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>be me
>probably 12yo, don't remember
>frequent the pool assiduously at that time
>one day while showering with other tards i think of a splendid idea
>i'll wait for the other turds to go away so i'll be the only one on the locker room.
>and so half of the guys go home, the other half proceeds to go swim.
>i'm alone
>i turn on all the showers and sinks
>*megalomaniautistic laughs incurs*
>but i'm not yet satisfied
>i think of another great idea
>i'll take some of the stuff inside the bag of someone and i'll put it on someone's elses bag.
>and so an underwear goes there
>a shampoo goes on this one
>these shoes over here
>and so on and so on
>all this while singing a brand new .midi DOS-like song that i seriously don't remember.
>(just think that at that time and age i was playing some serious Duke Nukem 3D fucking Atomic Edition)
>but this song helped me to create a new retalter-ego;
>The Punisher was already taken
>i'll be The Castigator
>meanwhile, the locker room is apparently untouched, but what lies under this feeble appearance is only utter chaos
>i happily go outside, the sultriness is quickly replaced by fresh air for a new hero to breath
>my chauffeur is there waiting for me
>i ask her what's for dinner while she turns on the car
>"tendies"
>and so, days passes
>i repeat religiously what i previously did on that unfathomable evening
>more and more bags are involved
>more chaos
>more The Castigator singing
>the burden of not seeing their faces while all these bombs exploded was heavy, but an hero shall go on whatever the case
>another day passes
>another battle, but not the end of the war.
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