I'd be hell-bent for leather, too, if I wasn't sulking under stained class with my sad wings of destiny. I'm busy contemplating the sin after sin committed by the tyrant who waged genocide against my people and conquered the island of domination. Some say I got the raw deal; I think I'm just a victim of change, always at the mercy of a dream deceiver. I've heard the savage invader, known for attacking with white heat from a red hot blade, goes by "The Ripper" and hails from beyond the realms of death. I am in need of an exciter, if I'm to defeat this dissident aggressor and his saints in hell, and claim my rightful procession of diamonds and rust as the one and only starbreaker, or else, I'm to face my epitaph at heroes' end.
Let us prey!