-No One Mourns The Wicked-

Memo: Yeah, it sucks, but it's been floating around in my head for a while now so I figured, eh, why the hell not…

Disclaimer: I don't own any X-Men characters, because if I did, Toad would have gotten his own spin-off series like Wolverine… and a girlfriend.

You know what? I'm feeling a little persecuted here! I think you're all a load of fucking judgmental hypocrites, and for me, that's saying it nicely. You sheep are sitting there on you're pretty white high-horses shrieking 'Oh no! Mutant! Evil! EEEEVIIILL!' with out a second thought! Ever struck up a conversation with a known mutant? Offered one a spot of tea? No, I didn't think so. How about this, have you ever beat the shit out of a little kid who couldn't defend himself because he was different? I can vouch personally that you don't think it's above you.

Damn humans…

Don't really give us much of a chance do you? You people on your side of 'good' where you're supposedly oh so open minded. So fucking perfect. Take the 'X-Men for example, well they're just bloody great, aren't they? They talk about how we 'don't have to fight', then they go off and start picking off mutants that oppose them and act on what they believe. Mutants like those in the Brotherhood.

Ok, so we may do a little maiming here and there, a few killing sprees. I like to look on it as I've been trained to, with an 'enlightened' view on things. We're just being realistic… Think about it; Rome didn't create a great empire by having nice civil meetings, they didn't do it by calling up their enemies for tea and mundane conversation; they did it by killing all those who opposed them. Wait… isn't that sort of what the X-Men are doing to us? No, sounds to dark, they are the 'good guys' after all, they could never be said as doing something so 'evil' now could they…

I could die today and absolutely no one would care, no one would cry, no one would pay for there to be a service, no one would have anything nice to say about me, and I would get no proper grave. Hell, the odds are very good that my body might get found by the police, and maybe after they get done playing middle school science project and dissecting me I'd get put in a cardboard box, incinerated, then they would send my ashes to the city dump. Real nice, huh? Real kind of 'em.

Come on, even I don't deserve that, do I? What have I ever done besides fight for something I can stand by and the only people who are willing to tolerate my existence. We may not be tight-knit or terribly loyal, but what little we have with each other is still more than we've ever had with anyone else.

Well, I at least want a grave, even if my body won't rest under it, I want to at least know I have one so I'll carve one myself, and make sure it's just like what anyone would have wanted for me.

Rest In Pieces
HERE LIES
Mortimer 'Toad' Toynbee
-Good Riddance.

And I'll expect no kind words, no flowers on my grave, no ceremony, and no tears

Because No One Mourns the Wicked...