It was a surprisingly even thing until a man with a bow riding a rhino tried to kill me with a flaming arrow. Yeah, hahaha, no… I jumped, my wings further propelling me, and knocked the man off his rhino to the ground below. My hands clasped the reigns of the beast as my wings wrapped around me to form a kind of poncho over my sleeveless uniform.

How ridiculous must I have looked – wait. Hold the phone. Hold the motherfucking phone. It had been a long time since I’d felt a kind of invigoration run through my body. It was a specific, unique sort of feeling that I had no idea how much I missed. Fire licked my body, genuine fire, as it wreathed around my form.

This was what I was missing! What was I? I was the Spirit of Vengeance. But there was a component missing to all of that, there was something that I needed to complete the formulae of actually being a Spirit of Vengeance! It wasn’t about the wings, it wasn’t about kicking ass – well it kind of was about kicking ass, but that was beside the point!

No. A Rider has a Ride. I could control construction vehicles well enough without actually operating them, but the first vehicle I’d genuinely operated with the power of the Rider and my own will and skill was my superb van of unbelievable – fuck it, my party van of fire and fun! I did not have a van.

Yet when the fire wrapped itself around my new ride, I knew I had something else. My feathered wing-poncho went alit as my hood came up to cover my head. Suddenly, I was not just riding a really awesome and terrifying looking rhino. I was riding a flaming skeleton rhino of doom.