Beloved

Beloved

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Martin's life has been a constant cycle of agony, and he wants to make sure he gives the world a taste of its own medicine. Since he lost most of his childhood, he plays a twisted version of his favorite game to ensure he's successful in committing every sin known to man: Screwup Bingo. Martin takes pride in checking off squares that each represent a little more misery he brought into the world. He giggles as he recalls crimes both violent and petty and reminisces on the horror in people's eyes after he did his signature moves, restlessly searching for an expression of pain that matches his own. He has two more squares to mark before the card is complete, and he feels an unsettling but satisfying kind of content to leave the world and enter hell as a hero. However, he soon finds out that the next to last square won't be easy to fill, and more shockingly, he might not want to. Join Martin as he discovers what it means to lose a beloved stranger.
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The bus grinds to a stop beside a sign labelled: WELCOME TO GOTHAM CITY, in peeling black letters. Ethan and I are the first to get off, carrying nothing but a small suitcase and twin backpacks. No one follows us off the bus, a reminder of how horrifying Gotham City must seem to the outside world. The other passengers must think us martyrs or at least suicidal. Storm clouds rumble above our heads and in true "Vega Bad Luck"-as Ethan calls it- the sky opens up to rain. My brother and I are from Florida, we know rain. Hell, we know hurricanes that obliterate whole towns, but there is something about Gotham that sends a shiver down my spine. Maybe its the dark, crime ridden alleyways, the murderers and the villains. Or maybe its the heroes.

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