The Last in Line
They hate us. Flatscans, sapiens, whatever you wanna call them, they hate us. So we need to hit back harder.
Stryfe had a vision with the original MLF, hit the flatscans hard, take them out by any means necessary, and this newer generation lost that. They hide in their schools and their manors from the problems the rest of us face. Those of us who can't walk down the street like one of them have to live in fear of what they could do to us. We have to bash skulls.
It's easier with a team like the MLF, but alone I can still walk into a small Sapien League hideout, break a few jaws, snap a few necks, crush a few sternums, and cave in a few skulls. The flatscans would do worse to us if given the chance, so I'm taking them out first. I'd do more if I could, all I can do is deal with these few flatscans my way and torch their belongings.
This is real justice. This is how mutant liberation is achieved. This is the way Stryfe taught me.