I realized who he was not, he's the bastard who squatted my username! My brain didn't hesitate as I pulled my twin blades out like muscle memory. My hand were trembling, my vision tunneling until all I saw was that smug silhouette standing over the porch of Ann's cabin as I looked up to his taller figure. His cigarette ember glowed faintly red, flickering with every lazy draw he took, as if he wasn't aware of how close he was to being skewered, or worse, he knew, and didn't care, because he was confident that he could take me on.
I have 100 ways to murder you, asshole
"You!" I snarled, my teeth grinding together, my voice cracked through the still night, startling the virtual crickets chirping nearby. "You… You goddamn username squatter! Do you even know how long I've been…"
I didn't even finish as my feet carried me forward sprinting and I swung in a cross. I was ready to cleave him in half, and yet.
The system stopped me.
The Pacifistic Curse
thud
