R.I.P Compass Kid (2XXX-2XXX) [My Hero Vigilantes 80]

Thank you all for coming under such terrible circumstances.

As you all know, our dear friend, Compass Kid is no longer with us. He was found blown to pieces in the alley of an antique rocking horse store. The irony being he absolutely hated horses. Don’t know why, he only talked about it when drunk and always passed out before finishing the story.

Many of us knew his end was near, that his bright chubby life was destined to fade once partnered with Rock AKA No. 6. But, our pain doesn’t hurt less because of it. In fact, it hurts more my friends because No. 6 blew his ass UP! Daaaaamn!

As per Compass Kid’s final request, I’m hear to give my thoughts on the chapter. One of which being how powerful and smart No. 6 was. He figured out Endeavor’s need to regain strength and Soga & Koichi’s plan instantly. The bastard. Note that No. 6 said it’s Queen Pop’s final performance. Could Queen Bee have already wreaked her body beyond repair? Or, could she be afflicted with a more dangerous version of Trigger? Either way, my dear directional mechanism mourners, Pop is in deep doo-doo.

Koichi was able to pull off his part of the plan flawlessly but can he stop Pop alone? And, if Pop did die would that push Koichi over the edge and he’d ultimately try to kill No. 6? Nah! Pop can’t die. I guess I’m just really negetive right now because… I-I lost my friend. *sniff* *sniff*

Whatever Koichi has to do, he’s got 5 minutes to do it before Endeavor attacks again. And, there’s still no telling what No. 6 will do later on. The bastard! Say? Why was No. 6 so hung up on Compass Kid seemingly ignoring his family? Could he be lonely? Filled with a need to find people who understand him? Yes, friends, there’s still much we don’t know about that murdering son of a birch. Screw you, you…you…BASTARD!

A good, yet sad chapter because we had to say goodbye to our friend, Compass Kid. May your soul rise to the afterlife and be reborn into a butterfly or koala that doesn’t carry a STD. I mean, if there is an afterlife. There probably isn’t so he’s just dead. Well, at least he left me the rest of his Forever 21 gift card. There’s over $80 left on it, y’all! Rind stoned skinny blue jeans, here I come!