It has become apparent to me that every good hero needs to work on his public relations campaign, because support from the populace is crucial to achieving his potential. To that end, my journal entry will be written in prose.
Woke up in the morning,
Brewed some fine extraction,
Then headed to the market,
listen to the racist faction.
Shandelle promising squab to all that come,
humans all get birds, the rest get none.
Bitch says nonhumans are dirty,
could be that’s true,
large patch of rock glimmers,
I know just what to do.
The wall be swarmin hot n heavy with centipedes,
It’s gotta be time for some heroic deeds.
As Rekki tries to pull stupid bitch away,
Giant centipede bursting through the wall,
Rocks go flying throughout the air,
Rock strikes the racist bint and she takes a fall.
With a snicker snack and some fire and acid,
we slaid the evil beast, made the market ’come placid.
As the dust settled we poked and prodded,
Rekki found a magic trail going down to the deep,
Then Spinner and Corporate Whore said our shop was trashed,
Bernadette is missing, it’s enough to make grown men weep.