“They. . . didn’t save me."
The darkness closed in around her, pressing, crushing, choking. Aminia
felt blind panic, like shadowed hands squeezing her desperately thudding
heart up again her ribs and then-- nothing. Darkness. Silence. And one
thought: “They didn’t save me.”
Suddenly, the light hit her eyelids with searing brightness as she
snapped into life with a jolt. She gasped for air. “Ms. Twain? Are you
alright?” Dr. Stinson asked quickly. “Hiccups?” Mr. Parsons asked in his
usual, genial manner. She felt her stomach churn - how did she ever find
that phony charisma so charming? She smiled weakly and nodded, feigning
another hiccup, before excusing herself from the meeting for a cup of
water. Shutting the door behind her, she melted, stunned, on the other
side of the wall. The meeting continued on within the room behind her -
they didn’t even notice her absence.
What happened? Her eyes darted around the familiar headquarters of the
Freedom Five, but not everything seemed like how she’d left it. Things
were different. She was different. She had died. The darkness had lifted
to unveil a changed world. Or perhaps, perhaps only she had changed? She
went to the sink to fill the “World’s Finest Assistant" mug Dr. Stinson
gave her three years before they let her die. The handle had yet to
This world was most definitely different than the one she left, but no
difference cast such a stark contrast as the difference she felt inside.
No longer was she the devoted, sheepish secretary who alerted the
Freedom Five to where trouble emerged, who placed orders for Tachyon’s
many pairs of new footwear, who copied memos from the president, who
washed sweaty spandex uniforms. Now, she was awake.
Aminia straightened up her jacket and opened the door to return to the
job she perfected in her previous life. No longer would she skip date
night to remove every fleck of red dust from their precious equipment.
Nor would she lose sleep worrying about the calls she would make to
loved ones with bad news after a battle. For never again would she shed
a tear for the Freedom Five. No. For now, all she heard amid the cheer
of the grateful crowds and the praise of the adoring public was that one
final thought. They had a choice - me, their devoted servant, who gave
EVERYTHING . . . or five total strangers.
“They didn’t save me.”
“Can they save themselves?”
Players - 2-5
Play time - 1 hour
Sentinels of the Multiverse: Miss Information Villain Character is a new
villain character, with his own unique villain deck of 25 cards, a rules
card, and a character card.
Note: First announced as The Assistant but changed to Miss Information
before going to print.