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You're cruising uptown to find your next victim, Joy Kinov, the mayor's daughter. You've got her address, her phone's GPS, her phone number and social media accounts, and a Lincoln Continental full of bells and whistles you want to share with Joy.
Normally in your zone, but now blinded with rage, you phase out of paying attention to the road for a second, and nearly swerve into oncoming traffic. You right your driving, but you keep seeing your first victim's face... Combined into Joy Kinov's face... Then the faces morph and transform back and forth.
Can't focus... Your first victim is whispering to you. Punishing you... Pushing you over the edge, a familiar threshold you've been at before... Normally you've coldly killed another person in a calculated manner before you reach this point. It's only ever happened with the first one... But you need to kill... You needed to kill even sooner... You thought you had control...
Your nerves fray, split and snap. Your actions jerk and embolden into harsher, less controllable actions. You begin babbling, then asserting, then shouting at yourself and the bystanders on the sidewalk. Horn-honking and aggressive driving ensue.
(+0.15 Suspicion)
All you can think about is terror, rape, death... And fire.
The overwhelming compulsion to inflict it all.
Can you calm yourself down?
(First set of rolls goes to this!! - Avg./Mean)
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[Perspective Shift: Joy Kinov]
You roll your eyes, double-thumb your cellphone, and think: "Like, ohhhh, emmm, geeee. I told Kim we were besties last week, and here she is on her ChapSnizz Storyline taking dick from Paul even though she knows that Paul gave me chlamydia when we hooked up in the club bathroom a week and a half ago! Like hellooooooo???? What a slut!!"
You pat yourself on the back for not being as big a slut as Kim, take your prescribed antiviral pill, then pull out your compact makeup disc from your purse and begin applying lipstick and eyeshadow. The smoky look is in style, but Brad probably doesn't know that!! You can't wait to suck his dick in a bathroom stall and see if he noticed your recent botox injections. He complimented you on your boob implants, that's why you fucked him two weeks ago in between fucking Paul, and why you want to fuck him again now. Last time he bought three bottles of champagne. What a gentlem-**SKKKKKKRRRKKKK**!!!
Like, ugh, what iS tHaT nOiSe?!!!?!1! The hillbillies in this town should have some consideration for a girl like you who needs her beauty sleep, or you could end up just as ugly as them one day, and they'd have no one to jerk off to. You cringe and shudder at the thought, and return to the larger mirror in your room so you can more accurately apply makeup.
**SKRREEEEEEEE**
