I mean like special powers. I can do stuff like fly, throw fat people really far or knock a giraffe out. To clarify, I haven’t done the last two (just saying I could if I wanted). Also to be clear, I’m not mentally ill. Well, not officially anyway.You’re probably thinking my life must be awesome, full of crazy adventures, fame, fortune and glamour. You’d be wrong. I have a desk job and live at home with my wife and parents. That’s my entire loathsome life. The only thing that gets me through the day is knowing that I can have a drink or two. Sometimes three. Okay four. Fine, five. Ten. It’s usually at least ten, but that’s a guess because by that point I have no idea what I’ve been doing, am doing, or going to do. Some might say I have a problem, but I would disagree and politely ask them to take a long walk off a short pier.Recently though, I’ve been getting seriously agitated with the world. There’s so much wrong and no-one’s doing anything about it. I’m not just talking about crime, I’m talking about the bigger picture. You know, stuff like war, poverty, corruption and all that high level stuff. I’m thinking I could do something to help. I don’t know what exactly, but I’ve got some mad skills that could be useful. I don’t know what the consequences will be if I do this, but I’ll just assume the worst...I’ll assume that I’m gonna brush shoulders with the dregs of society; murderers, rapists, traffickers, politicians and CEOs. I’ll assume that I’m gonna upset a lot of nasty people, powerful people, people who will come after me. I’ll assume I’m gonna get hurt, badly, maybe even die (if that’s even possible). I’ll assume my wife is going to get really annoyed at me.On second thought maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I should just stick to the day job and play happy families.Screw that, I’m doing this! Get your copy now and find out what happens!