Nathan Barker, 18, Power: Psychic Powers (Blenghis)

This branch will follow the exploits of Nathan Barker, an eighteen year old college student who discovers that he, as well as those around him have developed superpowers. Read on to see how he manages to juggle school work, a social life, hobbies, and a new uncertain future full of chaos and strange abilities. Expect ****, milfs, teen, and harem romance. The general tone of this branch will be quite lighthearted with some conflict that will get resolved quite quickly, focused around Nathan and the supporting cast searching for other people with abilities and preventing them from causing too much chaos. The romance parts are gonna be quite slow burn so if you came to read the script of a cheesy porno, this aint the branch for you chief.

Nathan groaned, flinging his arm over the bedside table with a grunt, mumbling under his breath a collection of choice words. Fumbling for his phone, he tapped around rapidly in order to silence that horrible grating sound of his alarm clock. If hell exists, he thought to himself, they could just play that dreaded sound for a few hours a day and it would be punishment enough. After a moment of patting around the vicinity, the alarm finally shut off as Nathan let his arm go limp, falling to the side of the bed frame. He was about to go back to sleep, when something caught his attention through his hooded eyes. Groggily he shifted under the sheets slightly and **** himself to open his eyes properly, adjusting to the morning light filtering in through the blinds.

His room was a mess. Strange. Well, much more of a mess than usual, thought Nathan to himself as he slowly began to sit up, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. Now that he was upright, Nathan could see how bad the situation was. Normally his room was far from tidy, but this was terrible. Draws had been pulled out from shelves with their contents scattered across the room. Clothes from the wardrobe had been pulled off of hangers, ornaments from the windowsill had been tipped over as well as the pictures hung on the wall with the largest off them lying face down on the carpet with shards of glass around it. The room looked as if someone had broken in and decided to start going to town, smashing up his personal belongings.

It was at this point Nathan began to investigate. Knowing for a fact that he had not done this himself, he quickly jumped up and tested the door to see if it was still locked. Grasping the handle and wiggling it, being met with the resistance of the lock his brows furrowed slightly. It was definitely still locked. Utterly confused, he picked his way around the broken glass, taking care not to step on any of it in his bare feet. Perhaps he was sleepwalking last night? It would be rather out of character but it was the only reasonable explanation, unless someone had come into his room while sleeping and began tearing up his room, but surely he would have woken up!

Well, no use pondering over it now, he thought to himself. He could revisit it once he had more time he told himself while checking the time, right now he needed to get ready for the day.

Picking up a towel, he made his way to the bathroom.