Professor Charles Xavier had a dream-- a dream of peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants. And while the mutants in the X-Universe haven't quite got that *exact* dream-fulfillment, there have been some pretty near-successes.
My favorite example was Morrison's tenure as X-writer. In the background of all his stories was the fact that, by and large, being a "mutant" meant that you were a part of a viable, thriving subculture. Oh, and Alred's "X-Statix," who were media darlings.
The recent events in the X-Men are an example of that. The X-Men (meaning pretty much countless mutants of all kinds) were embraced by the people of San Francisco-- and it lasted, oh, say, nearly a year of publishing time until they were forced out by Norman Osborn (well, kinda) onto their own island off the coast of California.
But here's the problem with the X-Men-- these are all exceptions to the rule. While they can be good set-ups for stories, they can never be good "X-Men stories." In other words, you can't ever really have Xavier achieve his dream, because then the X-story will be over.
Which should be good news for writers and fans alike. Our merry mutants will forever live their lives, struggling amid a world that hates and fears them, and that's were good stories will come from.
So... were I to write the X-Men, it wouldn't be in a school or an island or in their own mutant ghetto. Those might be fine for spin-off titles, but the main X-title should be about a truly underground mutant team-- the idea of secret identities amped up to the nth degree. They wouldn't have a mansion or a fancy room with alien technology. They'd have to communicate with their own symbols and secret handshakes.
And the look of the series would be different, too. You'd never have a mutant truly be able to "pass" effortlessly.
- Angel-- He has *giant wings.* These should be able to just fold up and hide under his *tailored suit.* He'd always look ... "off," a little too large with a little too small of a head. He'd have to avoid anyone touching him or brushing up against him and thereby notice the different texture and shape he's hiding.
- Iceman-- His skin would always be cold, and very nearly translucent. His breath would always vaguely visible. He'd have to wear winter clothes all the time-- not because he's cold himself, but otherwise he'd be in danger of leaving condensation behind wherever he sits.
- Beast-- Well, enough said. But there should be consideration given that his hands are misshapen, which should be frustrating for a scientist, or, heck, simply trying to dial his cell phone.
- Cyclops-- He loses an eye. Sounds simple, but what if his body reacts to the ruby quartz, and he's suddenly got this crystal growth instead of eyes.
- Phoenix-- Really? Phoenix? Well, I was going to add Emma Frost as the Marilyn of this Munster-group, but decided to run with the idea of keeping it a variation of the original team. So, yeah, Jean Grey is back, but as an astral "ghost," complete with telekinesis like any good poltergeist.
The group could be rounded out with other non-humanish mutants, such as Nightcrawler, a permanently-transformed Colossus, the scaly movie-Mystique, the Shadowcat who had to concentrate to remain solid, and others. Heck, we could even extend this "brotherhood" to actual former Brotherhood members-- the Toad and Peepers would be my first choice. The X-Men, you see, HAVE to band together, because their powers are just as much a curse as a blessing. And they HAVE to be heroes, because otherwise they'd be the monsters that everyone accuses them of being. The X-Men fight evil mutants because, in a way, they are fighting to save themselves just as much as those innocent bystanders.
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