Three Brood Instigators

58. A Generation of Humiliation

"Yesterday, a tragedy happened in the morning, 11am in the town of Fairview," said male presenter #1

"Fairview was attacked by one unknown masked figure," said male presenter #2

"This isn't the first time rampages in towns and cities happened, as innocents were killed and lots of law enforcement were sent to their deaths," said male presenter #1

"While the bounty system is proven useful bringing criminals in America to justice, still crime and gun violence are rampant at large," said male presenter #2

"The police wonders who bears the responsibility of 30 town inhabitants and 75 police officers, and 300 SWAT officers," said male presenter #1

"As one would say: 'If video games can show us it is possible to kill lots of people, then no doubt it can happen in the world' " said male presenter #1

"One of our journalists is currently in town, giving us some reports," said male presenter #2

"I am here to share with you some comments regarding the tragedy," the female journalist said on camera.

"Whoever started this massacre, and all of it out there, has no soul," said town inhabitant #1

"Sure, we can defend themselves, but I do wonder if that crazed psycho has some plot armor or military training or something, I am surprised the police ain't finished him the time they laid eyes on him...or her," said town inhabitant #2

"I just hope people don't blame it on video games, I mean, video games don't create violence, brainless people who follow it for no good reason do, just saying," said a teenager town inhabitant.

"Don't worry, we will get these ******** down soon enough, we always do," the police officer said at the crime scenes of a gunned building in town.

"We really hope that people come to their senses so that none such of a mess happens," said male presenter #2

"Exactly, I definitely agree," said male presenter #1

"Well," Pastuzo watched from Alada's. "I knew anything is possible."

"Hey," Kevin greeted. "Luis, I'll have the usuals, please," he ordered. "So, how are you, Pastuzo?"

"What do you think?" Pastuzo asked.

"Whatever, man," Kevin said.

"Yeah, yeah," Pastuzo agreed. "Where is Quinn, Scent, and that fat slob?"

"Don't call Rudy that, he is still a friend," Kevin said. "And two, it is not Friday, isn't it? No one comes here on Friday, well, except you all of a sudden."

"You know what, Kevin," Pastuzo realized. "I realized now that I can actually be free, to do whatever I want," he said. "I don't need some school telling me what to do. Shit, I don't even need some fucking nanny or pappy telling me what to do," he said. "I realized that life is life if you live, and if you live it, you control it, you run, you fight, you live, by your own, free man, you get me?"

"Yeah, you can say that," Kevin agreed. "I guess you can be and think however you like. I like that you are letting it all out, no?" he said. "But, is there something else I need to know about, something I should be concerned of as your friend?"

Pastuzo mourned, "You sound just... like... her,"

Kevin breathed in. "Look, man, I am trying my best for you, we're the best of friends, remember?"

Pastuzo remembered too well. "Of course," he said. "Ever since you, came to my table, despite being a kid possibly going to demotion."

"You were the only one kind enough to be by my side," Kevin said. "Like an eel and shrimp, if you get what I mean?"