Ah yes. I recall such a tale. It started off innocently enough with a few curses thrown at a man of bats, but eventually, his rage grew. He was no longer able to enjoy life as it was. He was always striving for more. He needed it. Roaming the lands, cursing all those fool enough to cross his path, he struck down foe after foe, but their blood could not sate his thirst. He yearned for a true challenge. A revolution. A revolution of dance. Dance.
I'm off.
Hercules could kick Testicles' scrawny ass.