Today is the day, right?

Ride or die.

Make or break.

All the preparations, all the calculations.

If I make even 1 mistake it is over.

As fucking usual, does it even matter at this point?

But I'm not scared.

They can be beat! They can be broken!

They walk around as if they are humans, mimicking. What disgusting vermin.

All the hours, weeks, months. My 2 Years Of Suffering. The inevitability of time.

Growing, clawing at body and mind daily.

I put years into making these sacrifices. I did them for my own good, yes.

But in the end, all I brought was prosperity.

How blind are they to not see this?

Without me, more than half of these people either wouldn't be alive or employed in the landship.

I took the L's. I had to, I didn't have a choice. To keep this prosperity I worked so hard for.

But I just can't fucking take it anymore.

Every man has a limit, I have reached mine.

You, who are you took for a duel to the death? Do you think your life is equal to mine?

What a sick fucking joke! A bunch of pixels on a screen or words on paper think they are better than me!

I'll show 'em. There is a reason why we humans come to dominate our home planet.

While we are social creatures, we are meant to be kind and virtuous. However, the worst atrocities, so bad that even the books we write or the fantasies we create;

They can't even get close to the gut-wrenching things humanity has done.

Until now I only showed them the social side of humanity. I only played with words and refused to fight at all costs.

I realize now, that was a significant mistake. All that brought upon me was that these animals got to think that they can win against me, in an armed rebellion.

I could have conceded, but that would shake my authority.

Authority.

Fear.

Terror and horror.

These are what keep an empire of lies together.

I do not have the luxury of losing them.

I look in the mirror.

I have been washing my face this entire time.

Stroke by a moment of clarity...

My face...contorted in pure anger.

I look... hideous.

What happened? Where did I go wrong?

I touch my face. No matter how hard I try to force a different emotion but this terrible look won't go away.

Brow's knitted, eyes wide open math walking the line between a frown and smile.

I try to feel my skin, expecting the usual human-like texture.

I don't find it. It isn't there. Just like this entire take universe around me. It is now a lie, a blur of what it truly was.

Why is this happening to me? Why?!

I did all I could, I did my best to live a liveable and comfortable life while making the world a better place as a result.

In the end, it matters not why I did all of this.

For it has improved the lives of the inhabitants of Terra, have my actions not?

So why am I still bearing these burdens?

Countless lives I have saved, will then go on to save others.

Even if I die my deeds will impact this world for generations.

For every life, I sacrificed I saved hundreds.

My sacrifices are 100% justified. The math checks out.

Look.

So what if a couple of pixels meet their maker along the way?

In the end, the needs of the many topple the needs of an individual.

Angrier.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

You want to challenge me you wild beasts?

Despite all that I have contributed?

You want to see me fight? I will! Fuck it. Enough's ENOUGH!

I will win, and open your eyes.

That's right...

They all hate me like this because they don't see; see what I see.

I will show them the truth...

The bigger picture will be revealed...

It is time. I stop washing my face and close the tap.

I have been preparing myself for what is to come soon during this entire time.

My thoughts have finally started losing meaning even to me.

I will take that as my sign to stop, and get going on my way.

I put on my Visor but leave it a little loose.

I grab my secret to victory and hold it behind me with firm hands, inside my giant coat.

You want to rebel? Do you want to challenge my authority?

This rebellion WILL be put down.

A show of force. A symbol to the rest. And a warning for the future to those that might think of doing this kinda shit again.

This is exactly why everyone, and I mean everyone, has been invited to watch the show.

From the Doc to the least important of Operators.

From the Reunion Convertees to their leaders; Free or Imprisoned.

This is MY day. This is the day of my TRUE RISE TO POWER.

RL has topped ticking today. Everyone who possibly could; was making their way to the Combat Training Arena.

It was an addition to my preparations for RI. after the main storyline ended and I would have lost all future sight.

The squad's system worked just fine while R.I. while it was weaker and smaller.

However, at this point, we could afford it:

Bigger operations. Multiple squads and teams in tandem.

They needed to learn how to work together.

We were assembling an ARMY!

The greatest proof of my progress.

After today would be known as a sight of my dominance as all came out of the shadows, into the light of truth.

Every time I would pass by or lock eyes with someone I could feel it:

Genuine fear and curiosity.

No one has seen me fight before, all that was known about me were bad rumors.

Finally, they would get to see what I had going for me,

They would see my strength and weaknesses.

Or would they?

According to plan, they are all marching to the soon-to-be massacre sight.

I had to pull one of my heavy aces up my sleeves in order to arrange this all.

A promise.

I promised something, that I will 100% regret.

But as a great man, aka me, said once before:

''That is for future me to handle the consequences of.''

-Me

As I walk towards the final destination, inside the giant indoor arena, to the epicenter.

I have a brief moment of uneasiness...

...It hits. It hits hard...

I am about to fight 2 great warriors to the death...

From a world where savagery is an everyday occurrence and death is a common sight.

Meanwhile, I am just a weak-ass nerd from a planet where death is just a toll, something to look at and feel sad about as we continue our days.

Will this plan actually work?

Am I being way too overconfident?

...

Am I letting my pride get the best of me?

What if that has been the case all along?

...Break.

I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!

I CAN HANDLE THREATS, I CAN HANDLE TORTURE, AND I HAVE STEELED MYSELF FOR THOSE.

BUT BATTLES? I HAVE 0 COMBAT EXPERIENCE EXCEPT FOR THE DAYS WHEN I WOULD PLAY WITH FAKE BB-GUNS OR HUNT WITH MY FATHER WHEN I WASN'T DYING.

I CAN'T I CAN'T I CAN'T I CAN'T-

...

A punch into my stomach.

Pain.

What?

Who did that?

I look down.

My own hand, buried deep into my intestine area.

It hurts.

I didn't do this-

Did my hand move on its own?

Is my own subconscious trying to stop the downward spiral?

Did I almost actually break under the pressure?

Clench my only hand out in the open into a fist.

Fuck. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK!

Get yourself together!

I can't fucking give up NOW. I am too far in.

I am too deep in.

I can't, I WON'T let it end here.

Doubt? There is no use doubting myself now.

This is what I chose out of many options.

The dice have already left my hand, it is merely spinning on the table, waiting to finally give in to the friction and stop.

There is no use doubting the dice now, all I can hope is to believe that I can make it, no matter what the dice say.

Luck? Fate? Gods? A story that has already been written?

I am none of those. I am a Human.

I get to decide how and when my story ends.

It won't end, it can't. Until I have kicked the bucket or when I finally give up. Which will never be.

I am above these fictional characters, with their 2-dimensional personalities and scripted events.

I am free. I am free to fight on and on and on until I fuck up and fucking die in a ditch.

I have nothing. Nothing left.

Except for my life, wisdom, and mind.

I am living an empty life in this world.

I will not let it end like this.

I have given all these people their ''Happy Ending''.

Why should I be denied my own?

If they want to try and stop me. So be it.

I warned them, as people with technical, and I do mean technical, freedom of thought and acts.

It is their responsibility for not taking my threats seriously.

I gave my fair warnings you fucking retards.

Sometimes it is best to just do as you're told.

Freedom is nice, but at this cost, will it be worth it?

You fucking dumb house pets.

I am getting to the epicenter of the arena at this point.

I scan the surroundings. Good.

We have a lot of healing Arts casters standing by.

Perfect. Now there is less of a chance that I end up dead along with my adversaries.

Maybe the Christians were right huh? It runs in our blood to commit suicidal attacks.

I don't actually know how healing Arts may affect my body since I am not a being of this universe, to begin with.

Hold on... Thinking back on my words.

I spoke about how the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

Immediately followed by saying that I should live a better life at the expense of others in this world.

Hypocritical much? Maybe. Do I care in the end? No.

Since I don't have time to ponder any longer, I have arrived.

Heh...

Time truly is precious, and I have wasted so, so much...

I want to enjoy what is left of my precious time.

May the consequences of my actions be damned.

Today, I will do what I ACTUALLY want.

Today, I am free.