The Great Cthulhu steps away from the wall he was propped up against and drags a pedestal inscripted with indecipherable characters to the center of the street. Squatting down upon it, he reflects on the present task given to him by SuperNinja Rock Lee. Stretching his stubby wings, The Great Cthulhu meets the eyes of those assembled and starts to speak.

Why do it? Easy enough. Somebody has to.

We all pity the homeless. Wish them Godspeed in their search for a better life. Then we forget all about them until we see them in the boneyard or read about another poor soul who's been murdered in the newspaper. You know how it is. People shrug their shoulders and tell themselves that it's not their problem. Blinders on, hoping the problems that our cities face will go away by themselves. I know that a few people have seen what the eventual outcome of all this is leading to. Declaring themselves not ready to take the reins and blaze their own trail yet. I'm not quite sure why, honestly. The Gods give you an opportunity to make a difference then don't waste it. Whether you're ready or not doesn't matter much to someone who is broke and hungry. People come to this country to make a better life for themselves. Somebody needs to be there to help them in pursuit of their goals. Give them a job and a place to stay, some money to feed their children. More are coming every day. It would be a hell of a lot easier to keep the blinders on and only look out for number one. Problem is, I can't. We don't choose to live this life of ours. We are born into it. Our traditions instilled in our very souls. This thing of ours, it chooses US. To that end we do what we can to uphold its tenets. We conduct ourselves with honour and respect. If someone is hungry we feed them. If they need a job we put them to work. We take care of our own, and we don't pass the buck.

Everybody dreams. Whether yours is to score the Stanley Cup winning goal in quadruple overtime or to simply climb the city water tower and see how many people you can spit on from way up there before the police snipers take you out, we all have them. People who come to these shores to make a better life for themselves and their loved ones are no different. They dream too. Maybe their dreams are as simple as something to eat and a few dollars to send home. It's inexcusable to me that so many of them end up living in abandoned cars or shot to death while sleeping on parkbenches. They are not trophies, they are men and women. They need our help. Oliver McTavish and Elana DeLuca have transformed Chicago into a thriving hub of commerce and industry. YouSuck has brought style and life back to New York, bringing it's fine tradition of entertainment and culture back to the forefront. The late SWYW and his commitment to excellence brought hope to Philidelphia. Scandia is doing the same with Los Angeles, once again the thriving metropolis; it's film and recording industries back in full swing. These fine Ladies and Gentlemen have accepted the challenge head on and have made us all proud. They have given us a perfect example of how to give back to the community and enrich it's citizens lives. They have done much and have been successful at every turn. Yes, much has been accomplished but there is still more to do. Presently there are cities in this country of ours that have no direction. No jobs or industry, no hope for the future. Empty and abandoned. We can make a change. We can make it happen. We have to. Together we can build a future for these cities and their citizens.

Do I feel the need to build a modern day legacy or seek to have the greatest criminal organization ever known? Do I want children to want to grow up to be just like me or have choirs follow me around and sing my praises? No. That's just not me or what I'm about. I don't care. I won't blow smoke up your asses to try to hide my real intentions. I don't have any hidden agendas or unseen machinations going on. Quite simply I just want to make a difference. Whether through feeding and sheltering the homeless or educating the communities children. People come to this land looking for an opportunity. Let's make it happen. Let's take care of them. Let's rebuild these abandoned cities and make them great again.

The great Cthulhu, speech over, tucks his pedestal under a wing and turns to the crowd one last time.

The chance to make a difference is not something to run away from, but rather a challenge to be embraced. Playing it safe all the time, letting others do the work for you is the easy way out. The easy way is not our way. Our way is the path of honour, respect, and accountability. Forever.

As happy hour nears, The Great Cthulhu wanders back up the alley. Grain alcohol and buffalo wings are in season. Time to go hunting.