I am the endgame
I am a 21 year old systemadmin. Everyday i look out the window, puff a cigarette and think about my Dad. Man I fucking miss him. 7 years ago, I went to jail. For what I will not say here, but he didnt show up. He was gone; I searched high and low, he wasnt even at his moms house(where he usually hangs out because hes unemployed and a drug addict). The hammer went down, and I was found legally insane. Ever since then I formed my plan to become endgame. He was just an idea in my head, but now he is my main alias, my flesh. My bone. He is the chaos in my life. With evil going through his veins, he would never power-trip as much as Henry. "Oh you posted personal information, bannu!!111!!!111". I can feel the sentient adrenaline flowing through his hands, cigarette crumpling in his mouth like a rhodesian dictator. "Why wont the people just follow my order?" He would cry, as he bans another person for posting about how their life is awful and they need someone to talk to. "Why cant they just accept justice?". "No, it cant be me", he would think aloud, looking at the poster of Karl Marx on the wall. "The blood of the Bourgeoisie must flow, Henry" the poster said to him, mind to mind. "You must take control of the forums from the".. Karl paused for a moment, and the photo appeared to be cringing at the sound. "real livers. They must be wiped out!". Henry snapped back to reality, taking another person who wanted to discuss what they do in real life, banning them for 2 weeks. Groping his computer keyboard in one hand, he typed out they keyword on the terminal. "/ban endgame 2w :Private matters". With a swift hand, he pressed enter and laughed to himself. "The Bourgeoisie will learn not to fuck with me!"