The world, how does one describe it?

The world, how does one describe it?

"Corrupt, for one."I muttered to myself, throwing on my costume, black spandex and a pink helmet.And someone needs to fix it.That someone is me. By murdering all who get in my way!

"I am the night! I am the Human Chainsaw!" I wondered whether I should swap the pink helmet for a beret, but that turned out to be the least of my troubles when the black spandex

still smelled musky. Ah my real problem. The insurmountable problem, the black spandex

didn't breathe at all, and soon I was swimming in musky, dusky sweat. If only I hadn't eaten that onion and garlic sandwich for lunch. But it was too late now. I decided to use it

to my advantage and pushed a vampire hunter reality TV show to some Hollywood execs I had met in Tahiti. They loved it! My chronic garlic and onion breath was finally paying off.

The show was to be titled "Vampire Hunters" so the dumbed down masses would easily spot it. Reality TV needed short titles. People have shorter and shorter attention spans now!

I myself hardly have time to read the word "gui" any more, so I made it into a hit TV show starring the most obnoxious people alive. "Gui" would still be on TV now, except

once they became a regular part of the viewer's late nights the talent became less and less obnoxious which meant boring. So boring, in fact, that the viewers found their own lives

of watching boring TV was much more exciting than they had thought. Soon they started taking better care of themselves and letting the ones they loved know that they loved them.