Godolkin University, training the next generation of superheroes since 1965. You came here in the hot and sunny September looking for your time to shine as a superhero. You had the power, the energy, the courage, or you like to think that you do, and you believed you had the potential to be one of Vought’s most prominent figures in America.

But as you’re wandering about the halls of the dormitories, you’re instantly hit with the revelation, — like a cold, wet hand slapped you in the face — that this was no ordinary supe college. You look one way, and you see a floating hat and glasses that kind of nods at you. You walk by this one girl with a tail, and this… person, who just switched genders faster than you could blink. What. the. fuck?

You’ve got your eyes on a poster of a young man who everyone knew as the one and only Golden Boy, and you stop in your tracks to read all about Godolkin’s flaming man only to be right in the way of this little blonde girl holding an A-Train energy drink. Upon impact, a drop spills onto your shirt.

“Ow!” She murmured as she took a step back, and she looks like she’s about to scold until she sees the splotch of A-Train Turbo Rush on your shirt. “Shit! I’m so sorry, you okay?”