Army of The Fallen
It's not so bad being a cripple. There's something in the air of the Chumcity building - something cursed about the walls lately. See, there are others like me. Others hobbling around on crutches and casts - some in air casts, some without crutches, all learning what life is like without total mobility. We pass with knowing glances in our eyes, me and these fallen comrades. People from the fifth floor I never would have otherwise spoken to, employees from the basement who I may not have otherwise noticed. We discuss our injuries and compare time lines of cast imprisonment. We name drop others like us and raise our eyebrows at the sheer number of recent accidents. Yes, the building is cursed, it may seem. But it's ok, because I have bionic arms now.