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More Lore: Sore for the Score

More than a year has passed,
since that fateful day.
That chaotic, dark, dreadful day.
Eugene was sitting pow wow style
in New York's infamous sewer system
and he was more than a little dismayed.

As he picked ticks off of one of his little friends.
He had vowed vengence against those 'Fantastic' Losers
who was responsible for bringing his plans to an end.
Slowly he rises to his feet, takes a deep breath
of his rancid air while staring his manical stare.
Proclaiming that, "This time they won't see me coming!
"I'll attack 'em from all angles, and destroy those
bumbling buffoons before they know what hit 'em!
ripping 'em to shreds with nary a care!"  

He was still after all this time, lamenting over what
happened to his furry partner in crime, Alex the cat.
Fiendishly felled by Straw,  String and several other
friends of theirs he  called nitwits and dingbats.

Time spins Eugene's mind into days gone,
he and Alex happy together they belong.
Wiling away lazy summers,  and brisk winter's eve.
Alex was always uptight whenever Eugene would
leave, but that feeling was mutually shared between
those two it was an odd co-dependency.
Weird thing they had,  that one without the other,
left them confused so whatever would they do?

Eugene's eyes well up, tears stream from them
and for a moment it's indiscernible whether the sewage
has finally taken it's toll or Alex's loss is why Eugene's
emotions are flying out of control. One thing is certain
though, he's gotten that glimmer of misguided  purpose again.

Scrubbing some yellow-greenish debris from
the sewer walls and applying it like it was war paint,  
he was a ghastly sight. Tattered, mind battered,
and he truly stank. Then he cries, "Alex..."  
"This one's for you, my  fated furry friend!"

6:15pm,  in a unusally quiet and dank  neighborhood
in Queens. A manhole cover is ever removed so slowly.
Seconds pass, and out climbs Eugene, with scowl that
looks more confused, and clueless than deranged,
and lowly. With his tattered clothing and scattered hair,  
calloused toes emanating a blue and pink glare, his
entire persona smelled...this is one  for folks to  BEWARE!!
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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