https://youtu.be/BztBuf9bSF8 (AN OLD MEMORY) You didn't knew you had it in you. You can hardly keep your hands from shaking. Your friends were right, it really was that easy to make and throw one.
You can't hide your growing smile at the sight of the building erupting into flames. Yet another shell business N-Corp runs. Every single fucking bookstore has their god damn grubby mitts on it.
You walk away from the burning building. You know what you're doing is highly illegal and that you're probably going to get caught if you keep doing this, but you just don't care. You're <span class="mu-s">sick of this god damnit City.</span>
Every single Company acts like they're some massive bigshots who can throw their weight down to crush everyday people like you. You're fucking sick of it! You want to live a normal life without being some god damn corporate suit for these unethical sleezeballs!
You toss a molotov at another building. It erupts into flames almost instantly. The smell of burning wood causes shivers to run down your spine. Ah, it feels great to show these fuckers they don't have control over you! You're
GAPHG!???, damnit! You're meant to be
A?!LTJ?!
Alex was right. It's good to let out some of your pent up aggression. You should really call him back later, with that whole Wastes trip he wanted to go on.
You stroll down the streets of District 26 with nary a care in the world. It's good to just have the whole street to yourself, in the dead of night. There shouldn't be anyone in these buildings. This is all in good fun, only the companies are getting hurt.
You stop in front of one last building with your remaining bottle. One more burnt building and it's time to go back home. The shattered light bulb carved onto the building's logo is all you need to know. Fucking P-Corp. You'll never forgive those motherfuckers for
AIH()!NT???.
The bottle quickly crashes through the window. Once your handwork is done, you turn to walk away. Before you can even get a few steps away, you hear something.
<span class="mu-r">A blood-curdling scream of agony echoes through the air.</span> You hardly have time to process before your legs automatically move to check the source of the sound. Your heart drops when you see it.
There wasn't supposed to be someone here. The stench of burnt fabrics and cloth. Twisted in a broken mockery of what a human is supposed to look like. Your legs buckle. "M-miss? S-sir?" You fruitlessly talk to what's clearly a <span class="mu-r">corpse.</span>
no no you didn't want to hurt anyone this was just supposed to be some fun venting you just wanted to burn a few buildings that's okay isn't it
oh shit shit fuck fuck what about the other buildin-
<span class="mu-s">A glorious sympathy of screams echoes through the other buildings you hit, Administrator. Remember, partner?</span>
shit shit you gotta go you gotta go you can't go to jail what are you going to do YOU GOT TO FIX-
