Heresmash name: Ganadian
Link to image: Takin' a break from being a hero
My story: How it came to be
Gandiral wasn’t like the other heroes. He had no powers and was born into a normal family while living a normal life. As a child, he loved listening to music because it comforted him when nothing else could. At the age of eight, Gandiral decided he wanted to share his passion for music with others. Thus, from that moment on he vowed that he would become a popular music artist. The following year Gandiral took singing lessons and loved it. He practised singing at anytime he could such as singing in the shower, but his all time favourite occurred when he was home alone because he could sing as loud as he wanted. His mom and dad were very supportive of his dream and wanted the best for him. They put him in the best singing lessons they could find, hired the best coaches, and spent thousands of dollars on guitar and singing lessons. One day, Gandiral’s parents went out for dinner but needed to stop at the bank for money. As they were at the bank a robbery had taken place. Gandiral had no idea what had happened until his parents never came home and they, along five with others were on the news. Tears flooded his eyes, then poured out and flowed like a waterfall. From that moment on he vowed he would become a star no matter what and would diminish any challenge that got in front of him.
Despite the self-promise Gandiral made, the death of his parents really got to him. He spent months lying around and not doing anything and became lazy about his school work and paying rent. He got food from people as they came by to say how sorry they were so his meals were covered. His aunts, uncles, and grandparents sent him money to help him out in this tough time and relied on that money for rent. Since he was an only child he was able to get more money than if he had siblings. Gandiral was failing most of his classes and almost dropped out but decided not to when his family whipped him into shape and forced him to work. He got a part-time job, worked hard at school, and finally graduated from his program and got his degree in English. He had a part-time job at the local coffee shop where he knew the owner so he benefited from that greatly. He still thought of the person who took the lives of his parents and others so he looked online for any potential justice but no one was ever arrested or convicted. This angered him but there was nothing he could do. He so desperately wanted to wipe evil off the streets but just continued on with his regular life.
Years had passed by and Gandiral was now singing songs and playing his guitar at any local pub that was looking to take him for the night for nothing more than a few dollars for an hour or so. His routine usually consisted of school for the duration of the day and then singing at a local pub that would take him for the night. His friend's dad owned a pub and decided to hire him as nightly entertainment for $20.00 an hour until he got noticed. Finally, Gandiral’s life was starting to look upwards. The pub Gandiral sang at got a lot business so his paycheck and dreams were looking pretty good, or so he thought. Months had passed and things weren’t looking so good for him as he was still doing the same old thing, school during the day, and singing at night. It seemed like an endless cycle.
However, one night he had finished singing and started to pack up to leave when an older gentleman approached him. The man was average height and wore an old brown bombers jacket, an old plain grey baseball cap, dark blue loose fitting jeans, and black sneakers. His eyes were covered by the hat but when he lifted his head Gandiral could make out green eyes that were being covered. The man’s eyes were a shamrock green and when their eyes met, Gandiral got a weird sense that the man was staring deep into his soul. As if the man was doing some sort of an analysis like a robot does in those movies. The man’s short white beard highlighted his shamrock green eyes. The man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a white card with the man’s name, number, location, and his apparent title. Gandiral read the card, “Lucas Jones,” “Musician scout,” and stopped there. He looked up at the man, the old man’s head was tilted down and he said in a low muffled voice, “Meet me at this location in 12 hours sharp. Don’t be late. We’ll see if you get your lucky break. Also, don’t bother bringing a guitar or music, I’ll supply both.” Then the old man left without saying a word. Gandiral was shocked, happy, and suspicious all at the same time and really wondered if he should go. Gandiral gathered his things, said his usual goodbyes and left to go wait for the bus. The bus had finally arrived after what seem like an eternity of standing out in the cold, rainy weather. The bus ride home was a long one so he had some time to think about whether or not to go and visit the man. After contemplating on the bus back to his apartment he made up his mind and decided to go.
Gandiral awoke the next morning, got dressed, ate and took the bus to the man's location. He stood outside the man’s door. Gandiral checked his watch. One minute before he had to be there. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The man answered the door fairly quickly as if he had been standing there waiting for Gandiral to knock. The old man wore the same clothes that we wore to the pub and his breath seemed to have a very strong and minty odour. The old man invited Gandiral in and said to follow him as he would bring Gandiral to the studio. As the man did so, Gandiral noticed how poor and run down his place looked. They went into the dark and cold basement. Gandiral had a bad feeling about it. The man turned on a light and to Gandiral’s surprise the man had a new soundboard system, a new recording studio and it was clear that this model was the newest since it was very shiny and he could see his own reflection.
The man told Gandiral to pick up the guitar and enter the recording studio. The old man sat down on his leather chair on wheels and waited for Gandiral. He walked towards the guitar and realised it had an acoustic guitar body but had an electric head, the colour of the guitar was a faded red with white in the middle. He picked it up and entered the studio. The music he was going to play was already on the stand. The sheet of music read, “O Canada With a Twist.” Intrigued, yet apprehensive by the title he proceeded to play nonetheless. At first, it seemed like the familiar anthem that he knew and he played it with ease, however, as he continued to play and sing the song it became different. His eyes became glued to the sheet of music. The man arose from his seat with excitement. The notes Gandiral played sounded like the anthem but with an electrical and personal twist to it. Then, he played, sang and started to have no control over his body. A whirlwind started to develop inside and broke the glass of the studio. Books and vinyl records shot from the bookcases going in unpredictable directions. Gandiral could no longer see anything, only black. His sixth and seventh senses started to kick in and he became aware of everything going on. Bang. Clash. Boom. Then, silence.
Gandiral woke up in a white room filled with nurse-like people treating him. He had no recollection of how he got there but could only remember that he played the national anthem, something happened, then darkness. The nurse-like people came and went as they pleased as he was the only one to be treated. He looked around and saw white beds in an orderly fashion. The place he was in looked like an infirmary in the first world war but with white modern technology. He looked at the equipment and realised that it wasn’t modern, rather something he had never seen before. He was no doctor, but he knew that what they were putting inside of him was not normal since it was making him feel weird and sort of powerful. He looked around and saw the guitar that he was playing before he ended up in that place. He took out the needle that was injecting the weird fluid into his arm, got out of bed and stumbled towards the guitar. His vision became hazy but nevertheless got to the guitar. He picked it up and examined it, no scratches were present but he found a small gold plate on the back with his name on it. He instantly became dizzy, dropped the guitar and tried to run away but couldn’t move very fast. He looked down and saw he was wearing a white hospital gown and nothing else. His legs couldn’t move far despite his legs being so free and tripped over some equipment resulting in a hard fall. He blacked out again.
Gandiral woke up to find five nurse-like people treating him. Off to the side was a female in what looked like a white lab coat and she wore black gloves. Her reddish-pink hair was tied back into a ponytail and she walked towards Gandiral. She could tell he was shocked and scared because of the expression painted on his face. What she didn’t realise was that he somehow got from one end of the room on the floor to the other and being on a bed. It frightened Gandiral to have no recollection of how he was getting from place to place. His head was resting on a pillow and he stared directly upwards thinking of how he’s getting from place to place without remembering. Maybe it’s the guitar? Maybe a nurse, he thought. He turned his head to find the needle was back in his arm. He got the nurse-like person’s attention and demanded to know where he was, what was going on and why that guitar followed him. He was eager for answers and wanted them immediately. The nurse-like person was about to speak when the doctor instructed her not to. The doctor decided to tell him everything. “Gandiral, I’m Medic, your doctor. Your scout, or rather Professor Smash, brought you here because you passed out after showing a sign of extraordinary power from a mere mortal. You have been brought to the land of heroes to be given a serum to help you be more like a superhero with regeneration of health and power. We tried to separate you and the guitar but no matter what happened whether we burned it, tossed it, or broke it, it always came back here in one piece. Fear not, though, you will be building your own flight system, probably a jetpack, and will be given your very own power suit. Sadly, your weapon of choice is unavailable because here, the weapon chooses you. We will give you a basic white power undergarment that is given to everyone as standard wear under their suit. Nurse, if you please. This will have to suffice until we get your power suit ready. Fear not, we know everything about you. Nurse, now please.” “Here you are,” the nurse said with a smile as she gave Gandiral the suit. “Enjoy. Oh, also, don’t forget your guitar and a map of the Power Academy is outside this room.” The nurse departed. Only Gandiral was left inside. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Gandiral got out of bed, unclipped the needle since it was finished pumping serum into him, grabbed his guitar and looked at the map. He frantically looked for an exit but was compelled to be calm and find the combat training zone. It was weird since his old conscience wanted to leave but his new conscience wanted to go to the training zone, so he followed his new one. As he walked towards the combat zone and followed the signs he ended up talking to himself. “The serum must be giving me new these thoughts. It appears that my fight or flight response is deteriorating as my new responses seem to only be wanting to engage in combat. This serum is giving me powers of a superhero,” he mumbled to himself.
He got to the training combat zone and found he was alone except for a man in a dark corner of the room watching him. The man had his arms and legs crossed as he leant against the wall. The man in the corner spoke, “Proceed. Show me what you got, kid.” A wooden dummy flew quickly towards him from a machine controlling the dummies using some sort of a pulley system. It stopped directly in front of Gandiral and he didn’t know what to do. He took the guitar and swung. He broke the dummy but also his guitar. The man stepped out of the dark corner and said, “No no. You’ll never be a good super if you use your guitar as a swinging axe despite its regeneration ability. However, you used it to get here so that is what you must do again to utilise its extraordinary power. You’re one of a kind, just like Professor Smash. It’d be a shame if I had to report your uselessness to him. He saw so much power and potential in you. Now, do it again but as I instructed you to.” Gandiral was puzzled, he looked at the guitar and played and sang “O Canada” as he did before. He did what he was instructed and a beam from the end of the guitar shot from it and hit the next dummy in line. “Better, but not good enough. That beam was super weak. Do it again, but instead of continuing the song, just play what your heart feels. That is how to unlock your true power,” exclaimed the man. Gandiral was shocked by how inspiring that made him. He did as instructed. Words flowed from his mouth, sometimes the lyrics didn’t make sense but he demonstrated his full power and obliterated the dummies. The man smiled and said, “Good job, you can now move on to get your jetpack. Oh, the name is Spear, just to let you know in case you and I meet again. And yes, they told me you’d be coming.” He winked at Gandiral and then departed.
Gandiral looked at the map to find where he could get his jetpack and mumbled to himself, “Where oh where can I get my jetpack?” Then, an animated female voice startled Gandiral and told him where to go, “To get to the Science and Test facility for your jet pack, turn left in 40 metres. Then, right in 20 metres. Then, 50 metres straight ahead. Your destination is on your left.” He thanked the voice and proceeded. At last, he finally got to the Science and Test facility where he would get his jetpack. He looked around for someone in charge, a young man in a white labcoat snuck up behind him and grabbed his shoulders. The man spoke with confidence, “Welcome to the Science and Test facility! Here is where we make and test new superhero gadgets, not to mention we also do repairs. So, Gan, may I call you Gan? What colour do you want your jetpack? Just kidding, we only make them in white, sorry. You and I will build it together and if there’s anything you want just let me know! Oh, sorry, you must be petrified as to how I know your name. Well, it’s because I was told you would be coming and you look a little lost so I figured that’s who you were. Let’s begin, shall we?”
The two of them proceeded to a lab bench where there were gadgets all along the table. The man exclaimed, “Lookey here! We have a base model nearly complete, what a coincidence! This is great, I’ll just add a boost and some more wires so you never run out of fuel and can fly as high as the sky will let you.” Gan replied, “Awesome, this means less work for us, eh? Also, do you think I could get some tiny wings on it for balance? I’ve seen-” he was interrupted mid-sentence, “Sure thing, pal! Anything you want! If you just have a seat over there I’ll be done in a jiffy.” Gandiral headed over to where he was told to sit in and waited patiently. Not knowing what to do, he just sat awkwardly and twiddled his thumbs. The young man returned after a few moments with his white jet pack, a boost, wings and everything added. “Wow, thanks a million. You really were a jiffy, eh?” The young man replied, “You betcha! I don’t like to keep my supers waiting. Anyway, enjoy! And if you need a repair or anything you can come and talk to me. Oh gosh dang it, I forgot to introduce myself. The name’s Jiffy John, but my friends call me John, I’m usually done your request in a jiffy, so call me what you please. ” Gandiral laughed and thanked him for everything. Just before Gandiral could leave, John said, “Oh, Gandiral, I’m new around here like you, well, not as new but they recently hired me on so I don’t have much experience. Only a few years, not much, I know. I say that because if you need a helpin’ hand I’m always here.” Gandiral replied, “Thanks, John. I will definitely take you up on that offer and once again, thanks for everything.” He left and just wandered for awhile and took a look around not knowing what to do. His jetpack was in a bag that he carried it around in for easy transport.
Then, a woman came up to him and said, “Gandiral, Professor Smash would like to see you in his office immediately. Follow me, please.” Gandiral followed at once and reached the office. Upon entering Professor Smash arose from his seat and ran over to Gandiral and gave him a great big bear hug which nearly suffocated him. He then released him and went back to his desk, reached under it and pulled out a bag. He said with enthusiasm, “Gandiral, I have so much to tell you but I will make it as short as possible. First, we made you a suit much like the one you have now but with a little more protection, red and white colouring, a red maple leaf on your chest, padded gloves and boots, and a white belt with a red maple leaf on it. Second, we realised you need a hat of some sort so we looked for a red and white mask but couldn’t find one. I had someone tell us they found a red and white hat from my favourite place to watch movies, Movie Plex. So, you can represent my favourite place while being a great superhero! Lastly, your name. Gandiral the Canadian was too long so we had to shrink it down a bit, we decided to call you, Ganadian. Like it?” Gandiral replied, “Love it! I love it all so much, thank you!” Professor Smash nodded and said, “Lastly, I see your serum has kicked in. The mark on your face tells us that. Also, that mark is unique to each super.” Gandiral fired back with excitement, “Great, now I can start kicking evil kiester.” Professor Smash replied, “You demonstrated so much power and potential that I just had to bring you here. My studio is a real mess but don’t worry because you are well worth it. Now, go make me proud, Ganadian!”
Ganadian was pointed out of the office and shown a staircase that led upwards from the ginormous, poorly lit basement of some place. He walked through that long grey hall that seemed endless. As Ganadian got closer to the doors he could see the sunlight trying to pour in to invade the poorly lit basement and flood it with natural sunlight. He walked through the doors and was met by a small room with four people, and two whom he already met. “Spear, Medic, hi!” He was astonished to see them and gave them both big hugs. The hug surprised them both but they were accepting of it. Medic said with a smile, “Glad to see you’re alright. Also, I will always be here if you need anything.” Spear said in agreement, “Yes, I’m sure you’ll make Professor Smash proud. I too will always be here if you need any more training.” Ganadian replied, “Thanks, guys! I will visit when I can, and please, call me Ganadian, it’s my super name.” Both Spear and Medic said at the same time, “It’s a super name alright, and congrats! Jynx!” They all laughed, even the other two that Ganadian never met before. He looked at them and noticed the silent ninja just staring him down, and the evil looking green girl who looked powerful. The ninja said nothing but stared, the girl said, “I’m Useless. Yes, my name is actually Useless No, I am not saying my name is useless as in the synonym for pointless, rather my name is actually Useless. Anyway, I noticed your guitar uses laser abilities so if you want me to teach you some cool laser moves just let me know and I will teach you. “Thanks a million” answered Ganadian excitedly. “They all said at the same time, “Go trump evil, Ganadian, make us all proud and do good!”
Ganadian darted through the door and was greeted by the warm outside and saw a man. The man wore turquoise gear with a matching mask, even his energy weapon was turquoise. His hair was the same reddish-pink colour as Medic’s and his darker skin implied he was in the sun a lot more and was fighting for what he believed in. “Hiya, Beta’s the name. If you need any advice on how to make a name for yourself just ask me and I’ll surely give you advice. My first piece of advice, go to Overlook and start there and you’ll find plenty of ways. Need more? Just ask and don’t be shy,” said Beta with a smile. “Oh, thanks a bunch, Beta. It’s like you read my mind.” Ganadian went to Overlook and could oversee the entire city and felt so inspired and motivated to wipe evil off the streets. Also outside where Beta was standing were a bunch of heroes goofing around that he later became great friends with. They all had one goal in mind, to trump evil. Ganadian flew off and that’s when it all started.
Then, from that moment on Ganadian started roaming the streets and building his legacy to become a notorious hero fighting for good and sweeping evil off the streets like he wanted to when he was younger. His power is great, but when he is not using his power to kick evil butt he is playing in local pubs and public places to entertain people for nothing more than a smile. Ganadian thinks of his mom and dad sometimes and sheds a tear or two as he thinks, Mom, Dad, are you proud of me? For his question will never be answered but he has a hunch that they are proud of what he has achieved. Another thought that crosses his mind is what happened to everyone that knew him back in the other world? His home world. He just had a feeling that their memory was wiped off their knowledge of him as if he had ceased to exist. That doesn’t bother him nor does it affect his ability to fight evil. Ganadian continues to do great things to this day and if you see him maybe he will play a song or two for you. All you need to do is give him a smile as payment.
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