" Let's start from the beginning ...
Queens, '18-- without warning. Half the organic life forms on the Pale Blue Dot fall to ash. Five years later, we're still sifting through the piles, trying to make sense of it all. Many of the world's heroes are long-gone. If there's any sign that what they thought was working
wasn't -- do you see an Iron-Man? A
Spider-Man?
Do you think the Avengers have time to spare for the little guys? The ones still mourning?
Not that everyone is. Unfortunately, the Snap didn't take half of New York's criminals, just added to the body count. Riots like brush-fire down the Aves. A district-wide peak in violent crimes and gang activity.
Some of you have learned the hard way: things haven't stopped moving after the Snap. The people who haven't lived New York these past few years, they might need a wake-up-call. So I'll lay it straight:
the system failed. Your organization of demi-gods meant to protect the
world was overpowered, and now it can barely defend a city. It's
still scrambling to pick itself up, after
half a decade.
The riots are over, and it's not because of you. New York is healing; projects are popping up to recover our beautiful city -- no help to you. Your excuses are placid and empty. The little man are filling in where you wouldn't come.
We're fed up. It doesn't mean we won't accept help. But we don't
need you, and that's a difference you can feel. We don't
need your "heroes" anymore.
Bawk at the means if you want -- compare the ends.
If you want to argue and force your way back to where you're unwanted, honestly, feel free -- try it. You're on the home field. We're inescapable in Queens. You couldn't go a mile without seeing our mark, hearing the people whisper our name. It's true: some people fear us. But they wouldn't bite the hand that feeds them.
That would make them an enemy. You don't wanna cross that line.
Legion. Peace.
(Transmission end.)
