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I hear voices in my head everyday. Every single day. They torment me. They mock me. They- they..... They are me.
Are they? Or are they not? Or is it is they? Gaah!!! The demon of grammr, he speaks again! Tempting me to uses wong gramming! And spellar! I must call on the only voice I can trust.... My father.

Father? Father? Why is it that he is never here! He should be here, but why is it that he is not? All the things that I love are in here.... All the things that I love the most! Even the grammar demon.... Or the mockers... I love them. But why is my dad not in here? WHY!!!!!!
D**n you Hannibal! Why did you do that? You skinny little b*****d! I hate you! You are not my son!!!
Why is it that my father, my master, my mentor, is not here?! Why is it that the man who took care of me for so long is not here? Why?!

So now I work as a hero... So that I may gain the favors of heaven, so that I may hear the voice of my father! My father.... My hero....

My father, the physicsict. Rejected by the scientific community for his work on alternatte uniberses. Rejected and dejjected, he grew mad, wanting to show them all! He killed them, so that they may see the liight
! D**ned Grammar Demon! And then, so that he may gain the favor of the universe once again, he tried and suceeded in killing all of the interdimensional baddies! Now I do his work, so that I may have a name as famous as his in heaven! He guides me in all my actions, dad. He and his voice tell me what to do, who to kill.

Society is wrong. Not all the time, but is still wong. ACH! Grammar Demon!
Sometimes, it jails the right people. Sometimes it jails the trye baddies, the interdimensional ones. But sometimes it is wrong. Why would they hunt down the killer of Mary Stewart? She was an interdeminsional evil guy!
And now they glorify the SKEA?! IT is filled with demon whorls of interdimensiaonal space, it must be killed! Destroy SKEA!

The Cannibal Lawyer was once known to be a hero. He killed so many baddies, he was declared "The Superman of this Age". Yet suddenly, fame turned to infamy. He killed the president. It was soon discovered that he was schizophrenic. He was only killing the bad guys because he thought they were interdimensional baddies. He-

OH, shut up Conscience! I am doing the right thing! I must destroy Skea! Lucy's telling me to do so!
What? Kill the virus first? Alright... I shall cast the spell of death on him.

Lalalalala..... Going to the place of great auras
Going to the place of great chakras
With the proper feng shui in the area
To cast a spell of death to a bad fella

Now I am here in the alley. Now it is time for me to cast the spell.
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Wow! That is awesome, Hannibal! How'd ya do that?
I told you. It's magic.

And it really was.
Tha was 1889. Hannibal had just cast a spell that affected the past. He had just caused the Great Fire of London