VRMMORPG: Skeleton That Run Havoc

F*ck, f*ck f*ck

F***CCCCCCKKKKKKKK

For F*ck sake w...wh...wha....what happen!

Just a few seconds ago I saw my life flashing slowly, like an old photo called negatives aligned till I don't even know what the f*ck happen, the thing is, Im sentence to death along with~ ....wait—

1 ... 2 ... 3

holy molly

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Codename: Tempest, like his name, When you give him mission, it'll successfully finish like a wind, a mercenary without affiliation, hailed and envous by many. Not until his final mission along with other 3 mercenaries. Piliage, ****, Multiple Murder along with the innocent Children and Old, 20 villages and 10 cities, almost 90 thousand people, theres no one left but cold corpse. and the suspects are only 4 person!! FOUR PERSON.

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P.O.V of Someone

"I'm sorry", the faintest and heaviest word I've ever heared of my life, a word from my lawyer, because a minute later I'll electrified. ELECTRIFIED!

This sh*tty World. Me along with my co-mercenaries that framed because of hundred thousand corpses

F*CK YOU!

How come we killed them when we are only four men?

Four F*cking Men!!

step step step

"Jackson Emannuel, it is time" says by a man covered in white doctors cloth, white mask, white gloves, white cap and transparrent gogles with checklist or something on his left hand and a ballpen on its right hand.

Who is this Sh*t, you think I am one of your guinee pig huh?!! HUH?! or so what i wanted to say but how come i can even utter a single word that even a spit cant comeout because of this packing tape, f*ck life! but as you can see this is my inner thoughts. Truth is, I'm originaly a role model of any mercenary group out there, calm and compose, knowledgeable, unreachable, in outer appearance yeah, but WTF? I am what they called Tempest.

Successful my a*s, before I even defend my self to (my reader) i already e..lec...troc...uted..