Nephilim Dante kicked his boots up onto the counter of his dimly lit trailer, cracking open a cold, syrupy energy drink. Noticing OVER-1 brooding over some harsh online reviews and viewer complaints, Dante let out a smirk.
"Hey, look, man," Dante began, leaning over to sling an arm around OVER-1. "You're stressed about those nobodies? Don't let the critics get you down. I mean, look at me. I've been called a 'gay cowboy', a 'try-hard emo', and a total disaster by half the internet—and half the time I don't even know what color my own hair is. But you know what I do when a bunch of loud-mouthed trash talks my work? I flip 'em the bird, rev up Rebellion, and blow a giant hole through the next demon who tells me how to live my life. You’ve got your own style, and you're fighting the good fight. Let the critics cry all they want. Just be you, kick some ass, and try to have a little fun while the world burns."