User blog comment:Lasifer/Deadliest Metal Entrees (Twisted Metal User Tourney)/@comment-2136224-20120225165727

Name: Kevlar Real name: A. Nigma (I know I've used my real name in past tourneys, but when in rome ;) Backstory: They say people never change, that if you are good, you stay good, and if your bad, you stay bad. Well, those guys can shut it, because there are two things they never seen: a politician, or me. I was a goodie-goodie most of my life, taking guff from all sorts of idiots. And not just me, but others as well. Then I moved to Toronto, to try and see if I could scratch out a living in stand up, but then, well waiting for a taxi, I heard screaming. A women in her early 20's (same as me at the time), was being attack by some old creep, who was her OWN FATHER from what I heard her say. I ran over, picked up a 2x4, and (recalling every awful person that has ever shamed the human race), I beat him like the s**tty old rug he was. And this story would have gone diffrently if some a**hole with a cell didn't call me in. I tried to point out I was helping someone from an awful fate. At least the girl was grateful. You may even know this part, the part where the morons in the press showed me beening dragged off, flipping off the court, and everyone watching ('cept the girl of course), even my friends and family, shouting about how they all seemed to care more about some scumbag then his poor daughter. So I was tossed in the can, 25 months originally, but every asshole they paired me with just endded up adding another 4. Then came Vincenzo.....