In a time of ancient gods, warlords, and

In a time of ancient gods, warlords, and kings, a man in turmoil cried out for a hero. She was

young and innocent. She knew of the city's need for a hero. Every time she closed her eyes to sleep, she could here their cries. Cristine's father died when she was two, but one

man had filled her father's place. Dr. Malgagna. He'd taken Cristine in, let her work in the lab. He was obsessed with intelligence. He'd given her a virus composed of brain

cells implanted with genetic codes for colds, and her thoughts had been stuffy ever since. Unbeknownst to her, Malgana had been siphoning and filtering her thoughts, selling those

mind boogers to hypnotists who sought resources for their craft. When the hypnotists realized, however, that Malgana's mind boogers contained the genetic code for colds, they wiped

off their contact lenses and decided to get down to work -- but only after each of them underwent discount Lasik treatment, provided as a benefit under the new company medical

penguin called Reg. Reg waddled onto the shop floor and ordered everyone onto the LASIK bus. Only employees with 20:20 vision would be allowed to pipe profiteroles with perfectly

CIA hadn't told Reg, wast that the cigarette-smuggler was a spy too. The blueish filters contained information about the VietCong, the orange ones were

were made of fruity-chocolate;just like the ones he used to eat by the crate,back when he was still a boy.Playing pretend-spy.His eyes began to water up,as he hugged the smuggler.