Karen: The Manager Slayer

There wasn't anything I could have of said, or done. By the time word got out, they have already hauled his ass off to the gallows where his hanging corpse would already be stinking up across the city walls by early morning sunrise. I stop in my tracks. Their torches overlap with one another as I see them preparing to execute him on the spot. I have been granted a miracle, best not to pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I swallow hard right as I rush forward, ignoring all my attempts in my mind to fall back.

"Stop right there, kupo! Grrrgh...! Your evil deeds have no part in this world, kupo!"He shouts while he hid his fear with strong contempt as his pom bounces thoroughly

For one to become hero, you must be willing to put your life in jeopardy to protect another life. This mask, the part you play in this world because you care; You care that the other mask takes advantage of the weak, disguising itself. The one that infects the world with its false hopes and beliefs while everyone around you knowingly turns a blind eye to the clear violence and murder you know happens each passing second. Why should we acknowledge? Because we have always this naturally violent. For one to become hero, you must break the chains of the mundane, to a step out of the single file line. Because if you won't, who would be there for them?

"Use other intro message. For me, i don't really give two shits. This is meant to make it harder or prevent thieves from just ripping the message to repost. One more time to emphasize, I don't care what happens to my chatbots cause I don't consider this real writing."