• I hate always being the good guy. It keeps you chained to situations that no one should have to put up with.
    You want examples? I see.
    Well I had to make a decision before i died (the second time). I could either stay in bed and get a few extra hours of sleep, or I could deal with the annoying demon army destroying my apartment building. I'll let you guess which one i picked.
    You want more examples? Ok.
    Well when I first moved to Duram after trying to kill my brother I moved into my apartment building (the one that got blown up). I moved in and I was trying to get all of my stuff there in one day so my brother couldn't track me with any of it.
    So I was moving all my stuff into my red pickup truck, I got it all in and I started driving to my new apartment. Just then I heard a woman scream.
    Guys, you have never felt good until you have had a girl thank you for tracking down someone who's wronged them and beating the crap out of them. So I immediatley pulled over and jumped out of the car, full speed.
    I saw the woman being mugged by five idiots in ski-masks. So being the cavalier male that I am I ran over there and immediatley kicked one of them in the face. The other four pulled guns on me.
    Now contrary to popular belief ninjas are not bulletproof. So my first instinct was to put my arm in front of me.
    STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
    One shot me in the forearm and I screamed in pain. The others started laughing. Now when I get shot in the arm normaly I get the hell out of there. But as soon as I heard laughing, I got MAD. So I quickly did a butterfly kick which is a beautiful move where you pretty much turn you body 90 degrees and spin around like your doing a cartwheel. Believe me it's more effective than it sounds.
    So I managed to kick them all in the face with this butterfly kick. So most of them fell over and pass out and the rest got up and ran. I then grabbed my injured arm and asked the lady if she was all right.
    She hit me with pepper spray.
    I was a little disoriented with all the pain I was in but I think i heard "NO MEANS NO!!!" So I limped away to my pickup, fumbled my keys, and got in. I sat there for a bit so my eyes could clear up and I drove to my new apartment.
    I got to my new apartment and started to unload stuff and noticed that my sofa, bed mattress, and television were all missing.
    So by trying to help a defenseless woman I got shot, blinded, and robbed from.

    I HATE BEING THE THE GOOD GUY!!!