Well journal, remember that Dr. Allister girl from a while back? One with the funky leg? Yeah, went to see her lately, see what was up with her offer of 'replacement parts', and, well, I ain't one to shy away from artificial limbs, now am I? Ha, yeah, got this sweet new cybernetic finger replacing ol' lefty, finally, and some plating over my stomach to replace the scar tissue, damn smooth lookin' too. Now, sure, this derails my plans of gettin' back in the ring with the big boys, but, well, those boys ain't so big anymore, y'know what I mean? With all these Ghouls and Lightning Elk and what have your runnin' about, and that supposed Strongest Man in the World, Mark Collins, wrestling down a damn Kraken, I gotta say, it's lookin' like there's a whole new arena to be fightin' in, and, well, I did promise that Dr. Allister girl I'd advertise her products, what better way than grabbing a camera crew, hunting down one of the big bastards, and hammering them into the fucking ground!

Now, I've heard about all sorts of these critters and horrors and whatever else running around on the news, the big thing here is picking one to fight! Oh boy, I can already feel my hearts pumping, let's see... electric deer? I'm pretty metallic, probably best to hold off until I can check how insulated I am... What're those, giant rats? Eh, it's a start. Nothing incredible, but there could be enough of 'em to make up the difference, and I sure as shit want to show that big cat bastard how much the Pain Train has on him! I'm even a better mouser than that fucker!

Well, here it is, the day comes at last. I'm gonna be hunting down a magical creature, and breaking it's damn spine. I've looked through the papers, the news, everywhere, and I've picked my target, these crazy fire-breathing rats they got down in Chicago. Once I'm done with them things, the whole country's gonna know Dan Steel is back, and he's better than ever.

For my new gear, Doc Weel fitted me with a more full body upgrade, reinforcements all around, protection against bleeding out, hell, even loaded a couple shotguns into my fists without makin' 'em anymore likely to break, somehow. Things slide right outta my knuckles, bit weaker than a normal shotgun, but I reckon that's more to do with the size than any flaw in the design, and having a ranged option is gonna be a hell of an advantage in any future jobs, 'specially as I won't have to carry 'em with me, or bother with a holster or none of that nonsense, no sirree, just bring up ol' lefty and righty for a brawl, and then, right as they think they've got me, POW POW POW! Dan Steel unleashes hell, like on o' them whatchamacallits the kids are into these days, a Ha-doe-ken, I think it's called. Heh, gonna have to shout that one at some damn kids when I use it on 'em at some point, God knows some upjumped teens are going to think they can get one over on this old man.