So you say. [Wasn't Superman a journalist? She has no patience for half-baked shitpiles like comic books, but a job like that is the perfect cover to nose around anywhere.] P-people can say any old thing to your face, but the truth doesn't have to be one of them. You're n-not stupid enough to take everything at face value, are you?

[Spare her the protagonist energy, please. She's had enough. She's done with genki do-gooders.]

Think about it. If you were r-running some kind of psycho mindgame and could pull people from all across the universe to play in it, are you going to settle for some completely average twat? Th-that's going to make for a boring story.

If I've learned anything, it's to expect the worst. They only p-pick people who can do exceptional things or who have survived in exceptional circumstances. [Herself being in the pitiful latter category. Never by choice, and never happy about it either. Why should she be stuck in the company of ninjas and witches and shonen anime sprung to life, just because she has the world's shittiest luck?

It's infuriating.]

So watch out. Be c-careful who you piss off here, unless you want to end up as a s-smoking corpse in the gutter.