Wasted Daily News

I knew going into this profession that it was never going to be easy. Sure, the early days on the job I would don my mask, run into a bank waving around an experimental plasma ray gun, and then promptly get tackled by bank security. Other days I’d just be walking back from the market, only to have the snot beaten out of my by a meddling do-gooder. I would come home with broken bones, bruised ribs, black eyes, but no matter what happened to me, no matter how much life got me down, no matter how bleak things got, I knew that I would preserver. With hard work, grit and more determination than I knew I had, I worked my way up from obscurity and became the villain I am today, well respected amongst my minions and relatively feared.
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