For far too long, the streets of Gotham have been plagued by chaos. Crime never sleeps. Thugs hide in the shadows, waiting to strike like snakes. Never mind the capitalist structures that produce deep and devastating forms of poverty, forcing the desperate lower class to resort to crime in order to survive. Gotham is in danger, and it is my duty to beat the living shit out of a man robbing a convenience store to feed his starving family of five.
When I think about the corrupt police force, the unfair distribution of resources, and the broken healthcare system, I start to wonder if this city can be saved. But then I remember it’s not the system’s fault, the real problem is one single crime boss. And sure, it’s easy to blame the problems of the city on an individual rather than the structures that created them, but this is no time to point fingers. Gotham is in trouble, and I have to perform a WWE-style flying tombstone piledriver on a shoplifter trapped in the self-perpetuating cycle of poverty.


