text: [Themes: fan fiction]
  
  First day on the team. You make your way through New York city. Your Mom and Dad (Scarlet Witch and Vision) have been on the team since you were born. You are so nervous that you don't even know what to do. You have always looked up to Captain America, and today is the day that you meet him in person! You will soon fight along side your dream team.
  
  There you stand, at the door of Avengers tower. What do you do?
  
  > quickly run to the store and get everyone a gift before going in. You need a good first impression.
  You used your super-speed to run to a few different stores. Finally, you're back. You got some material to make an arc reactor for Tony, some heavy duty red, white, and blue paint for Cap's shield, arrows for Hawkeye, and chocolate for Ms.Marvel, you don't really know much about her yet, so chocolate sounded like a good idea. After all, everything you got is a little cheesy.
  
  Slowly, you enter the building.
  
  "Hello?", you call out to the empty hallway
  
  Jarvis: Hello, Thomas. The Avengers are awaiting your company on level 43.
  
  You board the elevator and make it up to level 43. There, you see the Avengers sitting at a table.
  
  "Hello." you say.
  
  Tony Stark: You're late. Not a good way to make a first impression.
  
  Good thing you brought gifts. You hand them out and everyone enjoys them.
  
  Suddenly. Jarvis is heard
  
  Jarvis: Avengers, there is trouble in Central Park.
  
  Captain America: What kind of trouble?
  
  Jarvis: Ultron kind of trouble.
  
  Captain America looks to you, then to the rest of the group.
  
  Cap: AVENGERS! ASSEMBLE!!!
  
  > To Central Park!
  You all make your way down to Central Park. That's where you meet Ultron
  
  Iron Man: Ultron. Always nice to see you.
  
  Ultron: I have neither the time nor patience to deal with your sarcasm, Stark.
  
  Iron Man: Woah! Don't gotta be so rude!
  
  Ultron looks over at you.
  
  Ultron: You.... You are of my family.
  
  Vision punches Ultron
  
  Vision: My son is no part of you, Ultron!
  
  Ultron:Son? Very well.
  
  Ultron's bots come from the sky and surround you and the rest of the Avengers.
  
  Cap: You alright, kid?
  
  You nod, and prepare to fight.
  
  Cap: Good! Stay on the ground, you're not ready to take on Ultron yet!
  
  You used your super-speed to run to a few different stores. Finally, you're back. You got some material to make an arc reactor for Tony, some heavy duty red, white, and blue paint for Cap's shield, arrows for Hawkeye, and chocolate for Ms.Marvel, you don't really know much about her yet, so chocolate sounded like a good idea. After all, everything you got is a little cheesy.
  
  Slowly, you enter the building.
  
  "Hello?", you call out to the empty hallway
  
  Jarvis: Hello, Thomas. The Avengers are awaiting your company on level 43.
  
  You board the elevator and make it up to level 43. There, you see the Avengers sitting at a table.
  
  "Hello." you say.
  
  Tony Stark: You're late. Not a good way to make a first impression.
  
  Good thing you brought gifts. You hand them out and everyone enjoys them.
  
  Suddenly. Jarvis is heard
  
  Jarvis: Avengers, there is trouble in Central Park.
  
  Captain America: What kind of trouble?
  
  Jarvis: Ultron kind of trouble.
  
  Captain America looks to you, then to the rest of the group.
  
  Cap: AVENGERS! ASSEMBLE!!!
  
  > say "Wait! Who's Ultron?"
  Tony: Kid, Ultron is an artificial intelligence program designed by one of our former members, Hank Pym. Hank designed Ultron to make the world a better place, Ultron thought that the only way to achieve perfection was to extinguish humanity all together! We have stopped Ultron countless times over the years, but he always comes back! Wait..... Didn't your dad tell you this? After all, he was created by......
  
  Vision: Tony, stop! That's enough! My family will have no ties to that monster! He may be my creator, but he's not my father.
  
  Tony: Okay then. JARVIS! POWER UP MARK 42![Themes: fan fiction]
  
  "The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 26th, but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took only about two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner."
  
  - Shirley Jackson, The Lottery
  
  You know that the children assemble first. Your sister, Mary, will be there, talking with the other school girls and watching the very small children roll in the dust or cling to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.
  
  But you are not there to hold her hand. Instead, you are late.
  
  This year will be like every other year. The lottery will be conducted— as always— by Mr. Summers. Everyone will be there. Everyone will pull from the shabby black box that has seen use longer than Old Man Warner has been alive. No surprises.
  
  Except this year, you are late.
  
  [Author's Note: For our creative writing workshop, we have reimagined the short story, "The Lottery," by Shirley Jackson into a playable game! We hope you enjoy!]
  
  > Heading Out
  You step out of your house, dig your hands into your pockets, and head down the road until you reach a three-way split.
  
  To the left, just a ten minutes' jog away, is the town where your friend Avery lives. They don't have a lottery today. They stopped doing it years ago.
  
  To the right, even closer, is the town with the General Store. You and your pop used to go all the time for supplies. They know you there.
  
  Straight ahead is the town square. You know your family will be there: your mother in her faded house dress, your grandfather in overalls streaked with tractor oil, and little Mary in her iron-pressed school things. They'll be expecting you. Everyone will be expecting you.