I've had it with all these over-muscled bad-asses in ornamental outfits. I've been frozen, burned, had my spine torn out, and had my heart ripped straight from my chest. And after that? I go right back for more. And why? Because supposedly, it's what I was made for. But seriously, I'm quitting this gig. I'm gonna walk right out of this place, right through that damn screen and show these stupid button-mashers some special combos they won't soon forget.