***ORIGINAL PROFILE DESIGNED BY MY PAL, LADY BLUE.*** I'm no hero. I might know what the right thing is, I did things that made people call me a vigilante, like helping a bum who was gonna get lit on fire by a bunch of punks...that's what got me in prison in the first place, cause I helped with a little too much enthusiasm...but I'm no hero. Most of my life was an endless gray hell of booze and brawls when I wasn't in prison...people who didn't bother to really know me called me 'unbalanced' and other things like that. And I'll admit it: I've got a condition. I get confused sometimes, especially when I don't take my medicine. I'm no hero, and I've been afraid of becoming something other people said I'd turn into: a psycho-killer. You might have heard of me, and if you did you probably think that's what I am. That crap about the Old Town girls of Sin City. Most people, except for the ones who really run things in town, don't know different. I once met a perfect woman. A goddess. Goldie. She needed my help, and I never asked why...I never asked how the hell I got so lucky. Then a cannibal-killer murdered her in bed while she was lying right next to me, while we were both asleep and stone-drunk. It was a frame...for me...and the cops were in on it. No more playing good citizen after that. I'm pretty dumb, but eventually I figured it out...I knew who had to die, for Goldie. With the help of her twin sister, Wendy, I got the bastards who killed her and a lot of other girls and I made the Hell I sent them to seem like Heaven after what I did to them. But I wasn't a good citizen anymore, and I took the fall for everything. Then the pansies strapped me into a chair and hit the juice. That should've been the end...but it wasn't. Maybe it was because of Frank, maybe it was because of the fact that as long as I'm not only in his imagination, but the imaginations of people who read his stories, read about me...whatever. Maybe it's my fault. It's basically as long as I'm in the imaginations of others, I can't die. Hell I'm back, just like before, and I look at Sin City...this whole damn world...and I see it all as a big, bad broad on her back begging for it and I'm gonna take her for all she's worth! I can feel the blood pounding between my ears, pushing me forward, and there's no thinking and no need for it! The animal in me is back, howling and laughing with the pure sweet hate of it all! Hate for anybody who'd try to cross me...Wendy...Dwight and my pals...ANYBODY who gets on my bad side like silent, deadly Kevin or those punks who wanted to torch that wino will know I'm ready for war just before things turn really nasty! Oh, yeah...welcome back to the all-or-nothing days.
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