The weapon. That’s what I am. In hiding, I plan to stay under my rock to keep from becoming what might as well be the one-man version of the apocalypse. Heaven and Hell hunt me, seeking me for their own gain. Well, too bad for them. I don’t want the title of Doomsday. I’ll keep making peace by bringing in the bad apples that do more harm than good. And no, I won’t do this to serve Heaven. The pearly gates can kiss lower than my backside. Creating justice on Earth is just me trying to keep my home clean. Of course, some prick lands on my path, changing my course.