My heart rate picked up and my veins began to become more pronounced. My mother kept trying to talk into my ears while I tried just to focus on my soon to be cooked eggs. I felt an agitation building up like I often do. The sound of her voice and her presence casting a shadow over my already dimly lit sanity. Her words are neutral and even leaning towards kindness. Yet I still cannot control the swelling of fury throughout my body. 

    In a quick strike to the face I smash the burning pan past my own mother’s face. Staining her face skin in boiled lumps and blood. She begins to screech and cry. Falling to the ground like the cut puppet she is, like the puppet that we all are. I soon follow up by smashing her head into bits with the pan, her squeals bringing tears to my eyes. I howl and cry while doing what must be done. I’m overwhelmed with guilt but know that I’m doing what's right. I’m correcting a wrong, fixing incorrectness, positioning things into place. Giving ultimate outlet to my fury, the destruction and creation like waves soothing my inflammation. Moments pass as all is quiet except my heaves of exertion and the abnormal yet iconic sounds of metal on human flesh. Peering down I see my mother puppet finally purged, reality slightly cleansed. I find myself filled with such an ultimate purpose, with such euphoria.

    Everything had already left from my house before I struck my mother, so I commenced with getting ready for school. Going through the motions while looking at myself in disgust and repulse. The fact I am forced to watch this charade while being a charade gives me paradoxical venom wanting to spew forth like a regretful fat cunt reviewing last night's abysmal cock sucking choice. Personally I’d rather be raped in the ass again than think I have control over whether to grab a pen or pencil for school. Despite the absurd I push the rock up the hill once again and get on my bus to school.

    It’s a typical boring ride to a boring school surrounded by boring people. The only upside being that it is at least not as boring as myself. Looking around on the bus I see a few girls talking and looking at me with smiles, I give them a smile back imagining the taste of their shit producing organs falling down my gullet. I had terrible acne in middle school and remember the same flesh puppets staring at me in automatic disgust as I entered any room. Now that my face has cleared and I am objectively attractive to most people girls are attracted like insects to a sugar filled fly trap. I miss being disgusting to people, everyone is already disgusted by everyone else anyways, I prefer such repulsion to be out on the surface so I at least have some connection with others. 

    The girls’ smiles get more gleeful seeing me smile back. Their simple nasty ass human brains attracted to my mental illness and dark triad design. If only I could slaughter everyone in this damn bus without repercussions. Being trapped in a cell would prevent me from having more chances to slaughter, for the most part. Plus it’d be so damn boring. At least my nights are not boring, I hallucinate my shadow dissolving and my reflection turning away from me in honest aversion. My eyes clamped open like a peasant thief going through medieval torture. Bloodshot and manic, I peer into the boring abyss and by my own creation initiate hellfire throughout myself and all of reality. God it feels good.

    Tugged from my heaven I realize I’m at school. Exciting. I actually have not been here in a long while though, prior to today I was refusing to go to school for a few weeks. This shits to fucking easy anyways, all my teachers have the idea. When I do come into school they hand me the tests, I do them, and that’s that. I don’t have any friends here anyways, the people are just to fucking boring. I do enjoy practicing manipulating people though, not just in some negative way. I mean humans are always manipulating each other in any given interaction, whether you are figuring out how to make someone laugh and then following through by manipulating them to laugh. Or making someone take pity and giving you money. it’s all the same, an exertion of wills and a collapse of some level of individuality. Maybe I enjoy the perverse pleasure of being tainted by those around me, at least it lets me somewhat escape the even worse taint that is myself. 

    I creekily walk through my school halls until I find my first seat and fall into it. I like this first class most because the teacher is a hot big tittied milf. I always find myself salivating slightly thinking about cutting her tits off and eating them, paying close attention to her nipples. I just want to take her into my hands and squoosh her into a blob of blood and guts and use it to stroke my cock. Eat up the remains after cumming into it. That’s whatever though, I’m not particularly controlled by such passions and as time goes on I actually am losing more and more interest in such matters. I have tried things out with a lot of different people and it just bores me at this point. 

    This class is just some homeroom sort of thing so I’m free to pay less attention than normal. Instead of listening to the teacher talk I’m more apt to look at the people sitting around me. Just forms of flesh following different rules. They don’t stand out in any particular way but I pay attention to all their little mannerism. I’ve done a lot of research on microexpressions and body language, anything in that domain really. So looking at those things while someone is in conversation can be very interesting. I’ve worked retail for a couple weeks as a greeter to better sharpen my skills on reading expressions, the fast paced traffic teaches one to get a knack for quickly assessing responses to seeing you. What stands out in particular is the sort of swipe right or left that is comparable to a dating app which many women and some guys do when first seeing you. 

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    Anyways, while thinking about such topics, a very particular phenomena occurs. Firstly the world goes completely silent. Looking at the mouths of those around me, some are still moving, but there is not any measure of sound following. Then my vision begins to warp, at this point I figure I’m just having one of my very common periods of hallucination. But then what takes place is actually very interesting, making me feel joyful and like a weight has been taken off my chest. A semi transparent screen appears in front of me displaying some information, such an experience being very different from how my hallucinations occur in terms of the nature and structure of it. 

    The screen displays a short message detailing some modifications to our world. Using Earth’s games and lore to build a universally instituted system. At this point in time I feel absolutely nothing and just look at some sort of character sheet that is supposed to represent me. It displays stats like intelligence strength and shit like that, pretty basic stat sheet. Anyways I look around me and notice that everyone is looking into the air, most likely agzmoning, agzmoning, fucking examing, examining. Examining their systems and the different options that I had quickly glanced over before getting bored.

    I do wonder though if any sort of action gets rewarded or has an effect on the system which then affects myself. That’s how it often is in our systems, which would transfer over if they based it off of them. Following this line of thinking, I look over to the kid next to me and jam my PILOT G2 gel pen into his blue eye. Luckily there is not any sound made and no one seems to notice. Aside from any reward possibly given this is a situation primed for such actions anyways. Starting from the back of the class and then moving forward, I use my pen to stab multiple eyes repeatedly until just the teacher is left. In good fashion I finish her off and resist the urge to do anything else to her corpse. 

    Now checking my screen again by just thinking of it, I’m met with a bunch of random shit that talks about killing and first kill and first murder and first a bunch of other stuff. Looks like this sort of stuff is definitely rewarded. I have to wrack up as many of these firsts as possible then. They come along with different dumb ass titles like ‘demon’ and ‘what the fuck’, but they all give stat boosts. I can already feel what can be oversimplified as power filling me up. Checking my limb movements and doing some push ups give obvious proof of immense physical strength increase. I can also just check the numbers, but those mean literally fucking nothing to me unless I map them out to real actions, which I just do not feel like doing. 

    Looking at my character sheet shows the cliche stat points to be assigned. I put them all into intelligence because I’m not a fucking retard. Doing so allows me to experience a categorical transformation into what feels like some superior perspective of existence. Just thinking of the benefits leads to a list including pretty much every little fucking thing that I do from planning genocide to determining the best video to jerk off to. It’s as if intelligence is connected with how our reality is Based and better intelligence means a clearer reality to exercise our ‘free will’ in. 

    Unfortunately I’m having difficulty thinking because my fucking head is on fire and I’m so fucking angry and cloudy. I feel like my own words get caught in some vortex of decay and collapse. At least human flesh does not taste that bad raw and eating some also gave me a title. Another bullshit one in which the system is acting surprised while throwing points at me like a christian women looking through videos of fags fucking, insulting their actions the whole time. 

    Now I see a bunch of weird ass state names on my character sheet like ‘biomass’. As if something that fucking vague is useful to me. Fuck this fucking system fucking sucks fuck. So damn fucking boring it just needs to be fucking deleted. It all needs to be fucking cleansed, I can’t take it anymore, everything is so wrong, so incorrect. SO OUT OF PLACE. I’m a humble person, I don’t have the ability to push things into the right place, but I’ll go out on a limb here and say I do believe I can at least clean everything up and rid space of all these nasty objects. 

    I notice a lot of noise in the other classrooms and think about all the different kids and teachers throughout the whole school, over a 1000. My god that’s a lot of people, it makes me feel hungry almost, thirsty and hungry at the same time, with a drive like the one found at random intervals calling for a jerk. I actually get to clean all of them up, my god what a FUCKING JOY! Fuck the thoughts spin through my head like a pleasant brain massage. 

    Quickly making my way into the next room, I couldn't help but to notice my skin is black now. Quite interesting really, out the window goes all my tattoo ideas though. Well anyways in the next classroom it seems the kids have gotten over the novelty a bit and are talking together as sound is back. Which is particularly unfortunate as they are now screaming in disgust at my appearance, my god that makes me feel good. Well time to clean up again, I’m salivating.