Vengeance fuelled me to wake day after day with a burning sensation in my chest. Without it, my vengeful quest would be useless. Although this factor had caused me to do some stupid shit, never have I regretted keeping it as my close friend. This is just who I am, a resurrected predator who wanted to get rid of my enemies and dominate Clown City.
I wanted all of it to be beneath my feet. As such, I had to first get rid of a lurking issue that was sticking into my ass like an annoying fart which refuses to come out.
"Those Unclaimed Souls are out there, waiting to claim my life." The thing that got me slightly nervous was the fact that these Smokepires could go toe to toe with me in a raw brawl due to the influence of the resurrection Rubik's Cube that they all had in their chest.
