Oct 29 2008

Aha! I think I’ve invented a superpower.

It’s ridiculously hard to come up with unique superpowers, but let’s try this.  The ability to inflict blindness.  I suspect it would work pretty well in novels and comic books.

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42 Responses to “Aha! I think I’ve invented a superpower.”

  1. Ragged Boyon 31 Oct 2008 at 11:52 am

    How about a small challenge? Let’s see who can come up with a superpower that is unique and workable. As an added challenge, write it into a paragraph or two action scene in which the power is used in a creative way. Any takers?

  2. Ragged Boyon 31 Oct 2008 at 6:57 pm

    The power will be scored on uniqueness, workability, and ingenuity displayed in your short passage.

  3. B. Macon 31 Oct 2008 at 8:03 pm

    Hmm, I think workability is a critical criterion. In contrast, I get the impression that the uniqueness of the superhero’s powers affects story quality very little. A story that uses powers that are hard to understand (or explain or depict) will almost always fail. That may explain why successful heroes are almost always brawlers, elementalists and psychics– even though readers have already seen so many heroes that have brawling, elemental or psychic powers.

    Generic skills tend to be easy to understand. Exotic skills tend to feel fresher. But you want your hero to be both understandable and fresh. How do we get there?

    It’s much easier to add freshness to a set of generic skills than it is to add understandability to a set of exotic skills. For example, let’s say your hero is a brawler that relies on mundane powers like strength and agility. That’s a bit boring, but you can make him feel fresh by giving him a minor exotic power like spidersense or adamantium claws. Problem solved! Your hero now has powers that are both easily understandable and fresh. In contrast, if your hero’s main power is the ability to manipulate gravity, your readers are really going to struggle to visualize the fights. There’s no power you can add to fix that.

    Hmm. What do you think?

  4. Ragged Boyon 31 Oct 2008 at 8:36 pm

    You make a good point, but I just wanted to make up a contest haha. Here is a colored draft of Aadrello in his Sketch costume. I couldn’t add the feet but this is just a draft, I was playing around with the colors and I think this works.

    Opinion?
    http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=93096544&albumID=2013827&imageID=35772138

  5. sonic3535on 01 Nov 2008 at 1:38 pm

    Power: The ability to take a layer of your own skin by will, leaving the surface of it as any material you choose. You also gain the entire set of skills related to that material.

    Power 2: A large hand controlled by the mind, barely visible.

    Theo, AKA the superhero Flake, raced up the stairs to the roof of the office building where he worked. As he ran, he threw off his shoes and socks, hopping up the stairs as fast as he could. As soon as he was running again, he let his skin quickly flake off, leaving behind a rubbery grip like the bottom of a sneaker. The grip forced him forward as he leaped up the stairs.

    Flake finally reached the top, breathing hard. He looked around warily for Vise, hoping she did not see him. Vise was able to cause anybody intense pain by squeezing them with a mental fist, which she could also use for other things. Vise was only able to attack things she could see though.

    Flake threw off another layer of skin, gray concrete waiting underneath, which blended in with the surface of the roof. He saw her, two roofs over, standing on the vague outline of a huge hand, giving the appearance she was floating, to those who did not know better. But Flake knew better. He jumped to the next roof over, making a huge thump. Flake had forgotten his skin was concrete!

    I just made this up now, it just seemed fun.

    By the way, awesome site!

  6. Ragged Boyon 01 Nov 2008 at 3:22 pm

    Superpower: The ability to mary sue-izes objects meaning the ability to turn an object into a larger (or smaller) or more advanced version of itself through touch or otherwise.

    Hero: Arie Gadson A.K.A Boost

    I know this is a drop-into-action paragraph, but it’s not an actual story, so it doesn’t matter.

    Boost had finally found refuge from the relentess chase, on a dimly lit abandoned street. He knelt down to catch his breath when the familiar red and blue flashing lights came rushing down either end of the street.

    “These guys just don’t give up, do they” Boost said panting heavily.

    He slapped both hands against his rollerblades, giving them small jet thrusters. “I’m blocked in on both sides” he said, “guess I gotta go up”. He blasted towards the building directly in front of him and jump landing roughly against the worn yet tough brick wall. The thrusters were powerful they sent him up the side of the building with ease. Shooting past the top of the building he leaned in and falling sideways onto the rooftop, jaggedly he slid to a halt. His left arm and leg ached with the stinging impact as he struggled to stand.

    “I should be able to chill for a second up there” Boost said to himself.

    “Don’t move, you are under arrest.” The robotic air police had arrived. Hovering a few feet from the edge of the building, pointing their stun batons at Boost. “Damn, I can’t get a break” Boost pulled a sheet of paper from his backpack and folded up a crude paper plane. “It’s not much, but it’ll have to do” he skated to the edge of the roof, opposite of the robot police and jump over, launching the plane into the air. The plane grew to a size big enough to fit Boost and sprouted booster, as well as grew a thick hull. Boost boarded the plane and the booster ignited, rocketing Boost towards downtown and away from his chasers. “Lost them” he tought, glancing back he soon realized how wrong he was. The police copied his exact path as he weaved through the buildings of the city. Seeing the wall of a building quickly approaching him, Boost got an idea, he scrambled through his backpack and pulled out a can of spray paint. He pressed the the button, a thick screen of spray paint filled Boost trail blinding the police as he pulled up vertically along the building. One of the three troops crashed into the wall and explodes, the other two had escaped the screen and were on Boost’s trail again. Boost held tightly to the sides of his plane so as not to fall and splatter on the ground below. Passing the top of the building he leveled out and raced over the rooftops. He had another idea, he grabbed another sheet of paper and a straw from his backpack. the straw grew into a spitball propeller and he ripped a small piece of paper from the larger sheet, and began to chew it vigorously, molding it into a metalic shell. He loaded the “spitball bullet” into the cannon and fired it at his followers. He missed. he loaded and fired another, hitting one of the troops boot thruster and making it spiral into a building. “This is too cool” Boost said excitedly, not paying attention to the incoming building ahead of him. His plane grinded against the face of the building, throwing him over the side, to the bustling streets below. He had to think fast as he pummeted towards an immenent death. frantically rummaging through his backpack, his hand emerged with a whoopie-cushion. ” Oh my god, I’m gonna die!” he yelled as he threw the cushion to the ground, having grown to emmense it easily caught him. He tumbled down over the side and rolled on the ground before struggling to his feet. He was shaken, dizzy, and his joints ached, but he was okay.

    “Ironic, we just learned about aviaphobia today in class” He thought out loud.

    “Don’t move!” the robot officer flew towards him “You are surrounded”. Boost looked around, squad cars flooded the street and officers aimed their guns at Boost. “Damn” Boost thought as he got down on his injured knees. [End Passage]

    It’s a little long but I think it’s good. Opinions?

  7. Ragged Boyon 01 Nov 2008 at 3:22 pm

    Line Breaks please!

  8. The ReTARDISed Whovianon 01 Nov 2008 at 3:56 pm

    “Boost had finally found refuge from the relentless chase, on a dimly lit abandoned street. He knelt down to catch his breath when the familiar red and blue flashing lights came rushing down either end of the street.”

    I wouldn’t advise using the same word twice in a sentence, or in two sentences that are right next to eachother. You could change the second “street” to road. The same applies with character names. I generally skip a sentence or two. For example.

    “Uh oh,” said Jane, looking at the meteor about to crash into her face. She couldn’t run, because it felt as though someone had tied cinder blocks to her ankles. Not even the desperate tugging of her younger sister could pull her feet out of place. A guy near the lightpost on the corner saw them, sprang forward, and grabbed the pair up just before the meteor hit the cobbled road.

    See, I only use her name in the first sentence. But it doesn’t mean that it should go “she”, “Jane”, “she”, “Jane”. I’d say that the most you should say her actual name is once every three lines.

  9. B. Macon 01 Nov 2008 at 4:07 pm

    “I should be able to chill for a second up there,” Boost said to himself. In my opinion, that feels a bit like play-by-play narration (#20 here). It might be more natural to throw in a phrase like “it looked like a safe hiding place” so that the character doesn’t explicitly have to explain why he’s going up there.

    “Ironic, we just learned about aviaphobia today in class,” he thought out loud.
    I’m not sure that ironic is the right word there. It would be ironic if they had been learning about aviaphobia in class and he had missed it to get in a fight with the cops where it turned out to be relevant, but here I think “coincidentally” is more precise.

    I’d recommend breaking up your longest paragraph into a few smaller paragraphs so that it doesn’t look like a wall of text.

  10. B. Macon 01 Nov 2008 at 4:13 pm

    Hello, TRW.

    She couldn’t run, because it felt as though someone had tied cinder blocks to her ankles. That’s a strong image. I like it. Since it’s a high-intensity line, I think that replacing “it felt as though” with “it felt like” might maintain the momentum a bit better, though.

  11. The ReTARDISed Whovianon 01 Nov 2008 at 4:51 pm

    I use a lot of imagery. Here’s a sample. It’s after Isaac had one of his fatigue headaches, and now he’s hypersensitive. It’s not permanent. You know how when you have a migraine, you hate anyone who so much as whispers? It’s the same deal here.

    “The water of the shower against my back felt like millions of darts sticking into my flesh, a prickling sensation following every jolt of agony.”

    This is at school, the day after his headache: “The school siren sounded, a high, keening sound to me. It felt like someone had blown an airhorn right in my ear.”

    This is during a fatigue headache: “All my joints were aching, as though someone had taken to each one with a sledgehammer and my head had been impaled on a stake. My mouth was extremely dry, like I’d been laid under a pile of sand for three thousand years.”

    This is describing his relationship with his parents: “I always saw the rebellious teenagers on television and swore to myself that I would never be one. That would hardly help me repay them (his parents). Instead, I tried to do everything they wanted of me, even though it sometimes wound me tighter than a clockwork mouse.”

    I could give you dozens more. I love imagery. Anyone who hates imagery must DIE! HAHAHAHA! Oh, I sound a bit evil now. Anyone who opposes imagery will be dunked into a tank of ill-tempered mutated sea bass!

  12. Ragged Boyon 01 Nov 2008 at 5:24 pm

    I told y’all, I’m not that great a writer, I actually did think should I use “road” instead of “street” that second time. Yeah yeah, I read the mistakes of a novelist haha. What did you think of the story? Probably not that good, huh.

  13. B. Macon 01 Nov 2008 at 5:28 pm

    Well, it wouldn’t be fair to hold you to the standards of publishability. For a writing exercise, I thought it was pretty good. I think it would be easier to read if the paragraphs were shorter, but that’s a simple change.

  14. Ragged Boyon 01 Nov 2008 at 5:44 pm

    Yeah, I know that’s why I won’t be writing a book anytime soon, I favor my talent for drawing and art knowledge, that’s why I want to do a comic.

  15. B. Macon 01 Nov 2008 at 6:08 pm

    No, I mean that it wouldn’t be fair to hold this writing-exercise post of yours to the standard of publishability. I did not mean to suggest that you could not meet the standards of publishability when you were writing a novel.

  16. Bretton 01 Nov 2008 at 6:08 pm

    First attempt:

    Hero: Lynx

    Main Power: Catseye Strike- the ability to stun enemies by making eye contact.

    Auxillary powers: catlike reflexes, agility, and balance, perfect vision, enhanced senses, strength, and speed.

    Villain? Power- shadow teleporting. (transporting through, becoming, and manipulating shadows)

    Lynx lept and sprang from rooftop to rooftop, relentlessly pursuing her target as her heart pounded in her ears. He would not escape again. Lynx felt her feline predatory instincts rising within her, feeding her with new strength, bathing her mind and body in the thrill of the hunt. Anyone else would have difficulty pursuing such an elusive speck on the horizon, but not Lynx. Her eyes were perfect, day or night. Now she saw her target losing strength, faltering, slowing down.

    “He’s out of breath,” she thought. Now she made her move. Kicking herself into overdrive she shot ahead like a lightning bolt, using her feline speed, agility and balance to jump from skyscraper to skyscraper, even cresting telephone poles and running power lines as if they were ordinary sidewalks. When she caught up to her quarry, she looked down at him, smiling smugly.

    “Had enough?” The man was sprawled on the ground. Clearly he could run no further. He looked up at Lynx, but was careful to avoid eye contact.

    “I keep telling you, you’re after the wrong guy!” Such a strange scene, a dark-haired, black-robed stranger near-groveling before a chestnut-haired girl clad in a tan fur pelt.

    “Cut the crap Spectre. I know you’re responsible for the terrorist attacks this week.”

    The man was visibly annoyed, but still avoided eye contact. He spat on the grass. “I am NOT Spectre, that evil, imbecillic, insane excuse for a black sheep son of a-” In the heat of his anger, the man had made the crucial mistake of looking into Lynx’s eyes. He lay paralyzed as the girl smiled mockingly. She then stared at him, as if searching his inner being.

    “You’re telling the truth.” She released him from her mental grip, and he gasped as if had been saved from drowning.

    “Of course I’m telling the truth!”

    “But you have the same powers! I saw you shadow teleport!”

    “We’re twins! My name is Anubis and Spectre is my brother!”

  17. Ragged Boyon 01 Nov 2008 at 7:15 pm

    You’re good, much better than me. I think my problem was trying to jam too much action and leaving out the mechanical workings, but after all I did do it on the spot.

  18. Bretton 01 Nov 2008 at 7:28 pm

    Yeah, I know what you mean. Btw, I’m actually using a character named Lynx in my book who has the same abilities, but a totally different personality and plot. So if I post something up here about her later, dont get confused. Also I’d like you opinion on my Beta-review comments (see Superhero Nation: Novel Synopsis). B. Mac, your thoughts are welcome as well. I have tried to be of as much service as I can.

  19. RHJunioron 02 Nov 2008 at 1:38 am

    The ability to instantly (albeit temporarily) learn the contents of any book simply by touching it.

    The power to sense EXACTLY how many people are looking at you at any given moment.

    The power to turn anything upside down by pointing or looking at it. (instantly inverted, rotated 180 degrees around its center of gravity.)

    The power to teleport water from anywhere on the planet TO anywhere on the planet.

  20. Ragged Boyon 02 Nov 2008 at 6:01 am

    Another hero I made has telekinesis but only in objects that are round.

  21. Ragged Boyon 02 Nov 2008 at 10:27 am

    Exactly how high are the standards of publishablity? They seem extremely hard to reach.

  22. B. Macon 02 Nov 2008 at 10:48 am

    I’m not sure how to answer that. I suppose they’re pretty high because there are so many things that can go wrong. Unfortunately, I think we operate in a publishing environment that rewards Eragon-like manuscripts that avoid most major mistakes but take no risks and accomplish very little.

  23. Ragged Boyon 02 Nov 2008 at 11:40 am

    Boost had finally found refuge from the relentless chase, on a dimly lit abandoned street. He knelt down to catch his breath when the familiar red and blue flashing lights came rushing down either end of the road.

    “These guys just don’t give up, do they” Boost said panting heavily.

    Looking at the wall in front of him,he slapped both hands against his rollerblades, upgrading them with small jet thrusters. “Blocked in on both sides” he said, “guess I gotta go up”. He sprang forward with all his strength, blasting towards the building directly in front of him, landing roughly against the worn yet tough brick wall as he jumped. The thrusters were powerful. They sent him up the side of the building with ease. Shooting past the top of the building, he leaned in and fell sideways onto the rooftop, jaggedly sliding to a halt. His left arm and leg ached like he had been hit with a baseball bat .

    “This looks like a good resting place” Boost said to himself. Feeling reassured he closed his eyes and began to breath heavily.

    “Don’t move, you are under arrest.” His rest was short lived. Hovering a few feet from the edge of the building, pointing their stun batons at him were the Robotic Air Police. Their chassis gleamed in the weak yellow light, as they robotically shouted orders. “Damn, I can’t get a break” Boost said. He tore into his backpack, ripping a sheet of paper out and folding it into a crude paper plane.

    “It’s crappy, but it’ll have to do”.

    “Get down on the ground!” The robots continued their verbal onslaught
    “I don’t think so” He stood to his feet and with a smirk, skated off the edge of the roof, opposite of the robot police. Falling quickly, he launched the plane into the air. The plane floated before him filled with energy. Growing to a size big enough to fit a giant, it sprouted boosters, as well as grew a thick hull. Boost pushed off of the wall, straining his leg muscles. Clinging the plane with his left hand, pain trickled down his arm and he almost let go. He struggled aboard the plane and immediately ignited the booster before it hit the ground. He pulled up and gave the plane more juice. The ship rocketed towards downtown Helios City and away from his chasers.

    “Lost them” he thought, upon glancing back he soon realized how wrong he was. The police copied his exact path as he weaved through the many buildings and alleys of the city. He had to focus one move maneuver and he would end up a splatter on a building side . He squinted him eyes, seeing the wall of a building quickly approaching him, he hatched an idea. Scrambling through his backpack, he pulled out a can of spray paint and quickly boosted it. As he slammed his finger on the button, a thick screen of spray paint shadowed Boost’s trail blinding the police’s sensors as he pulled up vertically along the building. It was too close the plane screeched along the wall before correcting itself. One of the three troops crashed into the wall and exploded, the other two had escaped the screen and were on Boost’s trail again diligently.

    Boost held tightly to the sides of his plane so as not to fall and be captured by the police below him. Passing the top of the building, he leveled out racing over the rooftops. As he let out a sigh of relief another idea popped into his head, he grabbed another sheet of paper and a straw from his backpack. They lit up as he energized them. The straw grew into a spitball propeller and he ripped a small piece of paper from the larger sheet with his teeth, and began to chew it vigorously, molding it into a metallic shell. He loaded the “spitball bullet” into the cannon and fired it at his followers. He missed, loaded another and missed again. He loaded one more, this time he hit one of the troops boot thruster, sending it spiral into the streets below.

    “Hope, that doesn’t hit anyone” he said “How come they’re not shooting at me? I’m shooting at them” he asked himself. He slapped himself on the forehead when he remembered his team member Glitch had shut down the weapons system on the police robots.

    “This is too cool” Boost said excitedly, not paying attention to the incoming building ahead of him. When he regained focus it was too late, his plane crashed. Grinding against the face of the building it threw him over the side, down to the bustling streets below. He had to think fast as he plummeted towards an imminent death. He tried not to panic, frantically rummaging through his backpack, his hand emerged with a whoopee-cushion. ” Oh my god, I’m gonna die!” he yelled as he threw the cushion to the ground, having grown to immense it easily caught him with a heavy “Poof”. He tumbled down over the side and rolled onto the ground before struggling to his feet. He was shaken, dizzy, and his joints ached, but he survived.

    “What a coincidence, we just learned about aviaphobia today in class” He thought out loud.

    “Don’t move!” the robot officer flew towards him “You are surrounded!” Boost looked around, squad cars flooded the street and officers, rushing from their cars, aimed their guns at Boost. He was caught. “Damn, I was just starting to look like a real superhero” Boost thought as he knelt down on his injured knees and was cuffed.[End Passage]

    This is redemption for the monstrosity I wrote above, it’s majorly better. Opinions?

  24. B. Macon 02 Nov 2008 at 1:00 pm

    Sheesh, it wasn’t a monstrosity. It was a fine writing exercise.

  25. Ragged Boyon 02 Nov 2008 at 1:13 pm

    I know it’s not a monstrosity, I’m just being dramatic. But there were many mistakes but I wrote by revising it like you guys said. Great advice. So what do you think of the revision?

  26. Ragged Boyon 02 Nov 2008 at 1:13 pm

    If it’s good enough I may want to use it and modify it for Sketch.

  27. Ragged Boyon 02 Nov 2008 at 7:25 pm

    oops i meant “wrote by revising it”

  28. mrs marvelon 10 Jul 2009 at 4:06 pm

    Hello.My qustion is what power can you give a zombie? p.s NO DISRE TO EAT HUMEN FLESH! hes a teenage zombie only power I came up with was being able to untie hands, body parts and/or feet for a quick escape when traped in a villains lair! and laser eyes..but unlike scott summers he dosn’t need glasses. And able to call forth his zombie brotheren. I know zombies are slow, unstedy, and cant always walk normally but hes a different type because part of him still is humen from a myserious chemical and also keeps him perserved at all times.

  29. FarawaySoulon 10 Jul 2009 at 7:04 pm

    I got one!

    The ability to emit ultrasonic sound waves. It differs from sonic screams because:

    1) Sonic screams are audible, and do damage by damaging the ear drums and brain. Ultrasonic waves are inaudible, and cannot deal damage on their own.

    2) Sonic screams can be blocked out using mufflers. Ultrasonic waves cannot.

    3) Sonic screams have no requirement to be used (other than the ability to use and withstand it). Ultrasonic waves have a requirement to be used. Ultrasonic waves are sound waves with an extremely high frequency. They are known to improve one’s blood stream by turning blood smoother. At even higher frequencies, they can shatter windows, but it doesn’t do much more.

    Then how can it be used?

    First of all, it causes small pieces of material – such as sand – to vibrate very quickly. If there is dust on the enemy, or sand, or dirt, or whatever, it will vibrate very quickly and appear to make a rash on the foe. Soon after, it will tear through skin and cause bleeding all over the foe’s body.

    In other words, if you can manage to get a small amount of dirt on the enemy, it will burn and then tear them up, appearing to cut them all over.

    This is courtesy of a book on fallacies and truths about monsters, superheroes and supervillains.

  30. B. Macon 10 Jul 2009 at 8:58 pm

    Hmm. What’s the name of the book?

  31. FarawaySoulon 10 Jul 2009 at 11:45 pm

    Kuusou Kagaku Hyakka, “空想科学百科”

    It’s written by a guy named… gee, I forgot. Lemme find the book….

  32. B. Macon 10 Jul 2009 at 11:52 pm

    Hmm. I’ll have to have my brother pick me up a copy… IN JAPAN!

  33. FarawaySoulon 13 Jul 2009 at 10:00 pm

    You distrust me, don’t you 😛

    Kuusou Kagaku Dokuhon is the name. There are 8 books published – the one I had is number 2.

    I believe Gamera had an attack like that, but was never popularized, ever. They did an experiment on the power, Ultrasonic Cutter, and found it would work if the foe had dirt/dusty substances on them.

    ——

    Okay, next. I’m not sure whether this is original or not, and I’m too lazy to write a paragraph on how you could write it, but here it is: The ability to absorb several kinds of objects and use their functions. You absorb a cell phone, you can make calls where there’s a signal! You absorb a light bulb, you shine light out of your eyes! (or other random place)

    😀

  34. FarawaySoulon 13 Jul 2009 at 10:03 pm

    iow, you turn yourself into a cyborg by hiding guns into random places of your body… or suddenly dropping a hand grenade!

  35. NewAgeZombion 10 Oct 2009 at 5:43 pm

    @mrs marvel – Well, unless there’s some sort of cybernetic implant or he had them premortem, I suggest you ditch the laser eyes. However, I do have some more reasonable power ideas for the zombie. The last suggestion assumes that he died. The rest assume that other zombies hunger for flesh, despite it not being so with THIS zombie, if that isn’t accurate, disregarding my suggestions is quite advisable. Enhanced senses of smell and hearing, and possibly vision, would be a typical predatory adaptation. I’d also recommend increased strength. A more unique power would be something that makes him able to hold a position for abnormal lengths of time/under great strain (i.e. holding onto a rail with someone trying to pry away fingers) due to rigor mortis.

    Hmm. I might just use that rigor mortis thing with the zombies in the story I’m writing. Then again the average zombie is either cannon fodder or lunch meat in the story I’m writing, though a couple of acceptions may occur.

    Would you mind explaining how he summons other zombies?

    P.S. – Yes, I know when this was posted.

  36. Lighting Manon 10 Oct 2009 at 6:48 pm

    Anatidaehowardkinesis, the power to sense that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you and George Lucas is willing to adapt that duck into a bestiality infested flop of a movie.

  37. B. Macon 10 Oct 2009 at 7:30 pm

    Christensenesis– the ability to ruin an otherwise workable sci-fi movie. Victims include Revenge of the Sith and Jumper.

  38. Marissaon 10 Oct 2009 at 7:40 pm

    Hey now, loved Jumper.

    But RotS, feel free to hack at. I hate Star Wars. xD

  39. Eanon 10 Oct 2009 at 9:25 pm

    clone ^5

    I was thinking earlier this morning about some sort of chirality reversal power. Making it so one moves left when they mean to move right or verse visa would be helpful for confusing foes, as would rapidly switching them between chiralities. Then I started playing with this idea about how right-handed people are all left-handed people whose mental chirality was reversed at conception for some unknown reason and a secret group of lefties have begun to tap into the powers that come with not having had their chiralities reversed. Madness, all of it.

  40. NewAgeZombion 11 Oct 2009 at 8:39 am

    In the story I’m working on right now, there’s a pretty fresh superpower, and though you could lump it into the “enhanced senses” catagory, it’s a bit more extreme than enhancement. Thermal vison. Though people can already sense heat, this even changes the perception of the heat-sensing. Thus, it could very well be considered a new superpower.

  41. Madda Ekalon 14 Jun 2011 at 12:58 am

    hey this power is kinda like farawaysoul’s.

    Power: Dematerializing/materializing

    One example would be being in a vault you could put your hands on the money and it would dematerialize in to you and then when you got away you could materialize
    the money out of you, you could materialize anything building’s would be hard but it wouldn’t be impossible to do, me being the person i am would use this power for evil.

  42. Anonymouson 15 Sep 2014 at 2:23 pm

    how about the power to mirror someones soul?

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