Well, by now most of you are tired of all these cryptic posts about something coming soon.
But it’s almost over. So just hang in there. Bear with me. Idk, try to enjoy it or something.
Here, check this out:
The bonehead covered his face as Snickers kept wailing on him. But the bonehead couldn't take the punches anymore. He needed to escape. His body's adrenaline was no match for the teenage rage instigated by the backdrop of the band's fast, heavy and shitty music. In defeat, he fell to the floor. Pins saw this through the chaos. She was armed with steel-toed boots. She saw her target present itself. While the bonehead was busy protecting his face and head, she kicked him in the ribs. As a reflex, the bonehead's arm lowered from his face to protect his side. Then Pins kicked him in the face, feeling the perfect contact, hearing the perfect "crack" as the steel-toe smashed against his brow, splitting open his forehead. The blood poured down his face. For Pins, the rush was like a drug. Like cocaine. It excited her. It opened up her capillaries, shrunk her pupils to pins, pumped blood-turned-pleasure from her heart throughout her extremities and caused all sorts of neurological explosions inside her brain. She was euphoric and proud. She felt proud because it wasn't just random violence. It was directed against a piece of shit. Fuck this foo, she thought. Fuck this foo!
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