The Crusader

My city… is my best friend. My city… is my constant companion. My city… is what keeps me alive. My city… is where I’m going to die.

My city gave me everything, except for one thing and that too, she says, is to keep me from getting hurt. My city grew with me (during my school days) and stagnated with me (during college). My city enrolled me into a college I don’t fancy, and hasn’t opened up to Hollywood, but I love every inch of my city. Even when I sleep, all that I dream of is my splendid city basking in the northern lights under the new moon.

My city was shaken up today. She screamed for help. I couldn’t deny. I jumped some roofs and kicked more ass and rescued her. The filthy enemy couldn’t figure out who hit him as I was wearing a mask which covered my most distinguishable feature (the nose). He knew the only thing I held dear was my city and he had to come up with some other way to get at me and that… was exactly what he did. He blocked all entertainment channels and robbed me of my football viewing pleasures. (One must admit the methodology’s quite an ingenious way of hitting back at masked superheroes who like their Tv, and their identities hidden)

No one can ever walk away after screwing with both my city and my cable. “I’m coming after you, you rotten scumbag. Here’s a generous tip->  Whatever you do, don’t try to hide. If you hide, my city will spit you out right in front of me and I will spit right on your face before clubbing you in the crotch”.

p.s: Do not get inspired by the trailer and watch that movie.