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She-was it she?- was walking down the way toward the middle, Otisburg. She had a job there. She had been managing the city for 2 short years. At morning she walked the street of Gotham and at noon she sat at an office desk and changed the city little by little. Why did she walk to the office? At one side, the thing was within walking distance. On the other side, she was sightseeing, without tourism guides and tourism money. The homeland is far, very far from where she now was. 30 hours of flight perhaps takes a person from there to here, we don't know. 2 years ago today, there was a hole in the sky. It spat a person out and instantly faded. The person was a respectable 25 years-old adult, no one thought the person was any out of place, no one saw the hole and got curious. At that time the star crossed the moon, and the city hall had seen an attack from a local fire-spitting superhuman. She was compelled to help the fire out with several office people. Some people took a liking to her, and she was introduced to a local program that helps getting ID. Can a wormhole human get a birth certificate? Perhaps the local homeless advocacy group could help it. Can a wormhole human who just got the ID get a government job at a city hall? Maybe, if you put the fire out of the very building. And such a reason made her walk down the street of Otisburg.
People here are surely friendly, but the traffic here was dirty and crowded. Today, there was a paint delivering truck who got a bump from a bus and now the driver is picking up the mountain of cans from the brightly painted road. Protagonist, should you walk there at that time? At least people laughed at the sight of tall person got colored. From the head to the sole, it was quite bright and merry. So the protagonist told a joke, using a live stream. "Today is a day- the river will turn into paint and fishes will die. Just to let you know there is no god like him and no servant like me." And then she flicked the dripping reds from her coat, leaving the scene to wash out the colors. If only she knew that a rain swept the colors into the nearby river and the toxin killed thousands of fishes. When the people of Gotham went to the river to clean off the fishes, the riverbed was unnaturally red and green. When someone told people about the joke on the internet, the cleaners said gruffly "What a joker!" and that was it. The protagonist was an unofficial joker of the day.
That's how it started.