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[hr][center][h3][b]March 20th, 2005[/b][/h3][/center]
[center][b]Chinatown, New York City (9:39 PM)[/b][/center]

I feel like I said something about doing something to next smartass who crosses me— and this definitely meets those prerequisites. Who is this guy supposed to even be? Also, what’s with that getup? Does he think I’m going to be scared of that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more standout dweeb in my life and he thinks he can stop me from getting my justice? How dare he?!

[b][color=A6A6A6]“I am not in any mood for jokes!”[/color][/b]

I can feel the energies of my amulet run through my flesh and blood, and given how angry I am I can barely even think. As he moves into a fighting stance I can feel my body throw itself at him as I am propelled off a nearby wall and towards my newfound enemy.

[b][color=A6A6A6]“You won’t get in my way!”[/color][/b] I shoot back, ignoring his quips. 

I am going to break this guy’s [i]face[/i].

My form is hard to follow, I know that. The primal energies that the amulet gives me has always made the Tiger of the Bronx [i]unpredictable.[/i] This is something this new foe will learn the hard way.