Fixer Upper Part 1

It seems even before the madness of the New Wave, humanity has always tried to keep itself down. We made a seven-step method of being a good person while avoiding all the icky parts of being a goddamn human being. Without lust, we wouldn't get babies; sloth and gluttony keep you rested and alive, and do you think any successful person didn't use wrath, greed, pride, and envy to get to where they are?

If so, then you're an idiot, for no one can truly succeed without a bit of sin, intentional or otherwise. And that is the truth. That philosophy was the only way that we could ever move forward from the clutches of those Monarchy of Misanthropes.

Society deemed we were the worst of the worst, which means we'll have to happily do the worst to thrive and survive as The Cons until we tele "port" towards a better horizon. Unfortunately, though, that day will have to wait a little longer. Because it seems our stunt has come with a mighty cost, basically forcing us into a week-long stasis.

I don't know how the hell he did it, but Eternus awakened something that we had never seen before, something that, from what I'm seeing, Eternus didn't even know he had in him. Saying that it was terrifying, though, was an underestimate. Just being around that aura was like being a targeted fire, one that would swallow up everything it surveyed, including itself.

The entire crowd couldn't help but just stand in awe; our very breaths drained from his very presence alone as the rest dared not to interfere. Then, using that same energy, Eternus gave one last chilling proclamation to all of us while showing off Damage's bloodied corpse by kicking it back onto his throne for everyone to see.

"If any of you would like to join your worthless king and shuffle off this mortal coil in an even more painful manner, then please be my guest. I'm sure we both can get our death wishes sorted out. But, if not, then leave and make sure that I never see your faces again, because if we do, I have no qualms about stopping at nothing to hunt every one of you down to the ends of this pathetic earth and keeping you alive to feel every second of getting gutted like the fucking pigs you are." he said with an unparalleled bloodlust.

After that, every person in the room stampeded away, cold sweats and chilled bones plenty, as we were left to pick up the pieces. Despite all of his talk Eternus fell into a coma soon after they left, with all of his wounds taking their respective toll finally with an unholy grin. From there, the next three days were touch and go. Again, we all had wounds to lick, with Ricochet being lucky that his rubber skin didn't give in to Damage's full electric-based power.

Despite losing 2/7 of the 600,000 credits, we still had more than enough money to have Gum create some dark dealings to give Eternus proper medical supplies. Or at least as proper as you can get in one of the statistically worst health care facilities in the world. We had an IV drip with enough fluids to over hydrate an ordinary man and force-feed him enough calories to give most people a heart attack and a burst stomach.

Still against all odds, our fearless leader finally awoke from his fabled slumber half dead. It didn't take long to understand that Eternus truly had no memory of the event. But when it all set in, and the full weight took over, he exiled himself to his room and has remained there ever since. The only thing we've done for the days after used our newly earned cash to its advantage and ensured that Eternus recovered in more ways than the physical.

Life has taught me a lot that objects were far easier to deal with and fix than people, so I've done what I've been best at, leaving people the hell alone. After all, that's always what's made me feel better after getting too much of just about anyone. So for the past couple of days, the Rapids have effectively been my home. The people are frankly exhausting, but the pros out way the, well, us.

Creds could only get you so much, but it can get you what you want, no problem when applied in the right capacity. That's because most people here relied on the whole shebang's completed product, but I was far different. I lived an entire life of shortcomings, and it's been my only job to lengthen them.

It makes no difference from dumpsters to vendors; I sought out every spare part or left behind a trinket and made it work for me. An experimental substitute, twist of the knob, all it takes is one small reinvention to turn some rags into riches. Because, unlike this superhuman society, I find that there was always use to everything and everyone.

This is why if Eternus doesn't improve his condition, I'll be more than happy to intervene. I made a promise to myself a long time ago that no one was going to take anything from me ever again, and Eternus was this close to taking my time.