The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 x Male Reader Insert)

Chapter 10 - 'I Am All of Me'

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*Disclaimer*

Class of '09 is respectively owned and created by SBN3.

The story itself features few major plot points from the original game.

All art used belongs to their respectful owners, don't hang me!

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"Throughout human history, there's always been that one revered figure: the chosen one. Hero. Villain. The timeless cliché of good versus evil, duking it out like it's a WWE pay-per-view event. But let's be real, do all stories actually end with good triumphing over evil? Nah. Not in this world. Sometimes, the only way to kill off the Big Bad Evil is to out-evil them. Sure, you'll burn a few bridges, probably raze a few cities, but hey, moral gray areas are what keep things interesting, right?"

"Humans, us fragile little meat-sacks have spent eons playing this moral hopscotch game, pretending we know the difference between 'right' and 'wrong.' Spoiler alert: it's all made up. Some caveman probably grunted out the first morality rule to keep his buddies from bashing his head in over a chunk of mammoth steak, and we've been building the 'rules of society' ever since. Nice little system to keep everyone in line, like sheep. Baaa."

"But let's not kid ourselves, what really sets us apart isn't our morals or our self-righteous posturing. It's the fact that our brains are wired to dream up wild, insane, unhinged possibilities. Like, what if I ditch this pointless math class, start a band, and become a legend in my parents' basement instead of studying for the SATs? Or better yet, what if we write a story where the hero actually fails, and everyone burns because.. I don't know, life's just like that sometimes. Creativity. Cognitive ability. That let's human beings spawn infinite cabilities."

"And here we are, floating on this sad little blue marble spinning through the cosmos, thinking we're the superior species because we've got Starbucks, MySpace, and iPod Nanos. Superior? Please. Have you met us? We're the kids sitting in the back of the cosmic classroom, doodling galaxies in our notebooks while the rest of the universe stares in horror at what we're capable of."

"Honestly, look out there. Stellar star systems exploding in dazzling supernovas, black holes swallowing light like cosmic garbage disposals. Meanwhile, here on Earth, we're writing fanfiction after fanfiction about morally ambiguous superheroes and debating whether pineapple belongs on pizza. This is what 'superiority' looks like. We've outlasted meteors, plagues, and the recession. Not because we're the best, but because we're the weirdest. And weird, my friends, is unstoppable."

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"Take the amplified mixture of Robitussin, its defining essence derived from dextromethorphan hydrobromide, a cough suppressant engineered to silence the body's reflexive protests. This base ingredient is subjected to an extensive ritual of transformation."

"First, it undergoes filtration, a cleansing baptism in which impurities are stripped away, leaving behind only the purified potential of its active form. This elixir is then introduced to its liquid companions. The inactive ingredients: a symphony of stabilizers, sweeteners, and flavorings that bind the active component into a consumable, soothing balm."