Stage 1.
Blaster of death.
Two player. Our shadows intertwine.
In full-throttle collateral damage.
Dreaming of the upmost dynamic.
The one of the chain of the wicked soul.
The comrade of life and death.
The game board is in reality.
For the life of my story.
Dying in our lost corridors.
Gotham, waiting for a sound.
Far from here. Far, far away.
Arkham, waiting for a sound.
Far from here. Far, far away.
First objective mission, videogame game-station.
Remote controller, in the hand of divinity.
Let us play. The wings of Satan, is my cape.
The battle of the living heroes, of the dying race.
Damien is my child, in Arkham town.
The reality against one man. The suit of sorrows.
Enter.
The Alpha Line, here.
Stage 2.
Blaster of death, “Cyborg” attack.
This fight, definitely of Robin’s.
Sapphire is my favorite.
Raven and Beast Boy are the best.
Joker of the blood. Harley of the death.
Two-Face, the curse of life. He’s my favorite, too.
Jim Carrey, the freaking Riddler.
Tommy Lee Jones, was tripping out with Jim the whole time.
Waiting for the sound, in Arkham town.
Corruption. Why such truth veins of life, that we are born within.
This is … The Batman. The Man versus the dark.
Arkham. Civilization. The laugh of Scarecrow.
The day that Batman will ever win.
At the end of the tunnel.
Stage 3.
Hunted Catwoman.
The other you. A jewel.
Turned black.
Ballerina through the speed of chaos.
Queen of the jungle.
We live in the red kryptonite world of Superman.
The Devil Superman. Breathing his winds, and cold.
In the shadow.
Risen. We are the children, versus the atomic battle.
Unknown darkness of dark.
Unknown lights of light.
What is inside.
Dr. Faith.
Stage 4.
Me.
Try. This is my fourth piece of the second consecutive night of my whole life.
Screaming for help. To the death. The lost cry of the world. Oneness.
Still. No hope, no chance. No rest for the wicked.
The Beggar. The myth and tales of comics, aligns so beautifully.
Resonate. Superman.
Amulet of Isis.
Wonder Woman.
And the Green Lantern.
Of the Atomic era.
Where he lost one of his arms, and who knows what more.
Stage 5.
Poison Ivy. Acidic nature.
But I can’t go on anymore.
Stage 6.
Press start.
Stage 7.
God, I need to go today. Please.
Stage 8.
Or imma die.
Dog-man, and my little Leroy.
Pick up the wild card.
Player 2. Push start.
Pick a character. Let’s go.
Now.
Forever.
Stage 9.
Enter the destiny.
..I’ll spot you a ticket and lets get this rolling, hero.
To the Bat Cave.