maskormenace | 07 ⚜ Text

[Crane considers the test sample of the previous week. Saturday night at De Chima University. It was not the size of the group that had made his data bright with promise. It was the knowledge gained. How imPort and native alike fought and struggled against fear and panic. Learning that they chose to deliberately hurt each other, rather than accept either. It hastened his heartbeat with the thrill of discovery. Yes, discovery and the thrill of watching them tear themselves apart. Crushing them under his thumb and subjecting them to his power.

He wouldn't have ruled out striking another night, either. Most of the students were the typical kind; stay out late, drink hard, throw your lives out with the cigarettes and bottles. Not unlike the undergraduates of his youth, then. But there had been a point to terrorizing the swearing-in. Fear was not just about how many people he could hold under his thumb. It was about who. The people they were and the monster whose mantle he wore. That's the reason for his other name today.

There are no pleasantries. He doesn't say hello.]

How are you doing these days, imPorts?

I don't mean to disturb you, but I'm sure you're wondering if I'm guilty as accused.

You're wondering if truth avails, perhaps? You'll have to learn both the hard way, I'm afraid.

Whoever created that fog wanted you to see that your fears are hollow; shadows that dwell between the emotion and the response. They were simply trying to loosen you up a bit. That's my professional opinion. Still, how awful this treatment must have been for you all...

Now. I'm afraid I'm going to ask you some questions. All in the interests of science, of course! Tell me what you saw. Detail the nature of the thoughts that flooded your mind. Report the emotions you felt. I'm here to help.

[There's one other, final message.]

To those who spoke of pre-emptive action; I find you all hypocrites.

Life is about choices. You made yours when you chose not to say a word.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work that must be done. Gotta earn my keep and all that.

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theyre people not toys get another goddamn hobby you sick son of a bitch

Hit a nerve, did I?

I'm fully aware of who these people are and what they are. Toys don't fascinate me.

[Hit a nerve. Nerve gas. Yeah, he went there.]

[Why are you a villain clearly your calling is your stand up, Crane.

He's not going to outright say why he's so tense, but man is he smug through a text. THAT TAKES EFFORT.]

ill be picking glass out of my side for weeks thanks asshole then you know paybacks a bitch

Yes, I'm aware of the concept of karma. It doesn't frighten me.

But I am interested in what you saw and how it felt.

[was it good for you too?]

i dont know it was one of those moments where you just had to be there you know life changing or something like that

Try explaining it anyway.

Unless you lack the capacity.

the food was pretty good always is in de chima

Sounds like you had a gas.

no i think it was rice now are you going to tell me about your night is that how this works

My night? It was a scream.

now who lacks the capacity to sum up their night nice try asshole i dont play games with tools

Might as well be on your way, then. Run along, now.

good luck you might not be afraid of karma but it can still hurt like a bitch

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