A deserted Chicago street. A cold quiet night...No more. An earthquake, accompanied by a roar that could only issue from the lungs of something neither man nor animal shatters the still silence...The source of the commotion charges down the street, the pavement cracking beneath overbearing weight of his footfalls...It is a green thing, fueled by red hot emotions, motivated by a need to destroy any all in its path...Including the being who has the temerity to face this creature...The green thing sees his opponent and even through the crackling haze of his rage, the creature wonders what manner of person would dare stand in his path, showing no signs of giving way when all others have fled before him...Ronald T. Jones smiles...
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