Boston, City of Champions

Boston, a city and historical landmark. The streets are lined with the path revolutionaries strode to ensure America's freedom. The juxtaposition between the seeped tradition of the city clashes yearly with the influx of freshman that swarm across the metropolis each year. Boston is old, but the youth is its lifeblood. So strange that such a prestigious city, so crucial to the cradle of American society would have such an inferiority complex.
Tough not to think of one selves in the shadows when the glow of New York City is so bright, at least that's the commonly held misperception. You tell a Bostonian that New York is superior they'll lower their reading glasses to look down their nose at you and say: Fuck that, what's NYC have that we don't got here? Park Ave? Newbury. The Hamptons? You ever been to Nantucket? The Yankees? The Red Sox have rings now, plus we have the Patriots and Celtics, all we build are dynasties. Finally, inevitability, inexorably the topic turns to super heroes, if Boston is NYC's equal than where are the super heroes? The Bostonian will simply wave a dismissive hand at his opponent, mumble something quixotic under their breath about the “…Ward…” and politely dismiss themselves from the conversation.
You see, rumors abound from tap rooms in Southie, on the golf courses on the Cape, in the dorm rooms in Cambridge, to the vacationers from Portland, Maine down to Newport, Rhode Island that super hero and paranormal activity blossom in the states of New England but once you drift passed the borders of Hartford, Connecticut or venture into Canada or New York state the rumors that were alive in conversations all around the region drift to a distant memory the further you travel from the border. You see in New England the adage goes: “We take care of our own,” and that’s especially true of the super and paranormal population that exist within those confines.
For instance if you were a native New Englander you’d realize and remember that MIT and WPI are not only two well renowned schools for engineering and technology, but also reports of lab accidents, thefts, and of course the number of Sentient Intellectual Automatrons, (Sents for short) that live among the New England people are trends that aren't decreasing in number.
For instance if you were a native New Englander, (some naturalized New Englanders as well,) you’d understand that Salem, Massachusetts isn't just playing up its mystic reputation for Halloween.
For instance if you were a native New Englander you'd be accepting of mutant kind, and regularly frequent the charming harbor city of Portsmouth, New Hampshire where the goals is to keep things weird. You'd also put together that Seabrook Nuclear Power Plant did more than produce cheap electric energy for those in the New Hampshire seacoast region.
For instance if you were a native New Englander you'd go to the International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine for a true education (with work shops, and monster hunting instruction,) in the world of “mythical creatures.”
For instance you’d know about the numerous UFO encounters in “The Cursed Forest of Massachusetts,” in Fall River; or the Spider Gate “Eighth Gate to Hell,” just outside of Worcester; or the Hoosac Tunnel in North Adams better known as “The Bloody Pit."
For instance you'd understand why Massachusetts’ island towns like Nantucket, Martha's Vineyard, and especially Newport, Rhode Island thrive when you understand their special international trading status with certain aquatic civilizations.
For instance you'd be wary of gambling in Uncasville, Connecticut because the Pequod and Mohegan mystics run a notoriously tight casinos. But you laugh like hell watching bus load after bus load of New Yorkers stream into the place looking to beat the house.
And finally if you were a native New Englander you'd know that the third Monday in April commemorated by the running of the Boston Marathon is Patriots Day, the day where all true New Englander's know that The Patriot, The Black Mask, and the great mage Winston Archimedes Roarcroft battled through wave after wave of British troops (bolstered by summoned undead minions) to secure the battle fields in Lexington and Concord. Their exploits would be further legacy when on June 17th, 1775 joined by the intrepid swordsman Colonel William Prescott ascended to the top of Bunker Hill battling those same British curs and where upon surmounting the apex Winston Archimedes tiring of the constant battle placed the Ward of New England loudly proclaiming to the realm: “In New England We Protect Our Own!”
Welcome to Boston, not Beantown, nobody fucking calls it that.