Chapter XXXII: Madness ~Is Like Gravity~

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Rasputin drinks fine beer while in a Zoom Meeting. "There is a saying that states that without effort, you cannot pull even a fish from 'pond... Only a divine and powerful being could do so... But at the time, they only existed in Biblical times... And here you are... Miguel Ibarra... Insulting me with your presence. I watched my allies starve in the streets because of your lack of understanding of what true equality is."

"Yeah. You sure like the left, huh? Name all the people who left you!" smiled Miguel, leaving the Zoom Meeting.

"What a fucking asshole," said Governor-General Xing Wu.

"Tell me about it," said Kim John Moon.

"Why did you just do that!?" asked Anne, following after Miguel who left the library.

"Because that son of a bitch isn't going to stop the war any time soon. The war's gonna happen."

"What if we can stop it!?"

"Anne, that man is too insane. Some men just want to see the world burn. And women...And children...And lizard people..."

"So are you! You left a worldwide meeting that hopefully stopped the coming war."

"The coming war is exactly that. It's a coming war. I'll have to throw in the big guns and let it continue into World War IV."

"I see..."

I don't want to write this Chapter.

You have to.

What!? Why!?

So, we could understand.

Miguel blasts his fists into the punching bag over and over again

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Miguel blasts his fists into the punching bag over and over again. The speed and the impact of each of his punches give off a sharp sound each punch and kick.

Suddenly, the sharp sounds remind him of...

*THWIP!!! THWIP THWIP!!!*

"You're gonna learn etiquette you stupid fucking queer."

*THWIP!!!*

His mother rocks his sister in her arms while Miguel is brutally beaten and battered.

*THWAP!!! THWAP!!! THWAP!!!*

Miguel beats the punching bag over and over again, getting angrier. "YOU DON'T GET TO DO THAT TO ME ANYMORE!!!
YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!!
YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!! I'LL RESURRECT YOU SO I CAN CONTINUE BEATING THE FUCKING USELESS USELESS USELESS PIECE OF SHIT OUTTA YOU!!! I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!!! I'LL BEAT THE PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT OUTTA YOU!!! YOU DON'T GET TO DO THIS TO ME!!! NOT ANY FUCKING MORE YOU WEAK, PATHETIC SCUMBAG!!!
AUGH!!! AUGH!!! AUGH!!!" Miguel imagines beating and crushing his Uncle's head. "FUCKING DIE!!! MOTHERFUCKING DIE!!! YOU DON'T GET TO BEAT ME ANYMORE YOU HORRIBLE PIECE OF MISERABLE SHIT!!! FUCKING DIE!!! DIE!!! YOU DON'T GET TO LIVE ANYMORE!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!"

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