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Preface to an outline, "This Too Shall Pass."

Having been conceived over ten years ago, it has long puzzled me that no other accounts of these events have been published.

Yes, it was more than a decade ago when I first set out with my friend, JB, to write the story of the Beatdown Squad and its fateful encounters with that infamous Mass Murder Guy. We got so far as a rough script detailing the Squad's misadventures in a nameless prison--a tale which housed the origin of the Squad's interest in Mass Murder. After accomplishing an outline of what would follow, the project foundered.

However, my involvement did not end there, nor did I cease involving others. I cannot say how many people I have regaled with the Squad's exploits, but surely it was enough for someone else to take up this task. The Beatdown Squad and Mass Murder Guy will not leave me alone. They insist their story be told. I cannot express how bitter their persistence has made me.

Their demands can be resisted no longer. Well, fine then. In some measure of vengeance, I have decided to forego any retelling of their prison travails. I hope it eats them up at night.

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