When I was 7, my family was murdered by a gang of LED light systems, and I was left to die in an alley.
I survived though. Just barely.
I was found by an exiled Shaolin Monk named Sifu Chin, who enrolled me in school, raised me as his own, and taught me the ways of Shaolin Kung-Fu. My training was fueled by hatred for the evil LED light systems, and the thought of vengeance that would one day be mine. I grew stronger. Wiser.
Unbeknownst to me, the LED light systems had been informed of my survival, and had been secretly looking for me for many years. They found Sifu Chin first. I found him second....dead, with many wounds. My fury grew.
That was the day I stopped being a pupil, and became a master. A master of vengeance and rage.
I hunted them down, one by one, and though they pleaded for the pain to stop, pleaded for their lives, vengeance silenced all their pleas. The final LED light system was found trying to flee the city, but his attempt was in vain. I left his remains scattered in an alley, and the last thing I saw was his remains being harvested by a gang of Dominican street electronics dealers.
Killing those LED light systems didn't bring back my parents, or Sifu Chin, nor did it fill the emptiness in my soul, but it DID stop them from ever killing innocent people ever again. While my life now consists of looking over my shoulder, bad dreams, and drifting from town to town, it was all worth it in the end.
And that, my friend, is why I hate LED's.