Disclaimer: Killer Croc is property of DC.
There is only hatred for the gargantuan monster known as Killer Croc. Maybe once upon a time he was Waylon Jones, but those days have long past. Rage consumed the disfigured being. Hate tortured the unfortunate soul.
He isn't a person anymore. Every ounce of humanity was shredded out of him; every jeering insult maimed, every thrashing depleted his only resemblance of humaneness.
(De-humanization complete. Please turn in your compassion. Unlawful bloodlust and animalistic tendencies will be provided for you.)
He has long since accepted the fact that he is a beast. The Beast. There is no Beauty coming.
There never will be. And quite frankly, he couldn't give a shit.
The terms of his grotesque transformation are welcomed with open arms. Or claws, whatever works. Who needs love when you have the power to instill fear? When one becomes the bringer of death, who needs relations? The one known as Croc can smell death on your person. He gladly exchanged his conscious for his new life: a life of aloof murder and carnivorous cannibalism.
It's much simpler this way.
All he needs is flesh. Flesh, water, and a shelter from the disturbances known as homosapiens. There is no race more disgusting then the human race. Those who prejudice, shun, and neglect. Who commit genocide, and wreak more havoc then anything he's ever heard of. The animal kingdom never had mass slaughters, never turned away a fellow animal simply because they were different.
That's why it's called the human race. Who can make the finish line still intact?
They who turned away those in need shall be persecuted.
And you know that famous saying.
"If you can't beat them, eat them."
Fight the power.
Feed the Croc.
He's making the world a better place; one delectable body at a time.
