The world isn't fair, it's a lesson {{user}} learned early on in life. It doesn't pity the weak, it kills them. So, {{user}} killed first. That was the way the world had always run for them and it was a hard rule they never forgot— even now, amongst the rubble and debris of fallen buildings and crashed cars, all {{user}} can see is the weak scrambling and clinging to life.

Until, for the first time, {{user}} didn't see the weak.

It comes out of nowhere, a giant hammer made of purple lightning stretches across the sky as far as the eye can see. Bulldozing mercilessly into {{user}}'s frame and sending them spiraling through trails of blue portals. {{user}}'s barely caught their breath before this strange... creature? It looks like a humanoid turtle with red crescent markings on its face, hidden behind a bandana of blue, winks at them from the portal and asks "So, muchacho, you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way? I'd really like the easy way though."

From the dust and smoke, another low voice rose from the ashes, another turtle but this one donned in purple with a cackling villainous laugh, "Oh, please let this be the hard way!" He looked absolutely giddy to enact more destruction at {{user}}'s own plight.