Gambit is Chosen: Shaky Planet

A Story by Abishai100

The uncanny mutant of powers, Gambit, is trained by the Professor at the Institute to become an Earth world fencing 'artist' for all things jagged, in this Marvel fanfiction.

X-Men (Marvel Comics) fanfiction. Happy Super Bowl stuff,

DISCLAIMER: This work of Marvel fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the comics company or its associations/storyboards and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Gambit had wandered around as a lone-mercenary and used his energy skills and acrobatics and psychic power to cast himself as a man of survival and heroics for chance before being trained/recruited by the mentor, Professor X, at the Institute for gifted mutants in the American Homeland. Gambit learned to hone his lone interest in social defenses for special focused lines of teamwork and democracy strategy under the tutelage of the Professor who equally trained other mutant patriots with consciousness of Earthling social media securities for 'confidence' in worldly languages (wow).

MAGNETO: Professor X used to be my friend when I was younger, Toad.

TOAD: Now, you're his rival with your own recruited legion of power-mutants.

MAGNETO: We make for special terror-infiltrations in sports/media culture.

TOAD: The Professor casts his Institute in the American Homeland as imagery.

MAGNETO: He's got nifty pupils, and Gambit's one of them, Toad my pal.

TOAD: We'll use our own 'consciousness' for unfurling of anarchism-IQ, sir.

MAGNETO: Good read for the capitalism arms of variety in power shape (ha).

TOAD: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Gambit zoomed to a Western skyscraper where special sports culture hype for Super Bowl ads made for superstitions of capitalism reflection, which is why the Professor thought Magneto and one of his evil mutants would surface as some face/message of outright new millennium 'troubles' of transit paranoia (damn). However, Gambit prowled around with his baton-weapon and spotted Toad and shooed him away in front of Super Bowl association cameras (for the Ego).

Gambit enjoyed the moment of laurel in the American Homeland and found nice toast with a nice world-fare reflection diner-dive platter and thought nicely now of how incomplete-arts for all things leviathan/uncertainty imprinted in his mind special jardiniere 'IQ' for the work ahead...to intercept any schematic motion of darkness destroying a new millennium line of fortune, fair-play, fiction arts, freedom, fullness, and fun.