D9n't get me wr9ng, I admire y9ur capacity t9 care f9r 9ther pe9ple t9 the extent that y9u genuinely 6elieve pacifism is the answer t9 all pr96lems 6ut it truly is n9t in this case. I wish it was, 6ut it is n9t and s9metimes t9 achieve the pacifism y9u desire y9u have t9 g9 thr9ugh the deli6erate anarchism and vi9lence t9wards th9se that create a system that is directly designed and riddled with flaws intenti9nally t9 put th9se with the "ideal" self t9 succeed the furthest. In a eugenicist, fascist system akin t9 what I live in I cann9t stand 6y while pe9ple like me wh9 have lived in p9verty their entire lives cann9t aff9rd t9 supp9rt themselves and keep themselves fed. I cann9t sit 6y peacefully and make suggesti9ns fr9m the sidelines that fall up9n the deaf ear. Vi9lence, at this p9int in time, is the 9nly r9ute that will get attenti9n and will end with results. May6e then, and 9nly then when th9se wh9 withh9ld the funding t9 supp9rt the smaller man have 6een laid t9 rest and 6egun t9 r9t there can 6e pacifism.
Y9ur desire f9r peace and inherent peace is admira6le h9wever, 6ut please c9nsider fr9m my standp9int, aggressi9n is all I have.
i think you are super cute even though you are mad all the time
The GALL past me had t9 just let this r9t in my in69x f9r perigrees. Let me set the rec9rd straight:
I am N9t y9ur eyecandy t9 c9nsume as y9u please and my anger is n9t s9mething t9 trivialize and m9ck. Wrath, specifically mine, is pan deep and inherent, it is n9t s9me niche cute- as Mituna w9uld put, “Tsundere” thing. Y9u make me sick, y9u make me want t9 spit my bile straight int9 y9ur 9pen m9uth. I am n9t, and I repeat, n9t. A d9ll. I als9 d9 n9t kn9w h9w t9 emphasize that everything I just typed was t9 hum9r me, and that I genuinely d9 n9t give a shit what y9u send t9 me as it has n9 pers9nal effect 9n me. Get 6ent regarless, th9ugh.
“...in a surprise turn of events, rebellion leader Kankri Vantas has been captured and taken into custody. After perigrees of terrorizing the public, Kankri Vantas has been taken into custody after being recognized in the street by a good samaritan who reported him to the proper authorities. A collection of other rebels have also been captured with him and are awaiting their executions with him, however their executions will not be broadcasted due to the lack of space to air. The empress en route with Alternia to personally take part in his public execution on Live Television to provide a message to any remaining rebellion members..”
You had been walking down the street to rendezvous with a Mr. Cronus Ampora to discuss.. to discuss.. You can’t even remember. Everything on that Day was a blur to you now, everything else however- was not. One minute you are darting down alleys and weaving through streets and the next minute your mouth is covered and you’re being electrocuted in your side. You felt all of your hair stand on end the second between the tazer meeting your side and the second following where you fell unconscious. When you awoke you were cuffed and bound in a prison cell far too small for your comfort. Across the way you recognized a familiar face, one of your peers unconscious on the floor. You tried to call out but you came to the realization that you were gagged as well. Your outcry was muffled and spittle dripped down your chin as you squirmed and got yourself upright. You growl and hiss at any sound that echos in halls.
Three Days Seven Hours and Fifty Two Minutes, you counted every minute that you were trapped in that cell. You counted every time you screamed to the best of your ability, cried, clawed at your own skin, bled, wanted to throw up, and cursed everyone and everything around you. You’ll tally them down:
You screamed 192 times.
You cried 1 time.
You clawed at your palms endlessly.
You bled from those scratches for 1 hour in a whole.
You wanted to throw up 7 times.
You were still cursing everyone around you.
You slept 0 hours.
Your vision snapped to the sound of a bang distantly, you wearily creak your head towards the direction of the sound that you just heard, leaning your head against the wall behind you and staring at the corner where the door and the wall met. You heard another bang and some popping following, then everything felt hot for just a moment and you were out again. When you awoke again you were covered in dust, but a troll wearing a gasmask was dumping water onto your face. You were surrounded by trolls carrying weaponry and adorning masks and hoods, makeshift body armor hanging on their frames. They stared down at you like you were the sun incarnate, holy and decadent. Their eyes were wide as you tested your jaw. You were rattled suddenly by the blinding flash of an explosion nearby. You jolt upright with a sudden burst of energy and look around you, two young trolls help you to your feet and you look around you. In the time that you were out, the buildings around where you were being housed were in ruin and burning. Sirens blared in the distance and smoke danced up into the air. The moons hung overhead and made the haze dance with purple and green. You opened your mouth to say something but were met with the incessant whirring of drones overhead. You and the crowd of trolls immediately scatter, two other trolls helping you walk and keeping you sturdy. You watched in raw astonishment at the sight of a drone wailing down and crashing into buildings after suddenly being burst into flames. You continue to run, it looked like the sight of that old movie, Latula- Telula had shown you it when you were younger. Independence Day it was called, if you remember correctly. Everything was burning around you and descending into chaos.
That had been perigrees ago.
Currently, you had been Kakrir Vattos, a burgundy blood troll who worked in a factory who played with electronics on the side.
You had to step up again though, and you had shed that name and disguise, your skin burnt hot with the red of iron, you were angry. You wanted to put this capitalistic society into the grave as you had already struck it in the knee for the rest of the world to see. Shocking, is what it was, really.
You open a palmhusk for the first time in what felt like sweeps, you hadn’t told anyone that you had survived.
“The captured Rebel Terrorist Kankri Vantas has presumably escaped, please keep yourself and your close ones safe and stay inside as much as possible to avoid danger if you are in the effected areas.”
“The Rebel Kankri Vantas has been reported alive based upon activity in online circles, all websites reporting news based on this story that are not government certified and official will be taken down and prosecuted for affiliation with Rebels..”
“The Terrorist Kankri Vantas-”
“...Rebel Terror Kankri Vantas-”
“..Kankri Vantas..”
“KANKRI VANTAS”
You are KANKRI VANTAS, Rebel, Terrorist, Socialist, and what ever label that has ever been attached to you, and you refuse to fucking die.
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