I am going to kill someone, I am going to kill someone.
I am going to fucking end someone's life!
The intrusive thoughts are winning.
I need to figure out a way, how do I win this?
I think the best option would be haggling with Kal'tsit to get my secret weapon out of its case...
But that brings a whole new set of problems...
Sign this paper off.
Raise my head, the Doc is also working. Good.
She didn't even talk to me today, I think she can read that I am pissed. BECAUSE I FUCKIN AM!
IT JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE AND WORSE !
Can I PLEASE spend a few days without fearing for my goddamn LIFE?!
This shit is driving me insane! I just want to sit back and enjoy the good ending that I built through literal blood.
Heaven was built on hell. The only issue is that the entire structure from the bottom up is about to crumble.
The unforeseen consequences of changing the timeline, the butterfly effect, have come to bite me in the ass.
I look to my left. The tree has borne fruit.
Our first test subject is here.
I didn't expect her at all, I was expecting other people.
But all we got is... Blaze.
Surprising that she was one of the first to show up.
Well, others did shove up. But they were rejected because they weren't relevant enough.
This is what we call starrism.
Instead of calling out people due to their race, I call them out based on how important they are.
Which most of the time translates to how many stars they have or had in the game. Because, well, more stars= More important.
Everyone knows this basic game logic.
Call me blind for not seeing the intricate stories of the lesser-starred characters. Boo hoo. I don't care.
I need to grow my influence on important people, not some random guy with a tragic and well-written backstory.
I finished my stack.
Look up again.
Blaze and the Doc have begun talking, not working.
This was to be expected. It is fine. If I am not satisfied at the end of the day with how much they managed to slug through their work I can just kick her ass out and wait for a new fish to take the bait.
I get up.
''Doc, I'm gonna take the rest of today and tomorrow off;
For reasons I am sure that have been spread far and wide already, I need to prepare for what is to come.''
''You. Blaze. I will see how much work you have gotten done by the end of the day...''
''Oh and do NOT count on me dying, I will be victorious, and I will come back to kick you out if your work isn't satisfactory.''
Previously through the working day, I had exchanged some banter with the cat, she wasn't particularly happy, but she could take the metaphorical punches.
Good. Nice to see that I am still making good decisions.
Now, yet another hurdle. Kal'tsit. What will you demand from me this time?
Or will you just say no? To stop my growing grasp on the matters of R.I.?
As I made my way towards medical, apparently Kal'tsit was currently trying to help a patient that had peculiar circumstances about their health, I could hear the murmurs, the rumors.
They all knew, soon would be the battle of a century!
A mysterious man that proved himself a tough one against 2 of the greatest sword users on R.I.
In reality, there would almost be no battle.
If all my plans work out as intended, it would be over before they could even say ''Begi-'' at the duel.
The greatest victories are those won before the battle.
-Me
What IS the point of fighting? Why fight when you can make others do it for you? Why fight when it would put you at serious risk of death every time you venture?
Why ever fight on fairgrounds...?
This is why war and bloodshed are looked down upon where I come from.
Isn't it purely more economical and safe to just:
Assassinate, bribe, terrify your enemies into submission?
Ethics? Who gives a fuck. These people aren't human to me.
They do not deserve the safety of the Geneva Convention when they don't even know what ''Geneva'' is.
Oh lord heavens above, I am about to do a little bit of trolling.
If you are out there and you exist, forgive my sins, but know that I am NOT sorry, and will NOT repent.
...
Oh for fucks sake. JUST LET ME IN.
What do you mean they are in the middle of an operation?!
I do not care my brother in Allah! I need to talk to the cat woman before the consequences of my actions kill me.
I ask the medical worker in front of the operation doors room.
''When will the procedure end?''
''In roughly 2 hours.''
Fucking great. JUST WHAT I NEEDED.
I couldn't even get my hands on my secret weapon.
Now I have to WAIT.
What the hell am I gonna do then?
I have nothing.
I can't talk to anyone, from their perspective it would be nothing but trouble.
I already have a plan A and B in mind.
BUT GUESS WHAT?! THEY BOTH REQUIRE THE SECRET!
Oh... There is something I could do.
Go back to my laptop. Look at the memes...
See if there are any drawings on the bitches...
I need every bit of advantage I can get.
If I can find an image of the 2 and send it to the R.I.S.C...
I can't even begin to fathom the damage it would cause.
Imagine someone who is notorious for their vast knowledge, shitty personality, and tendency to do evil things.
Just sending everyone around you a drawing/image of you and your enemy/friend that will duel him tomorrow to death.
My genius and willingness to commit such horrid acts sometimes terrify even me. We push on nonetheless.
Fair play? How about you suck it and then we can discuss the fair play. You all are the REAL monsters.
You can carve metal with toothpicks, and I am the monster for being able to speak my goddamn mind and spit bullshit?
If I am a monster I can't even imagine what the politicians from Earth would look like to these suckas.
Not here, not there.
Search my other folders...
EUREKA! I FOUND IT! I FOUND SOME ART THAT MATCHES THE LOOKS OF THE REAL VERSIONS.
HAHAHA! I win.
Now how do I transfer this file to the R.I.S.C?
Shit.
Do I not have a way?
I am NOT gonna connect the device to my laptop, that would be a huge skill issue and potential information hazard threatening my empire...
Oh, wait... the device has a camera. I only realized this just now.
This is why being drunk and trying to make sense of things don't go hand in hand. Amazing.
Take a picture.
Make sure to not include the corners of the laptop.
Secrecy is important when your life is this shit.
One slip up and suddenly you are 6 feet under.
Great, is the weapon that cuts on its own.
It has been done, all we have to do is wait.
The image has been sent under an anonymous username.
So even though most people will know it is me, to them it just looks like this:
Anonymous:
I watch. I know. I see. Give up this unwinnable battle. Cease.
You are not ready for the terrible consequences of your actions.
((Insert Image of Texas and Lappland))
They can't trace it back to my actual profile of ToiletDestroyer9000.
Now that I think about it that's a shitty ass name.
Well, it's too late now. Just gotta live with it.
Speaking of R.I.S.C. however, let's check it.
How is my propaganda campaign going?
Yep. As suspected. Everyone is talking about the duel.
Also, looking at the messages. Everyone seems to be referring to me as ''the man'', ''assistant'' or other unsavory nicknames...
THAT'S RIGHT! None of them even know my fake name, Azmych.
That is...wonderful.
Thank you, elite operators and Kal'tsit also Amiya.
Sometimes even demons can do good deeds I guess.
If not involuntary.
One of the most common nicknames I can see is actually:
''Despot''. Hmm, has a nice ring to it. I like it.
I think it first stemmed from this lad's post...
Anonymous: Why does the bastard act like a despot?
Me? Acting like a despot? Pffft. Slander.
Check the time. 2.42 PM
It has been around 2 hours.
I need to go and find Kal'tsit.
...
That fucking spent me.
God damn it woman, all you had to do was say yes.
Now I had no choice but to agree to research after the duel was over.
'' You locked up this in the first place. Why do you want to use it now?''
Stop fucking talking bitch. Waa waa waa. I don't wanna fucking hear it.
I had to fight tooth and nail, and give even more concessions.
She was also concerned with the fact that this would cause a rift in R.I., this duel of death.
I told her to not worry. When have I ever failed? Publicly that is.
'' I got it covered, just trust in my plans.''
And after an hour-long brutal talk about the consequences, THIS would bring. Me failing to convince Kal'tsit otherwise being a huge issue.
I finally got my hands on my shit from my crashed car.
Originally in our dealings, a statement was that no side would be allowed to even touch or look at this car for many reasons.
I didn't want them to learn the secrets of Earthern technology.
And they didn't want me to use whatever technology that was in there.
That pact has now been broken. Doom is upon us.
I will begin using my technologies.
In return... They now have the right to research them.
This may as well bring about the entire destruction of Terra.
Which is a sacrifice I'm willing to make to save my own skin.
Since, as long as I am alive, there is always the chance that I will find the solutions to the problems I, myself, have created.