slick new posters advertising my business. They said, 'Fighting germs on their turf.' I thought the slogan was cheesy, but Irony really liked it, so we went with it. It must've worked, because I ended up getting a call from Bob asking for my services. I brought Bob to my lab, so that I could work on him. I had never done this before. I should've hired an assistant (besides Irony; no one really sees him anyways) because I had no one to inject the microscopic me into Bob's bloodstream. Luckily, I recruited one of the secret service members to do the injection. Once inside, it didn't take long to locate the germ. It was a mega-germ, although still microscopic, and it was attacking Bob's brain. I'm no doctor, but I am a fighter, so I started attacking the germ. The mega-germ just shrugged off my attacks. Irony said, 'brute force won't work. You have to hit the glowing weak spot on the peptidoglycan wall (Mega Germ's skin).' I guess I should've studied a little better in medical school instead of just training to fight. I should've just remembered the things I learned from playing video games. I hadn't met Captain Obvious yet, but he would've told me that the glowing points are usually always the weakest. The Mega-Germ fought hard but it failed I got out of Bob and when I tried to grow back to human size with my suit, that's when my suit became stuck in germ size for three hours. When I was back to human size Bob thanked me and asked, 'what did you do?' and I said with a muffled voice, 'I shrink to the size of a germ inside an injector, got injected into your blood stream, found the germ in your brain, it was huge for a microscopic germ, defeated it, got out, and was stuck in germ-size for three hours, sir' Then Bob said, 'From this day forth you shall be called Germ-O-Man.' I tried to protest but Bob ignored me. I think Irony was at it again.

So that's my origin story I guess. I wish it would've ended right there, but little did I know that the Mega Germ would return. This was also the origin story of my Archenemy, Psy-Clopz.

In my younger days, I didn't understand how germs worked. Some germs after they die, leave endospores, which are 'zombie' bacteria. They grow a tough outer wall and can withstand radiation, extreme heat, freezing, and pretty much everything. Now that I'm more experienced, I know that I need to destroy the remains of any germ I kill. I wish I would've known that back then, because by not destroying the endospore remains of the Mega-Germ I inadvertently created my archenemy.

After I saved Bob, I remained friends with him. Although over the next few years I noticed some increasingly hostile behaviors from him. The endospore grew in him, mutating into a deadlier disease changing him from the inside out. The disease ate away his right eye and his remaining eye slowly shifted to the center of his forehead. I thought this was weird, but since he was my friend, I didn't question it. The mutated endospore disease also warped his mind. He began to think increasingly violent thoughts and display increasingly violent behavior. Bob gained supernatural powers as well. Bob could now use telekinesis to move any object he wanted; he gained the ability to use an electric psychic blast. When he used this power, the top of his head folded back, exposing his brain. From his brain, he was able to shoot a blast of psychic electricity. I'm glad he didn't show me this power when we were still friends. Seeing him do it now is freaky. I don't know how well I could've handled seeing the brain of the POTUS. He also gained the ability to predict and analyze the possibility of future events. The mutant endospore disease also gave him the ability to shrink down to the size of a slightly larger germ than I can shrink into. Convenient, huh? It's still microscopic; no one can see us without a microscope. I didn't realize he was gaining powers, I just observed him becoming more hostile. This worried me and I encouraged him to seek help. Bob thought I was trying to take his powers away from him. Bob would purposely say things in order to make me mad and one day I lost my composure and slapped him. He threw me in jail to leave me to rot. Needless to say, I was no longer friends with him. Thankfully his presidential term ended, because God knows what would've happened to the US if a one-eyed Villian was the president. The endospore zombie germ mutated him into a psychic cyclops. He started calling himself Psy-Clopz and declared me as his archenemy. Even the most noble person can be corrupted. Maybe that's part of the reason I have trust issues and am paranoid; it changes a person when their friend becomes their arch-enemy.

One day I was sitting in prison, playing poker with Irony. The other prisoners didn't care about the floating cards. They just thought I was being my normal, paranoid self. Suddenly, I was teleported to a room filled with hourglasses. You know the rest; Try-El already told that part of the story.