Security Level: 20
Online Name: Bering Strait
Country of Origin: Russia
Origin of Powers: Science
Powers: Ice Control / Weather Control
Battle Cry: For My Babushka!
Favored Attack: Pinching
Favored Defense: Ice Slick
Hated Nemesis: Parliament
On edge of chair, comrades? Please I continue.
Me and team scientists were chosen to conduct special experiments with fusion of Crepuscular rays and Antimatter. Experiments were done to aid in controlling of weather patterns. With this, how you say? technocratology, Mother Russia would soon dominate farming production. All Workers would be fed, and Pigs would soon beg for help. We would celebrate good times, da? We were given access to best equipment for experiments and any lab subject we needed from other part of resort.
This is time I met my Babushka. All white with beauty, how you say? spot around left eye. Babushka spent much hours with me in lab. staying up late with me watching Marx Brothers ("Pig Soup" was Bushka's favorite) films, and feeding her gruel from my spoon. Babushka told me other rats were jealous, but they never lasted much longer than two experiments.
Suspense is purging you, da?
We so close to success at this time when bang hit us. Changes were, how you say? brooming throughout motherland. Svinya with turd on head proclaiming Glasnost!?! How could this be? Motherland did not need these changes. Both TV channels showed us of the happy workers in the fields! Comrades standing in line (no more then 3 at time in line, or they open another stand) to get free cheese and all vodka they can drink! Cosmonauts claiming planet Bolshevik VIII for the workers! Changes!?! We had heard of none of these until soldiers shouting "liberation" came to make us leave.
For the good of The Party, I had to make like beryoza, and leave. But not before last experiment. I strapped myself onto the table. I was hit with Crepuscular rays, and antimatter was slowly fusing with body. Once over, I felt different, but not sure it was success. Then swine soldiers came into lab, coming towards me. As instinct, I lifted up my hands and created powerful wind tunnel that knocked them backwards.
Da, Comrades! Do your toes sprinkle with precipitation? Babushka and I fled to only safe passage, the Bering Strait. I could easily make swimming, but poor Babushka could not. My poor babushka could only rat-paddle so far. With spin of wrist, I recalled her near to me. Fused Antimatter gave side effect I did not, how you say? foreskin. But I was too late. Babushka had gone to the Motherland in the sky. Pig soldiers! I reached land mass, where natives claimed it was Alaska. America? Home of the Pig-Dog? Bah. It did not seem so much "better" than mother country. Same amount of snow, less gruel.
It is time to show lazy Americans the true Manifesto. But where? I learned of the troubled Paragon City, and the Rikti invasion there. Weak, frightened Americans sounded like easy, how pigs say? Pickets. You will soon learn of the power of the people. For my country and my Babushka.