LOBO3315a
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what what!? Missing the origin of the mask I fully give you, but how does changing a small aspect of the kidnapped girl flashback "butcher" all of Rorschach's story!?
Because it changed him from a vigilante (someone who seeks justice outside the law) into a killer (someone who kills helpless people).
Chaining a guy to a pipe, putting a hacksaw in front of him, dousing the place with gasoline all in silence while the guy literally confesses to killing Blaire Roche, and saying telling him Shouldnt bother trying to saw through handcuffs. Never make it in time, is much different than driving a meat cleaver into the same guy's skull 15 or 20 times.
There's an element of giving Grice a chance at redemption in the book that isn't in the movie. When Grice dies instead of redeeming himself in the book, Rocharch's statement to Dr. Long is poetic.
Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. Its us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. Does that answer your questions, Doctor?
If that wasn't a 'butchering', I don't know what is....