Rorschach's Journal, August 17, 2009.
The city lies black and misty below me. I hear a child's scream, cutting through the night like a tire tread through a dog's burst stomach. Found child in a sleazy apartment. Turns out wasn't a child, but a full grown man. Rocks back and forth, sucking thumb... obviously disturbed. I check for injuries. Looks at face, shrieks like a bat out of hell, and runs away.
Notice TV is on. On screen, I see myself, standing next to Daniel. Seems they've made a video game about us. Liberal media dragging me into their pitiful attempts to corrupt society. Still, intrigued by the concept. Pick up the controller. Feels odd in my hands. Must see if name has been marred by media agenda.