American English raspy aggressive angry animated chaos evil laugh
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Shut up. You. I'm not hiding. I'm invisible. He's not trying to hide at all. Let go of me, copper. You've got nothing on me. You idiots. You found him. You are looking for the brilliant mind that conceived of a solar siphoning sharks swimming outside the scope of Destiny Shore's. Well, here I am. I'm glad you finally found me. I've been waiting forever for my work to get noticed. Friend, A friend Fiction. I love your stuff. You're an inspiration to me. You wrote The Perfect Moment. I've been advocating for Perfect moments forever. Do you know how many of them I submitted to those editing school dropouts and the starry screening department. Destiny always used to be written by an invisible hand. Then some higher up came up with all those inane equal opportunity initiatives. Two headed beings had to be given their say nitrogen breathers, no legs. Every possible insignificant sniveling example of existence had to have an opportunity. Invisible riders, the hands that were made to write destiny. The unseen geniuses behind eternity had to start submitting story ideas like all the other. No nothing upstarts. Oh, my perfect perfect moments were rejected. And then a barely adequate one written by a non invisible got through. If I couldn't be the first to write a moment of perfection, I could be the one to write the ultimate moment of chaos. But why like rocks? I don't have anything against those planets. It's the whole corrupt system. I hate. Why should destiny have any say in what happens to anyone. Life and death should be random. Like the stories Destiny accepts to run. I could have taken all of destiny out by seeking my shark on the sun that sustains this warped place, but a quick, easy. Death was too good for all of you. I want you to chase my little bit. Wonder where it will attack next live. In perpetual fear of danger. You cannot see you ignore my work because I'm invisible. You'll never ignore me again. No one ignored your what? Because you're invisible. Where are you taking me? A retrained? What about jail or death? I don't want an attitude adjustment. I want to go out with a blaze of glory. I feel your pain, brother.