It seems like everything we try just goes wrong. No sorry just everything I try.
I try to save the world I make everything worse.
I try to right my wrong I make everything worse.
That feeling. The hopelessness I felt when affected by Hiiln... It's still with me. It didn't disappear when Dr. Malice brought me to my senses. It just faded. I can still feel it. I can't help but feel that it's still true.
Maybe Harold was right?
Maybe there's no point in continuing.
There's nothing we can do to fix this world. Even if we succeed Jack will just bring out more monsters and things will just get worse.
We were better off back with The Fears.
Oh I should mention that The Timberwolves have been entirely wiped out and The Proxies and Dolls have been fighting a losing battle against a group of Nests who've moved in under the command of a gy calling himself The Dove.
I'm inclined to just let them fight it out.
In fact why shouldn't I?
Because normal innocent people are dying every day these monsters remain in power. They're petty squabbling destroying cities.
But who am I to stop this?
I'm just one man.
... No I'm not just a man.
I'm The Muffin Man.
I'm going to get the others we're moving out tonight. We're going to take out these nests before they do anymore damage.
All my plans go down in flames...
Well then this time I'm going in without a plan.
It's time to get back to who I am.
Not Nathan Jilees. I'm The Muffin Man and The Muffin Man doesn't plan he just kills every mother fucker unlucky enough to get in his way.
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