726 Anderson Lane; Saturday morning
[Every morning, a row of fresh milk bottles greets the first resident to step foot out onto the front porch of 726 Anderson Lane. Today, the foot belongs to Slugger. After witnessing firsthand what sort of punishment awaited those who didn't go along with the Milkman's latest folly, he's decided that straight-up
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Even while being droned, Clod remembered Slugger and his words to her. She didn't expect she would be droned... not after drinking the milk anyway.
She walks over to Slugger, but along the way, she notices that he's spitting out razor blades.]
... The milkman. He enjoys hiding all of these... surprises inside his milk.
Sometimes, he doesn't put anything into them.
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No, I'm the reason why the Messiah was necessary. I am the end of the world.
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I wanted to share my suffering with everybody else. It wasn't fair that they didn't know that I was in pain. I brought them their end and offered them a new beginning afterward... as the flock to my shepherd.
But it's not as though people were in peace before I acted. Wide-spread civil wars, revolutions... all because of those experiments. They accepted their end as retribution.
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You made them suffer? How?
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I spread my madness.
The latent attributes within everybody were activated and both Silhouette and Mirage violently struggled inside them. They aren't supposed to exist in the same body at the same time. Their bodies mutated slowly and painfully into monsters without their original memories. Heh. They deserved every bit of it.
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