(A fictional writing account created and operated by @snackiejack.bsky.social)
He stood. And knew with the blood on his hands that he had declared war on the heroes of New York. An act which could not be undone.
He stood. And knew with the blood on his hands that he had declared war on the heroes of New York. An act which could not be undone.
Then, he didn't stop. Taking out years of built up rage, unconcerned about the black smoke choking his lungs, the fire boiling him from all sides...
Then, he didn't stop. Taking out years of built up rage, unconcerned about the black smoke choking his lungs, the fire boiling him from all sides...