[13.00: Static]

[psychoticracer]

[His voice is weary from blood loss and strained from the pain. Sounds ever so slightly delerious, but no less savage and cruel.]

Redd... y'better hope I never find out what deck you're on. Fuckin' pray. Bloody coward.As for th'rest of you... buncha milk sops on this fuckin' boat. I'd a'thought better of some of you. Or worse. Whatever

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[Static // I think you hit a button o.O;]

[psychoticracer]

Spare me the patronizing attitude. You must think I’ve never been “taught a lesson” before. That I never got smacked down? That I never had to play safe before a figure of authority? Been there, been there, and done that. But guess what?

I learned something else entirely. It’s not fucking WORTH IT. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and all those people who tried to rein me in, make me civilized, teach me respect?? THEY just made me MORE of what I AM!! Pain is inconsequential - confinement is temporary - even DEATH doesn’t last anymore!

[The tone of his voice shifts, becoming lyrical, almost sing-song, then becomes louder before devolving into a triumphant snarl. His psychosis is showing.]

So if these things don’t bother me, why should I stop, eh? THAT’S what doesn’t make bloody sense!! Lose myself, soften myself, become a rat skulking in the corners and darting out for a hit now and then - or RULE them, let them KNOW there’s a monster come out of the closet?

Feh, but I wouldn’t expect you to understand that. They’ve hobbled you, intimidated you. You let them, and you want to drag me down too, because you can’t STAND to see someone else living as you SHOULD.

Live as what you are, or DIE. That’s the ONLY THING that matters to me. They can beat me, drug me, chop pieces off - but the can only CHANGE me with my consent. And I will not give them that.

[Click.]

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[thiefshonor]

Yes, I was right.

Nothing alike. Nothing at all.