For All Hope Lies In...
Yer name is Jay Guthrie an' yer a mutant.
Ya find it mighty unfair that bein' one of 'em makes yer prospects less'n bright.
So when ya learned that some visitin' Mister Fantastic had 'imself a cure made down in that lab of his before leavin' the world or somethin'...
Well, ya was less than happy that it was only given out while ya was dead.
But ya rub yer brain cells togetha, an' ya reckoned that sciency guys like that hafta haftemselves some backup.
Maybe God ain't gave ya a goose, but yer now breakin' into that Baxter Buildin' of 'is.
Them defenses got ya in a bad way, but yer power got ya right back on yer feet.
This happens a lot more as ya trudge onwerd, 'til ya get ta the lowest level and find nothin'.
Yer lament 'til a blast opens the floor 'neath yer feet and ya fall inta some secret lab...
Stronger defenses make ya scream but yer healin' outpaces the damage.
As ya mosey yer tail-end on yonder, ya find yaself a shelf of colored liquids.
One uvem gotta be the one yer lookin' for...
The pain stops and ya look up. The hole ya sashayed down has been blown apart even wider, an' a man is flyin' down.
His iron mask an' his green cape tell ya exactly who this gotta be. He is...