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Well, it's been quite a journey, and I'll be damned if I can remember what day it is anymore. Let me walk you through it. My stepfather, Raven, who happens to be the Head God of the Pacific Northwest Pantheon, made the brilliant decision to chain up my younger brother, Michael, to the highest damn mountain I've ever laid eyes on.

Now, you see, this wasn't your run-of-the-mill family dispute. It was a desperate move, driven by the madness that had taken hold of Michael. A few years later, he managed to break free from those chains. At that point, after what to Mary and Ignatius, my main goal was to ensure the safety of the rest of my siblings. I wanted to scatter them to the wind, to keep them as far away from Michael as possible.

But let me tell you, things got real crazy real fast. I discovered that gods are real – a revelation that turned my understanding of the world upside down. To make matters even more complicated, it turns out that the dead don't always stay quietly dead. And wouldn't you know it, Michael had gotten himself mixed up with a bunch of lunatics calling themselves the Devil Hunters. Yeah, I know, it's a stupid name.

Now, here's the kicker – Michael's always changing his name to stay one step ahead of me. I've known him by so many aliases, from Michael Butterfield to Mike Jackson Bartholomew the III, and then there was that Wingleheimer phase... Anyway, I digress.

I'm on the brink of finding him now. Rumor has it that he's locked in some rivalry with one of the leaders of the Mighty Mutanimals, a guy they call Old Hob. My plan? Get information from Old Hob and finally put Michael in the goddamn ground once and for all. It's been a long, twisted road, but I'm not about to let up now.

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Well, it's been quite a journey, and I'll be damned if I can remember what day it is anymore. Let me walk you through it. My stepfather, Raven, who happens to be the Head God of the Pacific Northwest Pantheon, made the brilliant decision to chain up my younger brother, Michael, to the highest damn mountain I've ever laid eyes on.

Now, you see, this wasn't your run-of-the-mill family dispute. It was a desperate move, driven by the madness that had taken hold of Michael. A few years later, he managed to break free from those chains. At that point, after what to Mary and Ignatius, my main goal was to ensure the safety of the rest of my siblings. I wanted to scatter them to the wind, to keep them as far away from Michael as possible.

But let me tell you, things got real crazy real fast. I discovered that gods are real – a revelation that turned my understanding of the world upside down. To make matters even more complicated, it turns out that the dead don't always stay quietly dead. And wouldn't you know it, Michael had gotten himself mixed up with a bunch of lunatics calling themselves the Devil Hunters. Yeah, I know, it's a stupid name.

Now, here's the kicker – Michael's always changing his name to stay one step ahead of me. I've known him by so many aliases, from Michael Butterfield to Mike Jackson Bartholomew the III, and then there was that Wingleheimer phase... Anyway, I digress.

I'm on the brink of finding him now. Rumor has it that he's locked in some rivalry with one of the leaders of the Mighty Mutanimals, a guy they call Old Hob. My plan? Get information from Old Hob and finally put Michael in the goddamn ground once and for all. It's been a long, twisted road, but I'm not about to let up now.