(You live in an isolated tribe that many consider “primitive.” Your tribe, in actuality have access to much advanced technology, most impressive of which is a skintight, armored suit. Your tribe praises this armor, and it’s passed down from generation to generation, due to its ability to enhance all physical aspects and senses of the wearer. Your mom tells you it was a gift from the dragon god, which it probably is since it can withstand nukes. You’ve trained your whole life to be worth of it…) You head into the palace and see your entire tribe cheering and clapping. Your grandmother walks up to you and present a red, gold, and black coin while your mother runs up and hugs you. Mom: You did it! You are worthy! I knew you were special! Your father would be very proud! Now… Listen closely. You must go to the Americas! For…better opportunity! You will lead us to new time! Many superheroes in cities. Go. We are counting on you. Your grandma gives you the coin that activates the suit and you can feel the dragon’s breath powering it. Your mom hurries you on the plane.