I used to think that, to be a good person you needed to have certain morals.

I used to think that helping people was always a kind thing, a kind thing that you'd do and people would appriciate it. I figured most nice things, were nice things.

But being nice, it doesn't always equal nice outcomes. This is the real world. Shit gets fucked up. You can be the nicest person in the world, have god, donate your time and have a soul of gold. You'll still get hit by a car, maybe shot, or have cancer.

The outcome for all of us isn't any different. We're gonna die one day. No matter how good of a person you were or are.

What people really need is a reality check. What people really need, is...
A lesson. A life lesson. Just like how some kids just need to get that ass beat. Then they'll be better kids. Tough love.

I like the sound of that. I want to give the world tough love.
The world gave me tough love, and look how awesome I am.
This is why my hair can defy gravity and your's can't.

My name is Blues Light.
I'm 23 years old.
I'm a white guy.
I live in a ratty apartment.
I'm a bartender.
I'm a college drop out, with a family I can't go back to. (Daddy issues) A split relationship, that resulted in a kid neither of us honestly want. Yeah that's right, she's pregnant. Fucking terrible credit. Crackheads that still owe me money. (Don't ask about that one.)

I want people to wake up. I don't want them to end up like me. Rock bottom with attachments they don't want. I feel like if we could all wake up as a whole, alot of dumb things could stop. I feel like if people could just look into the future they wouldn't end up like half of the young people out here just getting by, like me.

I don't have any regrets, I could end my life right now and no one would bat an eye. What do they care? I was just some hipster guy with a bad attitude, I doubt even the mother of my child would cry. Because what did I leave behind? Baggage. If I scare people, if I make the worst happen, then just then, maybe then will they turn out better.

Tough love.

In short, this is a story about how I changed the lives of many, and probably changed the flow of history itself. Now this is the part where you're wondering, who the fuck does this guy think he is? Who do I think I am?

I'm someone who knows first hand, if you don't experiance the worst, you can never be better. I had a few terrible years in a row. But in change that made me a better person. So I don't regret going through those times. But thinking about this stuff when it's nearing 4 in the morning, I just want to help someone. In the worst way I can.
There's tons of people going through my mind, that I just want to "Help"

This city is full of people that need help.

Now you're probably thinking : "The main character of this story seems like an ass"

I am an ass. And you can suck my narrow dick.

I'm not the main character. The main character, the stars of the show are people that I "Help"

To be continued.

Here we go with this. Most of these chapters are going to be really short. Not as short as this one but pretty short. There's going to be 10 I've decided. It'll be with various megaman characters from all the universes and their weak points. It'll be from the "Victims' " point of view each time. Then Blues is gonna come up and fuck stuff up for them, and they'll "somehow" learn from it. It'll be a pattern every time, except like most things that come out of me it won't be that predictable *I hope* Anyways, the next chapter will come like tomorrow or even later today.

So enjoy the fuck out of this one in the mean time.

-Froggy