Like most stories you know, mine begins with mystery, death and an extradimensional entity. I get thrown into a new world with ultimate OP abilities and proceed to level all obstacles with an endless harem of obedient goddesses at my side and an army of devoted friends ready to die at my beck and call…PSYCH! Hahah, no, I get thrown into hell with my ass handed to me.

A variety of people have a variety of reactions to this exact conundrum. Some scream and cry about how hellish it is, some balk with madness, raging to get sent back to their worlds, some spew arrogant trash about how they’re going to be heroes and rule the world or such. Me? I took it with a smile. I’ll show you why. Marvel Self-insert.

My life is something I can't even describe. Is it even mine in the first place? That's a question I have no answer to. But what I do know is that I will make a difference. I'm not a Saint, or an angel but I'll keep you safe till they get here. I'm not hero, but I will save you. And if you're on my radar, pray, it's all you can do. SI as Miles Morales in an Alternate Mcu

I don't know what to tell you; I never met a god, I never saved kids from speeding trucks, there was no email, no freak lighting storm, no dying in my sleep, no blinding white light at the end of the tunnel. I just blinked and found myself in a very different world and inside a very different body. I might have been put here to be a hero...except, I won't be doing any of that DC SI

Power, Power, Power. Everyone wants it. No one wants to lose it. It corrupts, It performs miracles. It causes untold devastation. Power, the aim of all madmen. The thing that allows them to enable their impetus. I want power, and with where I'm going, I'll need it to ensure my survival, after all there's much of it up for the taking.