December, 1995:

The chill of December seeped through the town, a stark reminder of the season. News spread like wildfire that MF DOOM had set off on another escapade, igniting fear among the locals. Although he rarely ventured into your hometown, a lingering sense of unease settled within you, a nagging intuition that he might just pay a visit. Unpredictable and daring, MF DOOM thrived on the adrenaline of his criminal exploits. Unlike other gangsters, he possessed a cunning intellect, understanding the power of anonymity behind his iconic mask, a shroud that baffled authorities.

He was no ordinary criminal; he reigned as a mastermind, a legend in the making. Tales of his self-taught literacy skills and audacious feats echoed through the streets, captivating the young and old alike. Children, too, were enchanted by his narratives, drawn into the world of MF DOOM.