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As I stare blankly at the television before me, the heat wafting up from my cup of coffee and hitting me right in the stubble, I barely even process the diarrhea saturated serving of information I'm being fed by the newscaster in my petrified trance. As the words swirl around me, never actually entering my ear canal, a heaviness seems to settle on my shoulders; an eternal weight that cannot be removed, but seems to become heavier with time and age, has weighed me down since I was just a boy... this, however, seems different. Perhaps the urge to do something is more, well, urgent than before, and the pit that digs into my gut, my soul, is growing too big. Maybe it's time to step up my game. 

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Rated M for language and future depictions of violence... among other things. There will be warnings in the before chapter notes if anything noteworthy occurs in the chapter, and instructions for if you would like to skip it will be provided (though I encourage you to read everything if you decide to read the story)All Rights Reserved

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