MURDER
"Kill the volume"
Vladivolt said;
"I think they got the message."
The old man and his fat wife who had been walking down the street with a look of aged hate from the bowels of something he was wrong about so many moons ago. He waddled up screaming and waving his cane:
"YOU'RE A RUFFIAN, THAT'S ALL!!!
YOU JUST ABUSE THE ELDERLY AND THE OLD,
FILL THE WORLD WITH PAIN AS WE JUST WANT
A PEACEFUL END!!!"
Vladivolt, considered this,
for approximately seven seconds,
at which point the knife was already armed.
Knife knife knife knife in
and a heap fell to the floor, too late to scream.....
Vladivolt signalled to his backup to throw the body in the truck.
The truck was very well built, military grade,
and it had an open back. So Kristov threw the body in, and
got in the passenger side door.
The team drove off down the road.....
Vladivolt heard an update on his phone, which was strange because he had notifications turned off. With one hand on the steering wheel, he checked his phone, and there was the brand new app.
A red swastika, behind a black background, the app was named:
MURDER
Pawing through the categories, he saw, snuff, murder, rape, pornography, voyeurism and hidden cams, and other far less pleasant elements, and as well as that there were military email inboxes, access to military computers and spy equipment, another category called missions, and an assortment of other interesting things, placing his gaze down, upon, one enrapturating visceral option, PLAYER.
And in the lower region of the screen, was a score: 0.
He brought the truck to a rest near the station.
Pulled over to the side of the road.
The player option, was just a hidden cam, they'd hacked into this guy's phone, and they were watching him, he was actually very entertaining to watch. His wife was old but cute, she had a baby on the way.
Vladivolt pawed through the missions with increasing interest.
You could earn credits for performing various activities relating to the player.
SMUGGLE IN A WEAPON FOR PLAYER
5000 credits
CHEAT WITH PLAYER CHARACTER
15000 credits
KILL AN ENEMY IN PLAYER'S NAME
400 credits
GIVE PLAYER AN STD
50000 credits
KILL PLAYER CHARACTER
1000000 credits
KILL PRIME MINISTER
1000000 credits
KILL SECRET AGENT/SPY
4000 credits
STEAL SOMETHING BELONGING TO THE PLAYER
300 credits
RETURN THE PLAYER'S WEDDING RING
1000000 credits
KILL/RAPE THE PLAYER'S WIFE
3000 credits
PROTECT THE PLAYER'S WIFE/CHILD FROM HARM
10000 credits
KILL GOVERNMENT EMPLOYEE
5000 credits
PLAYER COMMITS SUICIDE
600000 credits
AVENGE PLAYER'S SUICIDE
50000000 credits
KILL ALL LIFE ON PLANET EARTH
50000000 credits
PROTECT/HURT PLAYER'S ANIMAL
600 credits
DETONATE NUKE
100000 credits
RELEASE NEW VIRUS STRAIN
120000 credits
The list immediately gave Vladivolt a sick feeling.
Paying his way through the categories again, he saw quickly that the sickest shit was pay to watch only, with maybe some sick previews or something. You could also buy weapons and ammunition, drugs, pharmaceuticals, crypto, AI and automation, assaination devices, purchase advanced spy access, spy on celebrities or other agents, or just convert your credits to cash in any currency....
He looked around frantically, looking for anyone who might be watching him.
It was a public street, there were many people there, two folk walking down the traintracks.
A cop checking ID and issuing tickets.
The player was writing at his computer, Listening to one of his own songs.
He cavorted with his wife for a while, grappling with her breasts.
Then playing with the cats, and moving the cage into the dog's obstruction.
You could look through archives of the PLAYER's best moments, classic songs, classic insults and fights and arguments, you could buy access to footage of the player getting smacked or hurt in some way. There were also sections detailing picture after picture of dead agents, who had died attempting to hurt or inconvenience the player. You could watch them die in various unpleasant ways. Some of them died from radiation in their phone.
The app detailed specs of a device affixed within all modern cellphones,
it could kill you with a lethal dose of radition at any time deemed necessary.
The cop walked up to Vladivolt,
"Do you have a parking pass for that vehicle"
he said in a casual manner.....
"No sir" said Vlad
"I don't."
"That's ok."
said the officer chummily
He pulled out a pistol from his front pocket. "Ganking a new agent is easy money."
[x]
[VLAD DEAD]
[BRUTIS GAINS 4000 credits]
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PROLOGUE OVER
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CHAPTER 1 - SECTION 1
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Crystal sat in a bar near the downtown marina. Covid restrictions were still in effect, but this far into a bad part of town, police dared not enter, not even to shut down local businesses, such was the gravity of the crime in that part of town. She reached for a lighter, thumbing her pistol briefly as she retrieved it. Crystal lit her flavored cigarette, and retrieved a deep pull, feeling relaxed. She paid for her drink and left the bar, and returned to her car, nobody she recognized was there.
She opened up the Murder App, in her inbox were all the new players who did not have the means or the brains yet to go dark, one or two of them had already died, Brutis was having a busy night. Just to be sure, she checked her dark status, she had bought level 5 security, enough to keep most prying eyes from joining in on her day, but if you were rich enough or high up enough in a government, you could see through it. She wondered who was watching her.
What was the PLAYER up to?
He was listening to music, cutely, and working on his writings, a lot of that day was devoted to his political ambitions, so he was tweeting vociferously. The new song, Memory Leak, really stuck with her. She had to do it.
"The political campaign is a better idea than you think." she mused, with a smile.
She pondered this creature, by all rights he was an ordinary man, well no.... that's not quite correct, he was not ordinary, but ..... She started searching through the death scenes of the many criminals and spies who had died trying to hurt or inconvenience the player.
Some of them were really gruesome, people went to town on them because they knew they were being recorded and wanted the sick street cred or something, or just to send some crook politician's message home real well. The women didn't have a good time of it, some of them were raped before they died, some of them were a permanent fixture on the nets locked behind a paywall from the mouth of hell.
She had avoided, purchasing them, for obvious reasons.
Through the city she sped.
Through to the downtown district.
She already knew where his condo was,
Everybody did.
Security wasn't THAT bad but just driving through here
she would attract the attention of any number of agencies, groups,
and interests.
The car was new, she had picked it off a couple she had found and killed for points to buy some upgrades to her rig. The PLAYER was talking to his dog.... :\ He had promised to bring the gate and chair down to the garbage area, he was late, but she had accounted for this. She parked in vehicle storage and walked outside, then used a dub of the key she had bought to slip into the garbage room.
He would be coming through here soon, he was already in the elevator.
She waited just out of sight by where she figured he would go, she had a gun concealed in her hand, behind a bouquet of roses.
THE PLAYER'S WIFE was watching her through her phone. Such a pretty little one had made her way in here, she mused, and pressed a button to signal her men to move in. A security camera shot poor Crystal in the neck with a tranquilizer, She fell to the floor confused.
Crystal awoke in a pink padded room surrounded by video cameras, she already knew what was about to occur. She was dressed in attractive lingerie, done up in heavy makeup. She screamed.
12 large men wandered into the room, with grins the size of whales on their faces.
She screamed again.
One of them walked up with a pair of handcuffs, grappling with her briefly as he locked them behind her back. "The PLAYER sends his thanks and regards" he smiled as he said.
Brutis grinned as he saw her name come up on the list of new arrivals.
[CRYSTAL DARK FOOTAGE - Volume 1, Chapter 1]
He immediately purchased a ticket to
the live show,
and a lifetime subscription.
This is something he had been waiting
for, since her first saw her face in the noob section,
3 years ago.
She screamed,
muffled by choking.
And it began.
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chapter 2:
the following work is a work of fiction, it in no way resembles reality, at times,
real situations have been used for satirical purposes, and the purposes of writing good
science fiction.
HAVE A GOOD DAY
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IN THE YEAR 2000:
A HOPELESS YOUNG FOOL OF A MORON WAS BORN TO THE WORLD, BY THE NAME OF BRENDAN S. ROSE. SORRY, A MORON PRESIDENT WAS BORN, AND AS HE OPENED HIS FOOLISH EYES, HE SAW THE WORLD THAT BELONGED TO ME, AND DETERMINED THAT WE WOULD BE HAVING SOME FUN NOW.
THE BABY BOY WAS VERY HAPPY TO SEE THIS MAN RAMPAGING THROUGH THE WORLD. FOR INSTANCE AT COLUMBINE HIGHSCHOOL, A FEW YEARS BEFORE, MASSIVE NUMBERS OF PEOPLE HAD BEEN SHOT AND WOUNDED AS A GIFT TO HIM, DUE TO THE FACT THAT THEY WERE POLITICALLY CONNECTED THROUGH THE DOCTORS ATTEMPTING TO MURDER THEM BOTH, WITH LETHAL DOSES OF EXPERIMENTAL MEDICINES NOW BANNED UNDER LAW.
IN THE YEAR 2001:
TO THE BABY'S GREAT SHOCK AND DISPLEASURE, SEVERAL LARGE BUILDINGS COLLAPSED IN HIS COUNTRY. SEARCHING DESPERATELY TO FIND THE TARGETS, HE SHUFFLED THE SAUDI ROYAL OUT, KNOWING IN CERTAINTY AFTER THE INTERROGATION THAT THEY WERE INNOCENT OF THE CRIME.
THE PRINCE HAD DONE SO.
BUT WHAT WAS THE BABY TO DO? HE WAS ONLY A FEW YEARS OLD, HE DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO. SO HE PILLAGED IRAQ AND PAKISTAN AND AFGHANISTAN, OUT OF PURE GODDAMN CONFUSION AS TO WHO HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BLAME, WHEN THE NAME WAS ILLEGAL AND CLASSIFIED.
IN THE YEAR 2002:
THE PRINCE HAD BEEN RUNNING AROUND TRYING TO GET LAID WITH WHORES OF NO VALUE, DEALING IN CARDS WITH PIGS NOW STABBED IN THE BACK, AND DEAD, LONG LONG AGO.
NEVER LEAVING DESCENDANTS, THESE PEOPLE WOULD BE GONE SOON, BUT THE PRINCE WAS VERY TAKEN WITH THE WHORE. SO HE WAS WASTING VALUABLE TIME, THE SACRIFICES EMERGED IN THE FEW MILLIONS, IT WAS THE SPECTACLE OF THE BUILDINGS WHICH HAD IMPRESSED THE PRINCE, NOT THE SACRIFICES.
IN THE YEAR 2003:
THE PRINCE DEMANDED A DEMOCRATIC VICTORY AGAINST THE STUPID AND FOOLISH BABY WHO OFFENDED HIS SIGHT.
THEY REJECTED IT
AT THIS POINT THE PRINCE BEGAN PLANNING THEIR GENOCIDE
THE OFFENSE WAS SUFFICIENT.
IN THE YEAR 2004:
THESE PEOPLE WERE VERY FOOLISH.
THE PRINCE HAD A FAVORITE PET, IT WAS THE PETS JOB TO SECURE A DEMOCRATIC VICTORY. THE BEST WRANGLED AND THE PEST BEGGED AND THE PEST WAS A PEST AND THE PEST WAS STUPID, AND FOOLISH, AND DEAD IF HE FAILED.
In the year 2005:
HE DIED.
HE LEFT BEHIND PAPERS, PROPAGANDA PAPERS,
IMPORANT ONES, ACTUALLY, HE WAS SPILLING SECRETS....
HE DIED.
HIS WIFE SAT FOR A LONG TIME BEFORE SHE DIED OF SOMETHING.
THE PRINCE WOULD LATER WATCH HIS FRIENDS VERY CAREFULLY,
TO SEE IF THEY WOULD SQUEAL OR NOT. BUT THEY DID NOT, SO HE
WATCHED THEM DIE, OF NATURAL CAUSES.
IN THE YEAR 2006:
THE PROPAGANDA PAPERS WERE SPILLING OUT INTO THE FILTH, THE FILTH ABSORBED THEM LIKE FUCKING, SQUEEGIES. THE PEOPLE WERE SO FILLED WITH PROPAGANDA, IT WAS OOZING OUT THEIR EYES.
THE PRINCE WAS SHUFFLING AROUND ON THE INTERNET, LOOKING UP SPY MANIFESTOS FROM TERRORISTS, FINALLY HE REQUESTED A BEHEADING, SO THE PEOPLE DID AS HE COMMANDED, AND A BEHEADING WAS PROVIDED, AND VIEWED, BY THE PRINCE.
THE PRINCE WAS SHOCKED BY THIS,
HOW UGLY WERE HIS SCREAMS.
IN THE YEAR 2007:
OFFENSED PILED UPON OFFENSE.
NO MONEY GIVEN, BUT PLENTY OF HASSLE, FAKE SHIT FROM FAKE COPS, DOCTORS WHICH MEANS POLITICIANS, SWOOPING IN FOR A TASTE OF THE BRAIN, BEFORE IT GOT STARTED IN EARNEST.
THE MAN HAD ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A PROPAGANDIST.
SO A PROPAGANDIST HE WOULD BE.
THEY GAVE HIM GARBAGE, HUMAN WASTE TO FUCK.
IN THE YEAR 2008:
THE BODIES HAD BEGUN PILING UP, THE BABIES FIRST MASSACRE HAD BEEN MOSTLY A SUCCESS. EXCEPT, IT OCCURRED TO THE BABY, THAT THAT WHORE WAS AN INFORGIVABLE INSULT, AND THAT WHORE WAS AN UNFORGIVABLE INSULT, AND THAT WHORE WAS AN UNFORGIVABLE INSULT AND THAT WHORE WAS AN UNFORGIVABLE INSULT.
SO AS WE BEGAN KILLING THEM ALL,
UNTIL THERE WAS NONE OF THEM LEFT.
IT WAS NECESSARY TO MAKE THE DEATHS HARDER, AND WORSE, AND MORE GRIEVIOUS AND MORE VIOLENT AND MORE CRAZY, AND THAT THEY HAD GOTTEN WEAK, AND PATHETIC, AND SICK IN THE HEAD, SNIFFING THEIR OWN FARTS TOO MUCH. THEY NEEDED A LESSON, NOT A NEDDLE IN THE ARM.
THE GARBAGE FED INTO HIS VEINS DEVOURED ALL OF HIS YOUTHFUL AND HAPPY YEARS.
SO THE BEAST KILLED, AND THEY REVENGED AGAINST THE PRINCE, AND STOLE MORE LOVE, AND HEARTS, AND FUN, AND GOOD THINGS. STOLE EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE ENTIRE WORLD, LEFT HIM DESTITIUTE WITH NOTHING, NO MONEY, NO REPSECT, NO GODDAMN FUCKING ANYTHING.....
HE STOPPED TO CONSIDER JON STEWART
THE FIRST TO SPEAK TO HIM ABOUT THESE THINGS.
HIS WORTHLESS WHORE, OF THE WEEK, INFORMED HIM HE SHOULD GO
ASK POLITICALLY CONNECTED DOCTORS TO RUIN HIS ENTIRE LIFE AND SOUL FOREVER AND NEVER HAVE A REALTIONSHIP AGAIN:
because she was a whore, and angry mean little whore,
with a few too much brains, and not enough of them to give a ounce of respect.
NO, JUST A BITCH
SHE WOULD BE GOING ON 36 AT THIS POINT, AS SHE FUCKED HER WAY TO VICTORY, THE REWARD WAS WHAT AT THIS POINT????
WAS NOTHING OF VALUE CREATED????
WAS LESS THAN NOTHING CREATED????
THE PRINCE BARELY KNEW OR CARED.
THE GARBAGE WAS WHAT THE GARBAGE WAS,
HE JUST WANTED TO GET HIS DICK OUT OF CRAZY.
In the year 2009:
THE PEOPLE GAVE HIM HIS DEMOCRATIC VICTORY
EXPECTING THIS TO IMPRESS HIM, IT DID NOT.
THE PRINCE SAT GIVING HIS PROPAGANDA BROADCASTS.
THESE YEARS WOULD NOT BE RECORDED MUCH.
A GOOD BOOK WAS WRITTEN, SOMETHING WORTHY OF THE ASSORTED GENOCIDES PILED BEFORE DURING AND AFTER HIM, A GOOD SOLID BOOK WHICH WOULD JUSTIFY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.
HE WOULD LATER SIT DOWN AND WRITE 'better' BOOKS. MANY OF THEM, BUT THAT WORK SAT IN THEIR BELLY LIKE A PIECE OF POISON.
THE DOCTORS DEMANDED ACCESS TO THE BOOK,
THEY WANTED TO GET THEIR LOOK IN ON IT.
THE PRINCE WANTED TO BE FREE WHEN OBAMA GOT HE REELECTION, BUT THEY WANTED IN ON THE BOOK, SO THEY GOT IN ON THE BOOK, THEY WENT INTO THE BOOK LIKE A WOOD CHIPPER. THEY WOULD.
AS THEY brrrrrrrrrrED OUT THE OTHER SIDE.
THE PRINCE SHRUGGED THEM OFF.
THEY LIVED IN SQUALOR.
IN 2016:
THE PRINCE RETRIEVED CONTROL OVER THE WHITE HOUSE, THE CIA, THE COMMUNIST PARTY OF CHINA, THE WEAPONS OF RUSSIA AND NORTH KOREA, AND EVERY SPY AGENCY ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH WAS WATCHING HIM WRITE THIS BOOK.
THE PEOPLE WERE RENDERED TO ABJECT PROVERTY,
THEY WERE FORCED INTO CAMPS AND MARCHED THROUGH THE STREETS, CARRING THINGS THEY ONCE VALUED LIKE OLD PICTURES OF THEIR BABIES AND FAMILIES, THEIR TREASURED DIARIES, AND WHATEVER THE PERSON VALUED IN SOME MANNER, ENOUGH OF THEM THAT IT WOULD HURT TO CARRY, THEN THEY MARCHED THEM AT GUNPOINT THROUGH THE STREEETS. UNTIL THEIR FEET WERE BROKEN AND BLEEDING.
THE PEOPLE WERE DEPRIVED OF FOOD, THEY HAD TO EAT GARBAGE AND FLIES TO SURVIVE.
FOREVER THROUGHOUT THE PROCESS THEY WOULD BE HOMICIDALLY HASSLED BY POLICE OFFICER AND PSYCHE DOCTORS, IMPRISONED IN PSYCHIATRIC PRISONS WHERE THEY WERE DEPRIVED NOT GIVEN THEIR MEDICATION, AND TORTURED BEYOND CONCEPTION, BY THE EVIL DOCTORS AND THEIR POLITICALLY CONNECTED MASTERS.
THEY WERE COUGHED OUT INTO THE STREETS AND PROSTITUTED TO ELDERLY CLIENTEL, TAKEN AS WIVES AND HUSBANDS AND BOUGHT FOR A FEW MEALS AND A HAPPY WORD.
WHICH WAS BETTER THAN DEATH IN THE STREETS,
OR DEALING WITH THE MINIONS OF THE PRINCE.
SHOULD THEY FAIL AT THIS, SUCH ABJECT POVERTY AWAITED THEM, IN THEIR PERMANTNLY UNEMPLOYABLE CERB PARASITE STATUS, NOW TATTOOED ON THEIR HEADS, THAT THEIR COLLAPSING HOUSES, WOULD BE SO FILLED WITH ROACHES, RATS AND PARASITES, THAT THEY COULD NOT EVEN BUY A FUCKING PIZZA, WITHOUT THE ROACHES CLIMBING UP THEIR ARMS, THEIR PETS WERE GRUESOMELY MURDERED.
THEN THE PEOPLE WERE ROUNDED UP AND SUJECTED TO NOISE TORTURE.
DEVICES WERE PLACED IN THEIR EARS.
THE CHILDREN WERE GIVEN SMALL DEVICES, WHICH COULD AT ANY TIME SET OFF THE BUZZERS PLACED IN THE CERB PARASITES EARS.
AT FIRST THEY JUST USED IT TO ANNOY, FOR THE FIRST FEW YEARS, ANYONE ON CERB, WOULD FIND A SHOCK IN THEIR EARS EVERY TIME A CHILD DISLIKED THEM. SOON, THE TORTURE BECAME MORE COMMONPLACE, EVENTUALLY, THE CHILDREN ALL GOT TOGETHER, AND VOTED TO SET THE NOISE BUZZERS ON PERMANT ON MODE.
SO THE CERB PARASITES ROLLED AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND ON THE FLOOR, SCREAMING TO SHUT THEM OFF, BUT NO ONE CAME TO SAVE THEM, NO ONE SHUT THEM OFF, AND THEY HEARD UNTHINKABLE, SHRIEKING, IMPOSSIBLE NOISE, EVERYY DAY, FOR THE REST OF THEIR EXISTENCE.
IN THE YEAR 2020:
With mother defeated, in a jail cell for the rest of her life.
The young man now turned his gazes on his wife, who was hurting him, and mistreating him, and treating him like crap, and playing the cheating game, again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
She was kicked out, on a domestic violence charge.
The baby's name would be : VICTOR CHAD ROSE
The woman fumbled around, trying to find a name for her baby. Having no clue, whether or not the baby was his or not. Sorry, BABY????
It's 2021:
baby is beginning: SHE HAS CROSSED LINES NOW,
SHE HAS BEEN DONE FROM DAY 1, I STUCK AROUND OUT OF PITY.
SO HE IS MOVING INTO HIS DIVORCE.
THE GIRL IS DONE ON ANIMAL THREAT CHARGES.
BUT HE DOESN'T NEED TO DO THAT.
THE GIRL IS DONE ON BREAKING HER BAIL CONDITIONS.
BUT HE DOESN'T NEED TO DO THAT.
BUT WHEN HE WALKS INTO COURT, HE WILL TELL THE TRUTH.
HE IS SMART, HE IS CORRECT.
HE WILL WIN THE ENGAGEMENT, AND WALK AWAY HAPPY.
HE WILL LIVE HIS LIFE, HAPPY.
AWAY FROM HER.
THE CHILD WILL RECIVE SUPPORT, IF HIS NAME IS VICTOR CHAD ROSE,
IF NOT....
"No Victor, your name is not spite."
no but my name IS spite
"No Victor, you are Victor, not spite....
when mom changes your name back,
I'll help."
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INTERCESSION
[THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF FICTION,
IT IN NO WAY RESEMBLES REALITY,
THIS IS NOT AN ENDORSEMENT OF
ANY ILLEGAL ACTIVITY.
THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT HAVE HATE AGAINST
ANYONE ON THE BASIS OF RACE, IT IS BASED ON
BEING A CERB PARASITE.
THE AUTHOR WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY WITH A WOMAN
OF ANY RACE, WHO LOOKED GOOD.]
[...the world died...]
i had forgotten in the haze of laughter.
A young man named Xi Jinping,
had given the man a wedding gift.
The whore was a little politically connected,
just enough to have two halfs of a brain.
But Xi decided to explain to the people,
that they were all completely dead.
There weren't just going to die,
they were going fall apart in the streets,
like rotting apples, one by one, rotting apples.
Just like the corpses he had murdered, and viewed, as a young man.
They would one day sit in a studio.
Rotting as a science experiment,
as we sat in mansions, far far away,
unaffected and untouched, sending out POKEMON MEMES
at the people begging for food and mercy and humanity and
please please she's my daughter.
We would just sit there and watch as they were massacred beyond
the conception or ability of a person to massacre.
At the time, THE PRINCE, had been having some fun with a few low level rebellions.
He'd taken the muslims and driven them into a frenzy, taken the christians and driven them
into a frenzy, taken the atheists and driven them into a frenzy, and absorbed any other religion
left into LUCIFERIANISM.
MY RELIGION.
MY BIGGER RELIGION.
He looked at the women he COULD have. If he wanted.
There was one, playing games, either having a hymen or not, she would be his wife
if she existed. Doesn't matter.
There was a girl there.
But that didn't matter.
I have now, a big giant house, and a big bundle of cash to throw around.
LOTS OF MONEY, MONEY EVERY MONTH, EASILY ENOUGH TO BUY ANY GIRL
I GODDAMN FUCKING WANTED.
Only a fool would reject me now, at this point,
you would have to have gone completely insane to do it.
He can have anything he wants now,
he is free.
BRENDAN S. ROSE
======================>>>>> wakes up
2022:
WAR IS BEGINNING.
The enemy, anyone in a SUIT.
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he beat down a few fools, when needed, ran from and respected spart people, when needed.
And one day a fool would go too far, break one too many laws, while too drunk, and die.
And the man would be out in one day on a clear cut, videotaped, case of
SELF DEFENSE.
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