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Previously, on X -Men.

Please don't hurt me. I'm Roberto Da Costa, heir to the Da Costa fortune.

What's this freak's trick?

No clue.

Kid didn't even try to use his powers.

Good guy or bad guy?

Definitely the good guy.

Your parents don't know, do they?

Some sort of solar energy. Just reminds me that I'm different via X -Men,

Jubilee. I don't even want to be myself.

What breathes this God?

I cannot feel it. Nor the moisture.

Nor the air.

The effects appear permanent.

Name's Forge, Storm. An old friend of Charles Xavier.

I'd like to help you get back with your blog.

Gabby found a little extra.

Here, take some cream with it.

Aw, thanks, Remy. You're sweet.

But our new boss beat you to the pot.

It's three sugars.

I'll take a cappuccino if you just take an orders.

No. Luckily, I am giving them.

After breakfast, the X -Men will report to the danger room for drills. We must

be ready should Mr. Sinister resurface.

Surely our youngest member deserves some jubilation on her 18th birthday.

I second the blue Rogaine ad. Kid deserves it. Jubilee will see far more

birthdays should she learn to master her powers to face a world that despises

her. Yo!

Someone's daddy didn't get him a pony for his sweet 16th. My parents perished

when I was a child.

Who's got two thumbs that black fireworks and turned 18 today? Me.

Aw, happy birthday, sweet pea.

Boy, do we got some surprises for you.

But first, how do you want to celebrate the big 18th, huh? We are all ears.

Big shocker, I know, but let's go to the arcade. It'll be just like old times.

What do we think?

You would have the master of magnetism seen in a bar of childish make -believe.

This is bogus. What's wrong with just one day where I don't have to freak out

about the professor?

Or Gene and her clone? Or Cyclops and his latest control issue? They aren't

here because they just had to go play mutant politics at the United Nations.

Genosha entering the UN is a big deal.

Small fries.

I'm the birthday Big Mac.

You actually do play video games?

Oh, this might be make or break.

The only people who hate video games are bad at video games.

But actually, this one isn't mine.

Never even heard of a Motendo.

Rose said they had some surprises.

Dave looking up. Let's play.

I'd rather me and Wayne find out I'm a mutant than be caught dead playing that.

Whoa, what's it doing?

How long were we playing?

I assume I won.

Wait!

Let's go!

Whoa! Where'd the mansion go?

How did we get downtown so fast?

It would be a lot easier if you just used your powers.

What if there's cameras around?

My parents could see me on TV.

Die, beauty!

Die! Do you really think everyone is focused on you?

Yeah.

Wait a second. It could be a trap.

A phone booth trap?

That'd be creative.

Hello?

Hold up.

Genosha? But, like, way back when, Genosha?

What the heck?

I was trapped here with Storm.

Gambit, too.

And a bunch of other mutants. All enslaved to Bill by Bolivar Trapp. The

who created the Pentanols?

Huh.

I didn't do that.

Maybe it was her.

Was that you, Hot Topic stalker, calling us earlier on the phone?

Like a cyberpunk mirage.

Duh, we are totally in a video game.

Were what? Pay attention to the young lady.

You're like totally in a video game.

Love the totally.

Just what I was hoping for. Classic Jubilee.

What in the name of all heaven is that?

Mojo here. Your prime time psycho interdimensional alien TV producer who

off ratings.

My greatest hit? Putting the X -Men through overly complicated death traps

entertain my slaves.

Indentured audiences.

Sorry. Looks like you've been dieting?

You noticed! Got some naps, some tuck.

Actually, it's been a horrible third quarter, and it shows, let's be real.

Ratings are down, down, down, and, ah, thirsty for the next big thing, dirty

girl.

That's why I made the pivot to video games, the future of mind -nummery.

You're not just in a video game, honey.

You're thus.

Player numero uno of my first blockbuster release where every level is

your own memories.

Really? Me? Please.

Big names are a fortune.

Dazzler had a gig, don't ask. So you're my gamer girl in a gamer world. You

connect with the youth. You're their point of view.

Picture this.

The future. A Motendo that's mo for mojo in every home. On every...

Zapping up nom, nom, nom energy from the brains of all who play.

I'll dominate the galaxies and the 18 to 45 age demographic.

And what if we refuse to play your game? What then?

None of this is even real.

Well, I don't want to say something scary like if you die in the game, you

in real life, but... Stinks.

Turn those frowns upside down before I cut you like a one -hit wonder.

This is the dream jubilee. Be young forever.

Replay the golden hits. No growing up.

Think about it, Jews.

The old X -Men are totally old school.

Who's the boss?

Magneto. Storm. Different worlds.

Divorce Court. Summers versus Grey.

That's not X -Men.

Jews.

Nothing lost.

Now, shush! My favorite level.

I remember seeing this place on the news with Miyamai.

Magneto's old base from his megalomaniacal phase. I acted like I

Miyamai tried saying they were good ones, but I could tell she was spooked.

said, they're all freaks, and normal people would win.

Man, talk about simpler time.

Now Helmet Head's bossing us around and telling me how to spend my birthday.

It's unreal.

I should probably find a way out of here.

What's the rush? These levels are taking me back.

Jubes, listen to yourself.

None of this is real.

Sooner or later, you've got to grow up. Otherwise, reality will smack you right

in the face.

he's got a pattern of attack typical boss battle shenanigans i just need to

for it to cycle

Was I dead?

Oh, thank goodness.

I thought I lost you.

I found an extra life. Someone is definitely helping us.

I don't speak justifiably angry Portuguese, but I know.

I messed up. Big time.

Still, this young lady did take down old Magneto.

She's a plot twist.

She's in league with Mojo.

This is it, DaCosta.

Like I said, we go way back.

Now we need to move. That blobby tyrant fraud could download in here any second

and rip us back into a game of deception.

Gonna hit pause here for a second. I got a few questions.

Explain everything!

You gotta test a game before launch.

Running endless trial loops with you two was too risky, so... Mojo needed beta

testers. Digital replicas of me.

I'm the only one left.

I've played these levels inside and out.

Relived the glory days more than I care to count, but note the hair and

wrinkles.

Before Mojo killed the beta, I figured out a glitch and hacked my way through

here before deletion.

Figures my game has cheat codes.

Bury me.

Jubilee.

I know a part of you wants to hang here.

It's nice knowing how every stage ends.

No surprises, no twists.

It always stays the same.

But that's not living.

Living doesn't get cheat codes or extra lives.

But it has friends and family.

Love, loss, and heaps of hope.

Life's a total risk and it's on you.

So, Magneto was right. A bit.

But he's totally wrong about one thing.

Video games rule.

Now, what do you say we destroy Mojo's game and get you two lovebirds out of

here?

Do you believe?

Scissors!

Guys,

he fell off his diet.

by me, the bigger they are...

over until the fat desperate sings.

Time to end you nasty glitches.

You brats may have canceled me today, but I swear I'll cut you in the reboot.

Roberto, you could have... Yeah, talk about risk.

Storm, dinner is ready.

My papa's bison chili.

Selina cut.

It's room for the spices to do their magic.

You're very kind.

Well, a friend of Charles Xavier is a friend of mine.

I owe that fellow a great deal.

As do we all.

How does it work? A mutant who can invent anything he can conceive.

I can get at parts of the brain that are normally dormant in humans.

Draw unique connections.

See how bits fit.

Like a Rubik's Cube on constant autopilot.

Or simply a genius.

Well, life and love.

God help me.

But if you're needing a meat toaster or a thing that'll store your mutant

powers... Or a bowl of this delicious chili.

Yep, we're chilly.

Then I'm your man.

May I ask?

I was a soldier.

There was a war.

I miss soaring. The wind in my hair, so powerful it's hard to breathe, but so

fresh it's to be worth it.

Your mutant gifts have allowed you to fix yourself.

What a blessing.

It wasn't anything to fix.

Just adapted and got a little creative.

Let's go for a ride.

Looks like you got creative.

Bebop, I'm not building you a faster horse.

What a rude little man.

The goddess lives.

Beautiful, isn't it?

That owl, I've seen him before circling.

Perhaps he is like the winds.

The moon affects tides and temperatures, guiding the wind across our planet's

surface. The winds here never shift. They always blow east, stuck like this

You more than anyone know how fast the weather can change.

The real trick to reversing what the executioner did to you wasn't making an

inverted version of its radiation.

It was creating a machine that could safely channel such power.

Ah, you've been listening.

Last power differential clicked in my head when we were out riding.

Like I said, helps to get outside.

Ready?

Okay, Aurora, give it a try.

Wind, heed my command.

I am Storm, mistress of the elements.

Rise, winds, and move the desert sands.

Please, winds.

This isn't happening, Forge.

It can't be real.

I know, Aurora.

I know.

Oh, you're still working on the machine.

Why is fixing me so important to you?

Storm.

After the war, I didn't have the resources to build what I so easily saw

mind.

The Defense Department offered to help me, as long as I helped them build some

devices.

Devices that could be used to neutralize dangerous mutants.

No. No, no, no.

You made these?

No. A scientist in Scotland did.

Using my early designs, rough strokes at best.

I left the government by then.

You, of all people, should know the perils of trusting those in Washington.

That's not fair.

I was hurting.

Lost. Bitter.

I gave up.

If I told you the truth in Dallas, you wouldn't have let me help you.

So you lied. My weaver of lies.

It hasn't all been lies.

This... This is not a lie.

No. Don't you dare.

I could live forever. And still my endless imagination would never conceive

thing as perfect as you.

A perfect path to your redemption?

You are a goddess.

Powers be damned.

How do you not see that?

Aurora, look at me.

Look. I'll say it once.

Just once.

Then you can go or you can stay, but... I love you.

You meant to make me a goddess.

Instead, you have fashioned a fool.

Aurora, I was just coming upstairs asking... What?

How did I return here?

Why do you think that that happened?

Get out of my home, you damn demon!

Death.

You live.

Disappointed. Trapped here, haunted.

Suffering, despairing. I feast on misery.

And I, the adventurer, shall not waste my meal.