so, iv wrote this in literally 5 minutes and i was wondering if you guys could critique it
The M.A.R.C.O. Defenders
working title
Max never wanted this, this idealism, all the fame, all he wanted was a normal life, away from these people he once called friends, but now describes as.....freaks, he never thought his name would be plastered on a plaque, celebrating a false prophet, he would put a stop to this, retire, and reveal his identity, “my name is Max...”, Max forgot, he was allergic to bullets.
6 months earlier
the city of M.A.R.C.O. Was silent, which was quite out of the ordinary, usually by now the city was alight with flames and angry mobs, but not tonight, tonight, Firebug would have to put his Molotov on ice.
When Firebug was little he had always dreamed of making a difference, but his parents had always shunned his dreams by sending him to a public school, everyday after leaving that hell hole he would go to the local comic book store, he would spend hours everyday reading about the man of steel, the dark knight, and a friendly neighbourhood spider-man, but he never really liked those hero's, he always thought they were to unrealistic, so when he grew up, he became Firebug, lord of the flame.
His man at arms was the infamous marksmen, a mysterious elite soldier, with the ability to shoot bullets out of the sky, with other bullets, that’s all they know about him, the papers say he escaped a prison, others say he was a military experiment, but Firebug knew, he was just trying to make a difference.
“hey mark, beautiful night isn’t it”said Firebug, while looking over the dimly lit ally,
”yeah I heard this before, its to quite, blah blah blah” joked Mark, bug never really got marks humour, but it did make him laugh, “so, nothing over the police scanner?” asked mark,
“nothing, it broke remember?” explained bug, pointing to the crumpled mess under his coat,
“hey look, I didn’t mean to kick you, you know I'm not a fighter”, “exactly, we need a melee guy, but all you have found....” bug was interrupted by a loud scream from the ally, mark and bug looked on to see if they were needed
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5 years since I last logged in, and nothing of value was lost