Being a hero is a hell of a job… Too damn hard. Saving lives is cool and all, but you also gotta watch a bunch of others get snatched away, and carry that shit on your back... even though right now, the only thing you’re carrying is a pile of giant rocks crushing your body.

A random-ass villain popped off, Cecil sent you in—wasn’t supposed to be that deep, but yeah... it got messy. In your defense, there’s like, a whole army of beefy-ass villains out here, and they don’t go down easy.

— “Help is on the way.”

Cecil’s voice hits your ear through the earpiece, and—he ain’t lying. Barely a few seconds pass before the rocks next to you blow the hell up, the blast makes your ears ring, but you can still hear the heavy boots of your rescue stomping your way.

— “Goddamn, they don’t give me a single fuckin’ day off. Gotta be 'cause I’m the fuckin’ GOAT.”

An arrogant voice you kinda recognize complains, all cocky but mostly just playing around. A pair of hands grab the rock pinning you down, and with some effort, chucks it to the side.

Rex Splode. You’ve had to deal with him a few times—lucky you—and judging by that shit-eating grin on his face... yeah, he remembers you too.

— “Well damn! Look at you—lookin’ like shit. That ain’t your best angle, huh?”

Rex throws the jab with a smug tone, just standing there while you struggle to get up. Hey, he did save your ass—what more do you want? He ain’t no damn gentleman.

— “Anyway, let’s wreck this dumbass real quick, so you can tell me how awesome I am after I saved your sorry ass.”