Just to explain what was going on, this is a story and ideas that I have written in slight novelisation form because I cannot draw easily. The first time I was trying to show this off I went WAYYYYY over the limit and Now Time To Explain Backstory!!!!

In this universe every country has a group of Government enforced heroes called Enforcers who Enforce the law, the heroes in every country have names like The Queen's Gallant Knight or The Liberty of Justice. This has affected parts of history with certain laws, namely that the heroes cannot fight in wars since that would make things worse at times, the biggest problem is in certain counties with certain laws... aka Jim Crow. The Prologue begins in mid 1988 and the main story begins in 89.

Let the tale begin and comments and advice on how to improve it is needed.

McCarthy’s funeral was exactly what he would have wanted: with pompous and show of his importance to America as a whole. Tears fell consistently from the mourners faces as the tributers lead by George Wallace proclaimed how much he helped America and proved to the country who the threat of the world was, then Nathan Simonson, the retired Sentinel of Strength, talked proudly about his friendship with McCarthy and how he was able to make sure he didn’t go over the top with his plans, he chuckled as he reminisced over the time he convinced Joseph to stay away from the army, knowing that he would be committing a career suicide if he committed that act.

After the memorial service, a group of protestors lead by Akua Njeri had been released after being violently arrested for protesting the TV coverage of the funeral, as they walked to their base of operations, they passed the posters proudly proclaiming the planned proposition to inflict identity cards to all “#-][>@%” the moment they entered the country and the protestors looked on in outrage and despair. When they arrived two people investigated the lookouts to make sure any officers would not arrest them for the crime of being “a group looking suspicious in a building” “We need to prepare for the next protest, I was able to get into contact with Bill and he thinks that he can plan on us protesting during the new mayor’s indoctrination.” “Akua, should we even just not even attempt this time; we are making no impact at all.” “I am not letting Fred’s death be in vain.” “But Akua, how can we do this? The Enforcers are on the look-out for us and when they find us, they will kill us!” “W-w-we still have hope.” “No, you have hope, that’s it no-one else.” The room became deathly quiet as Akua tried to produce a counter argument but the words even if they existed, could not escape her mouth.

Outside a group of twelve police officers prepared to attack the headquarters of what was the last resistance of the Black Panthers, they knew that they would be allowed to use lethal force if they showed resistance, but they also knew how to fake injuries and as they exited the cars, they started to walk down the path and they saw two black faces disappear into the building and they viciously grinned. Just as they were about to break in, they noticed a large Black man walking towards the building carrying a massive hammer, they looked at each other smirked and prepared to do the lie “Boy, put down your weapon now.” The man looked at them with cold blue eyes and slammed the hammer onto the grand with a loud “THUNK” three times, the officers locked and loaded their guns and began screaming at him to put the weapon down. On the inside of the building the Black Panthers were running towards the exit when an enormous shriek came from the front “OH MY GOD WHAT THE @#$% IS THAT! WHAT THE ACTUAL @(&%! KILL IT!! KILL IT NOW!! BANG- BANG- BANG AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! CHOMP- CHOMP- CHOMP” The area became increasingly still then a large muscular black man carrying a large hammer with mystic writing on it and when he spoke, he spoke softly, but with a knowledge of strength behind it “we must unite with the other groups and prepare to return the land and lives that have been stolen from us.”

The Black Panthers had vanished without a trace and the belief that America was “pure” again led to celebrations supposedly in McCarthy’s memory, but the majority of America knew the truth, soon afterwards though events started to unravel: a murder of twelve police officers, a massive prison break and surplus stores being robbed of all weapons and soon afterwards, a massive mob was marching towards Limestone. Almost instantly a plan was underfoot, an enormous gang of KKK, white supremacists and any gun wielding racist rushed towards Limestone where they encountered the mob, led by a man of which he had a name, but they did not care about in the slightest, with maybe a background of him losing his family because the hospitals “proudly” banned any “dirty” people from entering them carrying a large steel-driving hammer walked until he and the mob stopped.

The gang was in front of the entrance to Limestone and “Bull” O’Connor, heavily aged and believing that he was still governor of Birmingham, like a vulture screamed that they would “Rip their flesh from the pitiful bones that they bare and carve out a kingdom of purity and unity and spread to the entire world!” This revved up the gang and they waited for the mob to move forward so that they could open fire. The Man took two steps forward and slammed the hammer onto the ground; THUNK-THUNK-THUNK-THUNK the sound the hammer made twelve times, the gang howled with laughter but then a swirling mass of energy appeared, and it cracked open, spawning twelve large wyvern-esque creatures, with vivid opaque eyes and charred teeth, for twenty seconds not a single noise was spoken by anything until the Man said one word heard by all “Burn.” The Wyverns breathed and expelled twisted violet flames which engulfed the gang, who suffered in screaming agony and the Man slowly started to walk towards Limestone and that was the sign for the mob to strike which they did with glee and throughout the next few days Alabama was never the same again, Birmingham was completely burnt to the ground and anyone who attempted to fight them would be burnt to death or would be ripped apart by the mob and after Birmingham was burnt to the ground, the mob turned west towards Washington where the Enforcers laid.

The Man entered Washington alone to encounter the Enforcers, having alerted his mob to “change the world no matter what” after the battle ended. As he walked past the White House, the Enforcers were waiting for him, the group launched themselves at him whilst he slammed the hammer onto the ground creating a bison which slammed into the Eagle of Truth which forced them back, he then summoned a snake which stuck its fangs into the Sentinel of Justice causing her to scream in pain, the scream distracted the group enough for him quickly move to a different area which caused the group to separate to attack him. The Judge of Power heard a garbage bin fall over causing him to leap out and attack him only to be confronted by the hammer being smashed into his face, knocking him out instantly, the Eagle having now recovered attempted to swoop down at The Man only for a swarm of winging insects and birds to attack him allowing him to escape again. The Archer of Honour and the Sentinel were waiting for him and by complete luck the Archer injured one of the Man’s hands knocking the hammer out of them, suddenly he was then launched upon by the Enforcers being beaten upon he was nothing but a bloody pulp, the Archer then called out “Victory is America’s!!!”