Hi, my name is Oceania (or Havana Stuart, but shhh, don't tell anyone) and I want to offer you and this town my Protection! I will wash away all the filth in this town using my ocean powers. But I have one weakness, I cannot use my power in the desert. Here is an example of when this was a problem ...
I had followed the robber, Sand Mouth, into the desert. I was weak there and he was strong. The sand disappeared beneath me and I fell into a pit. Sand Mouth just laughed and barfed sand onto me.
I could not last long down there without oxygen, so I dug my way out. I finally reached the surface and Sand Mouth was lying there asleep. I used the last bit of my strength to call a wave to take him to Villanary jail.
See, even at my weakest point I was able to beat the villain, so that is why you should hire me for this job.
(*Or Havana Stuart! Shh ...)
Dear Sergeant-Mayor Karen,
My name is SuperPowerMan and you might be thinking that I apply super powers to superheroes but you're wrong, because I am a superhero. I have heard some person with lots of gadgets is destroying your city and I am here to protect your city. Don’t forget that. But first you must know about me and why you should choose me.
My superpowers are speed, time travel, stretchiness, laser beam from one eye, lightning from the other, night vision, I can hear sound from 200009 miles away, and my fingers are like very long blades.
Mrs Mayor, I will tell you a story. Once upon a time I fought a terrifying beast in the desert and, because of my shrinking skill, I got in its mouth and cut its heart open and it died.
I have only two weaknesses. The first is heart problems. If I fly continuously or fight continuously my heart races and I die, but that is only if I fly for something like 999 hours without rest. The other is that my feet are very soft, so if my feet are bruised I die. That’s why I wear very hard ivory-armour shoes.
There is a cure. If I get CPR with the colourful lightning when my heart races, it makes my heart stronger. And if my feet get chopped off or badly bruised, I immediately need fake metal feet if I don't want to die.
So, I will only come if you meet my requirements.
- 200,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 bucks for new metal feet if I lose them;
- 5,000,000,000,000,000 bucks for poor people who I meet (and I am not giving all of it to one person);
- 10 barrels of colourful lightning;
- arrows; and
- a tree cutter.
Thank you for reading my application letter Mrs Mayor.
Signed: THE SUPERPOWERMAN