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The truth is, you can't remember the last time you actually got mad.
Maybe when you were a little kid- throwing a tantrum when you didn't get your way. Maybe you lashed out once or twice after something upset you- and you certainly felt a boiling sense of anger whenever one of your few possessions was stolen. Such is the way of things on level 5, you replace it with something else and move on. Whenever you felt mad throughout your life- you always felt a bit silly and embarrassed afterwards, a bit guilty, like your tantrum was just self indulgent. You don't feel any of that here. You get mad, grabbing the leg of the chair and swinging it hard at the approaching thug- whose hands were up in a sort of mock-boxing style- as if they had no actual intention of hurting you beyond show. You swing again and again, even as the other two try to surround you, your wild flailing making you impossible to approach. You catch one on the hand, another on the arm, and you feel a great sense of satisfaction. Your anger doesn't feel indulgent now. These faces- these angry, scowling, thuggish, thieving, cruel faces- watching them screw up in pain is a reward. The more angry you get, and the more you fight back- fight back against everything you've experienced to be human evil- the more satisfying your anger is.
<span class="mu-r">"How dare you steal from old ladies! Were you the ones who stole the little kid's bike on this block too?! You're a bunch of cowardly bullies! This is what you get bullies! Take it! THIS IS WHAT BULLIES GET!"</span>
You smack one hard across the nose- the punk suddenly squealing as blood pours out. The other two back off a bit- your wild swings wheeling back and striking the wind out of one of them.
"H-Holy shit! This guy is crazy!"
<span class="mu-g">"Watch out- PKs!"</span>
The message doesn't get across to you quick enough. As the other punks recover and start to run- you- feeling elated in your sudden victory- only now hear the voices behind you barking requests for you to stand down. You suddenly hear and feel a spray of something spicy coat your upper body, some instantly getting into your eyes- and you realize you've been pepper sprayed.
<span class="mu-r">"Ow! Fucccck!"</span>
"Sir! Please drop the weapon! We'd like to talk about this- if you keep acting violent we will be forced to pepper spray you! Please come with us and we can calm you down!"
<span class="mu-r">"Okay- Okay. I give up."</span>
You have been <span class="mu-i">arrested</span> by the Peace Keepers. Any amount of violence is not tolerated- and these two officers just so happened to catch you beating up the thugs without any context. They are never around when you need them, and <span class="mu-i">now</span>, they are right here. That's just great.
