Mutants and Master Minds Game - Live RPG - Mirv

March 1, 1931

Mirv looked around the room at the bar once his shift was done. Some people thought it was kind of creepy drinking at the same bar you worked at, but no one was going to say anything. At seven feet and four hundred pounds, he was built like a bouncer. And Fallen Gods was the kind of place where people wouldn't ask him if he'd ever been a Super.

No. He hadn't been. Never had any powers. Things had been easier when there had been Supers, then he could just blend into the crowd. What did being a freak matter when there were people who could fly or lift cars? Now? Now he was back to being a freak again.

Everyone in the bar had been a super at one time or another. Some were reformed criminals, others still were criminals, others still were heroes, but they usually got the crap kicked out of them. Why anyone would want to put on a costume and fight bad guys was something Mirv didn't entirely get. He could respect it, but he didn't get it.

Plenty of bad guys anywhere you looked anyway. Didn't need to find trouble. Trouble found you. He'd had to mangle a few guys for touching the ladies who worked at the bar. People didn't do that any more. This place was like family. At least all the family Mirv really had anyway.

He'd worked for a lot of guys over the years as muscle. Before the world turned upside down with the super's he'd had a reputation as a man in a tight spot. He'd gotten to know a few people here and there. He still did, but didn't hear from most of them. Life was what it was.

Still, something in his gut told him trouble was coming. He didn't go looking for trouble, but sometimes he could feel it looking over his shoulder as if it wanted to pick a fight. Mirv didn't look for the fights, be he made sure he'd win em.