Now in the middle ages there was a race of men who had their heads situated in their
chests.All that anatomical reworking meant this race of men looked like
headless musclemen.
It just so happened that a ways back one of the baby "foreigners" had come sailing down
the stream in a wicker basket to the world of normal folk.
A childless peasant couple had found the squalling freak baby,overcome their revulsion
and raised him as Clark of Kent.
As Clark of Kent had grown up the old peasant couple had discovered their adopted
son had some nifty superpowers,including x-ray vision and strength to lift a ox cart,completely
filled with turnips.
Since a headless farm hand would have raised questions,Clark of Kents practical
uncle Robert the Miller had carved out a fake head for him out of a broken
millstone and with a little painting and glue and leather straps and buckles,the fake
head had been perched up between the 'foreigners' shoulders and Clark of Kent went about in the world known as a rather stoney faced scrivener.
Know one knew of his alter ego,the medievel super hero known as
" The Green Knight"
who was sworn to banish the likes of Aarny the Kid and The Jester
from the village streets and pack em in the dungeons...