Gaming... followed by Markus King.. a backstory.

I have an on again, off again like affair with table top role playing games.  Time plays a factor of course, as work and family eat up the majority of my time so I won't waste time with bad gaming or spend time dealing with any other sort of frustration.  Right now the only system I"m really interested in playing is Green Ronin's Mutant's and Masterminds not necessarily because of its four colored superhero nature, but because of its flexibility.  Right now  I'm prepping to run a  a modern mystery game that may owe a little of its tone to Oeming and Bendis' Powers series. 

I won't get into the meat of what the King's 7 series will be about, that may come later as I don't want to have some of the details floating anywhere but in my notes, but for now I thought I'd share what  John and I call an "Interlude" the pieces the written pieces we each do outside of game time to share with one another and other players.  today's piece  is a brief introduction to Markus King:

Hubris (an interlude)

I spent my youth expecting to elite.   I spent my middle age trying to be great in order to make up for the sins that were blamed on me and those I recruited.  

I failed on both accounts. 

The fame I wanted,  the good I felt I was destined to do destroyed by the stupidity of lesser men whom I had foolishly believed to be heroes.

I’ve spent the last 30 years taking the only sane course of action.  I’ve worked hard to be forgotten, to be nothing more than a footnote in a history book.   Letting my anonymous  donations  do what little good they can content with what measure of peace I can would surrounded by the fruits of my hubris.  

Until Now.

Give me the news Mathew.   His face tells the story before he even speaks.   It is worse than the initial reports. 
“Mr. King,  I visited the scene myself  under police escort of  Detective Lt. Chang.  It’s the old team Logo. This time the “revamped” 70s version  tagged on the walls around the victims in blood and branded on  their chests. 

Mathew tossed the pictures on the old man’s desk.  They sit untouched. 

Markus King stared out the window. “ and the other?”

“Markus, there are plasma burns and evidence of low level super speed throughout the alley” 

Markus King stood suddenly,  his exoskeleton whining almost inaudibly. “Still no arrests. No clues.  Someone is calling me out but why now?”

Matthew shrugged  “I don’t know , sir.  But if you believe that this is an attempt to “flush you out” then we can’t play to their tactical advantage.’

“You are correct of course.  But it does need dealt with.  Someone I can trust even after this time.  Someone who  carries some of the same wounds I do. “  He laughed ironically “Someone who hates me for the hubris that drove me into this position. “  Find me Lo Fat, the Jade Monkey. “