Or at least I think that's how long it's been. I'll never forget the day though. The behemoths swatting us around, friend or foe alike, we were trash that needed to be destroyed to Bolivar. I watched helplessly as my comrades were killed mercilessly. No matter how much shit I talked about them, I loved each and every one of 'em. To think the day started off with just worrying about Magneto to every mutant fighting for their life in a bloody war against the Sentinels. Very few of us survived, and as far as I know, I'm the only one left in what used to be the United States. I'm pretty sure it's been forty years now, I'll always cherish the feeling of slicing through Bolivar's wretched neck. "Scum" was the last thing he said before I sliced through his chest. That was the last time I popped b