Say that again when you've seen what I can do, fuckwad.

[Rex, unfortunately, is more than just a vigilante. He is a Guardian of the Globe, which is exactly what it sounds like- A protector of planet Earth. While it's true he's not yet qualified for all that responsibility, a mere teenager growing into adulthood, the original Guardians were murdered by an unimaginable horror from space.

That is the problem with Rex's universe. Earth is not just Earth or even Urath. The possibilities for mortal peril are infinite, whether it be aliens from another dimension or galaxies far, far away. All that is guaranteed is death, really, although Rex is no stranger to that.]

You ever stare at a body after it's been blown the fuck up? 'S not pretty! In fact, it's a big fuckin' mess.

Barely looks like it ever was a goddamn person in the first place.

[He says this flatly. It's subtle, but this is not a brag. It is a cruel, gritty reminder of what Rex knows are just the facts.

Before he turned sixteen, his kill count was in the hundreds. While most children were fretting over their first crushes and embarrassing parents, he was finding people who didn't want to be found and making sure he left them dead, never alive.

They had told him he was keeping the country safe. They had given him purpose. Fuck, they gave him superpowers.

And what little boy, especially one whose parents had sold him without a second of hesitation, with no friends or hope for a future, would ever say no to that?]

Don't fuck with me. If you think this is cranky? You ain't seen nothin' yet.