Imagine for a moment...
Remember the days when Superheroes had secret headquarters? That special lair where they reconvened, regrouped and resurfaced the whole reason of their powers. Every superhero group had something of this kind; Batman and the Bat Cave, X-Men and Xavier's School, Superman and a telephone booth?... But this humble dwelling brought about a mystery and allure to their purpose. The Sewage Lair allowed the Ninja Turtles time to recuperate while the city slept and nestled in their bedsheets, comforted in the thought of protection through the dangerous night. Although the Turtles were never seen, they always managed to arrive in the nick of time to save the futile existence of April, or any New Yorker, no matter what the circumstance.
In metaphoric terms, these three Superpeople, PATRICK, SAMANTHA, and JOHN have our "not so secret" lair. We have Bridgecourt to rejuvenate life on it's grimmest days. The effervescence of sunlight and breeze to water depressed lands of wilted dreams and ambition. The brutal torment of emotional, verbal, and sometimes physical abuse to train us for the world's most villainous creature, war. War of people, war of love, war of peace. Here, in this foundation, nobody knows or even understands the charge we must endure for the sanctity of mankind. That we hibernate in these relics to build strength, not for ourselves but for YOU all to sleep securely at night. This is for you to know that life is filled with dreams and through real-life occurrences, these dreams will fall from the clouds to become reality. We are truth, SUNSHINE, and surrealism in the spectrum of all senses MAGICAL.
Fight the good fight...
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