N Corp. Mittelhammer: Rodion's Story
Splendid.
Simply splendiferous!
How fortunate is the world to have such a wonderful person?
No, how unfortunate is the world to be plagued with so many defects pretending to be human?
Meeting the One Who Grips opened my eyes. I had been living a blasé life, ignoring those foul stenches prevalent in the streets!
The voice of the One Who Grips upturns my foolish thoughts and cultivates the right mindset.
Ever since my first calling as a hammer, it was the voice of the One that soothed me with each swing!
Ahh, why was I ever scared to destroy the impure?
Why didn't I notice sooner that those impure beings are tainting the soil they trample on!
That's when I realized…
My beautiful hometown wasn't safe from those defiled… heretics, who roam freely without a hint of shame!
On my first week of becoming a Mittelhammer, I pleaded to the One Who Grips that I wish to right the degenerate future of my dear home!
The One Who Grips had blessed me with a merciful smile as always.
You may do so.
Aah, I knew it, I must be the chosen one!
That night, many towers were made out of Backstreets dwellers.
Ohh, sorry. Those who were 'heretics', to be exact!
To see them pierced and hung far from the earth… It brought me such joy.
Why, I could just kiss the cleansed soil of my dear hometown.