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((ooc; a little late, but I lost track of time! Writing this before I crash... >.> it's not THAT late.))
Yeah, now I understand. That asshole had another motivation during the endless daylight over the weekend. He's from my world; America to be precise. They learned about me. I'm under the radar. Fuck. They want Amamiya just like the rest.
Back before I got complimented, my programming was blitzy. I had fun killing. The programming made sense in logic as it does now, but it was a lot more ruthless. I was a lot more ruthless. Do what I fucking want, and I'll do what you fucking want. Beat the hell out of when I was still being prepared. Abusive keepers and electroshock therapy behind muzzle and straight jacket isn't exactly kosher. But they should feel proud that I reall am an upgrade from the original. I'm younger than he was before he became a real problem for Gakuso, and I have a higher death count. They at least did that right. Sucks to be them that Nishizono Shinji is just a highly independent guy. Suck it.
But back to the jock. Fucking asshole. My cover's blown, but they're careful here because MDEA will kick their asses for killing people without permission. Because that's how governments really work. At least in my world. There's no lines defining this and that. The superior elite, Gakuso, Illuminati. Different names, same club house. A bunch of scrawny dicked politicians and their Satan-worshipping fucktard families, who go through physicals to make sure that they're healthy enough to be in the know. Betraying or becoming unworthy earns you suicide by three shots to the back of your skull and your family killed in a car crash. Or maybe you'll be lucky enough to have "killed" their asses before you killed yourself.
It's gonna fuckin' pick up. And everyone's gone aside from Poland and Okasan. And this burn from the taser isn't healing. I should be used to it. This was my life growing up. Can't kill if you're gonna be a pussy about every stab and gun wound. The only thing I can't handle entirely are the voices from the people I've body-jacked. And in the end, I mean jack shit. They want Amamiya-san, and then they'll just kill me if they win.
Oh well. Let 'em come. I'll wash the streets with their blood before I let them fuck another one'a their "pets" over and kill the uninvolved. Though really, more people in the world and Desai are involved even if they don't know it. That's where the concept of sleepers came from. People aren't gonna like it when I gotta start really workin'.
I am Nishizono Tetora, after all. Natural born killer. Heh.
...wonder if Taiwan's free before I get busy with shit.
Yeah, now I understand. That asshole had another motivation during the endless daylight over the weekend. He's from my world; America to be precise. They learned about me. I'm under the radar. Fuck. They want Amamiya just like the rest.
Back before I got complimented, my programming was blitzy. I had fun killing. The programming made sense in logic as it does now, but it was a lot more ruthless. I was a lot more ruthless. Do what I fucking want, and I'll do what you fucking want. Beat the hell out of when I was still being prepared. Abusive keepers and electroshock therapy behind muzzle and straight jacket isn't exactly kosher. But they should feel proud that I reall am an upgrade from the original. I'm younger than he was before he became a real problem for Gakuso, and I have a higher death count. They at least did that right. Sucks to be them that Nishizono Shinji is just a highly independent guy. Suck it.
But back to the jock. Fucking asshole. My cover's blown, but they're careful here because MDEA will kick their asses for killing people without permission. Because that's how governments really work. At least in my world. There's no lines defining this and that. The superior elite, Gakuso, Illuminati. Different names, same club house. A bunch of scrawny dicked politicians and their Satan-worshipping fucktard families, who go through physicals to make sure that they're healthy enough to be in the know. Betraying or becoming unworthy earns you suicide by three shots to the back of your skull and your family killed in a car crash. Or maybe you'll be lucky enough to have "killed" their asses before you killed yourself.
It's gonna fuckin' pick up. And everyone's gone aside from Poland and Okasan. And this burn from the taser isn't healing. I should be used to it. This was my life growing up. Can't kill if you're gonna be a pussy about every stab and gun wound. The only thing I can't handle entirely are the voices from the people I've body-jacked. And in the end, I mean jack shit. They want Amamiya-san, and then they'll just kill me if they win.
Oh well. Let 'em come. I'll wash the streets with their blood before I let them fuck another one'a their "pets" over and kill the uninvolved. Though really, more people in the world and Desai are involved even if they don't know it. That's where the concept of sleepers came from. People aren't gonna like it when I gotta start really workin'.
I am Nishizono Tetora, after all. Natural born killer. Heh.
...wonder if Taiwan's free before I get busy with shit.