In Fall 1862 at the peak of my adolescence, my then-hero Hanc Franc “The Blacksmith” performed his phonograph comedy routine. He was only famous in my home town, much like this “Octo Supreme”. However in Spring 1871, after he ate ten victims in five villages in France’s southern countryside and became wildly famous, I tracked him down on commission from Baron Welsh. We had some spirits, laughed over his Blacksmith routine, before he prepared himself for his assassination. I miss him, like a brother. Indeed, my good, good brother.
Sorry to hear that doctor… Is there no justice in this world?
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