It took twenty years, but I did it. I've had my revenge.

Twenty years of pain and suffering, all because of the pig.

Twenty years of isolation.

Twenty years of loneliness.

Twenty years of nothing but stone walls to keep me company as
I practice unendingly in martial arts and trying to work with the
small space.

But now I've done it, and I've had my rightful revenge on all
the people who wronged me all those years before. Ryoga, Akane,
Nabiki, Kuno, Kodachi, Shampoo, Mousse, Cologne they all made my life
a living hell. And they all paid.

I still remember it too. Ryoga, the pig that he is, ate his
son for dinner. How fitting of the porkchop. And Akane the traitor
got her righteous treatment. She left me for Ryoga and didn't wait
for me, how shallow. So I showed her just how shallow she is under
her skin.

Nabiki finally got what she wanted, money to last her a
lifetime. Her lifetime, to be exact. Kuno and Kodachi got what they
deserved too. Maniacs deserve an equal death.

The Amazons were my first targets. They say they have two
thousand years of history behind them, but they sure didn't feel like
it. Cologne's head blew up better than a ripe tomato.

Some people think it's excessive, but I don't think so. This
is about revenge, afterall. It's a whole different playing field from
what I used to do back in Nerima. That was just play-fighting. When
play-fighting is over, it was time to bring out the big guns. Hail to
the king, baby.





I see how some people look at me after that. They look at me
like I'm some kind of an unstable serial killer. But I'm really not.
You see, I only wanted my righteous revenge on the bastards that
trapped me on that accursed island. If you were trapped in isolation
for twenty years with no food, no water, no entertainment, no people
and nothing besides four empty walls, you'd want revenge too.

Then why do they keep staring at me like that? I didn't kill
anybody besides them! Why are they all looking at me like they're
afraid they're going to be next? They're not!

Grr... I can't stand those people. I wish they would just
stop staring at me. It's driving me nuts. For once, I'd like to
just shove my fist through their heads to shut their eyes up. But I
won't do that, since I'm not a maniac serial killer or something.

I'll just make an example out of the guy laughing at me right
next to me...

Ack. It's not my fault that his back splashed open against
the wall when I slammed him into it, is it? I just smacked him into a
wall, it's not my fault the wall has spikes or somethin' and his back
split open.

Great, now they're all running and screaming. I'm not even
gonna bother anymore. I'm just gonna clamp my hands over my ears and
hope they go away.





Jeez. Wherever I go, people just won't stop staring at me.
It's making me paranoid. It's not like I have something on my face or
nothing...

What's that noise?

It sounds like it came from the alley.

I walk into the alley, but there's nobody there...

There's a cat though.

C-cat?!

There's a cat there! It's time to run!




Dammit, leave me along, you crazy cat! Why won't you stop
chasing me?! I've been running non-stop for days, but you're still
chasing me! What the hell is wrong with you?

OW!

I just ran into the wall...

No wait! Don't come any closer!

I didn't mean it when I called you a crazy cat! Honest!

Niiiiiice kitty... go away, kitty kitty...

Don't come any closer, little kitty...

D-don't come any c-closer...

COME ANY CLOSER AND I'LL TURN YOU INTO A POT ROAST!!!

Help... anyone help me? There's a cat after me...

D-don't come any c-closer...

P-please don't...

MEOW!!