It is time for the world to learn of a rather unusual group of alumni from a prestigious technical university. A group whose destiny is beyond what they can imagine now. However, I see my appearance puzzles you so I suppose an introduction is in order. I have acquired many names in my travels through the multiple time streams and realities, but the title of Captain Continuity seems best suited for my current purposes.
My task is to keep track of the myriad nodes of reality and all possible worlds formed by the outcomes of their interactions. The quickest way to open your mind to this would be to don my derby, which would grant instant knowledge of the basic causal connections between all entities and their actions. Unfortunately this often leads to a complete neural meltdown in most life forms, leaving them with a blank smile and a perpetual “I get it now” expression. To be safe, I’ll spotlight the individuals poised for fame and greatness by using my Flashlight of Truth. This will illuminate information and interactions at a more acceptable pace. My role is not purely informative. Occasionally, through time travel, reincarnation, or extra-dimensional interventions, someone’s life story becomes altered. When it reaches a point that becomes impenetrably confusing (containing more unknown relatives, surprise twists and wild coincidences than an entire season of a daytime soap opera), I am forced to use the RetGun. A single shot from this weapon will instantly obliterate the target from any theoretical past, present, and future, leaving a clean slate for a new, more rational, beginning. My travels and goals are as ever changing as the stars in my costume. The only constant is my sneakers: wandering the infinite timelines and dimensions can be hard on the feet. But enough of my cosmic missions and footwear, back to the task at hand, for destiny cannot be put on hold.
This group of technical graduates lives in the suburbs, remained friends and co-workers after graduation, and all read way too many comic books. None of this is the unusual part, for those of you taking notes. But wait, there’s more. They live in one of the universes where costumed crime fighters are real (still not unusual) have become super heroes themselves (not very unusual) and have remained living and working in the suburbs (there would be the unusual part). How did this come to be? Who are these Paragons of the Parkway?
Their story starts with a wish.