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He does not know how long has passed since the day he lost his best friend forever.
The day that his life lost all its meaning.
The day that he stopped caring about the country, about its inhabitants, about all the disagreements surrounding it.
The day that he lashed out and his only remaining friends left him behind.
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He buried himself in work since that day, in and out of the nuclear facility all day and all night.
He will make them all pay.
Everyone who hurt him and the people that only seek pain and misery on others.
They will all pay.
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His hands burned, they had been burned, so much so that the skin on his palms and the tips of his fingers had been singed clean off.
Only pink scarred flesh remained.
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He wrote letters while he could still hold a pen. His hand-eye coordination was quickly deteriorating from radiation poisoning. His hands constantly shook nowadays.
But it was all worth it.
He grinned, green and yellow pupils glowing in the shade of his fringe.
The nukes were almost ready.
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"FUCK!"
He screamed out as he accidentally knocked over one of the vials in his scuffed lab, the toxic chemicals spilled all over the place and some splashed right onto the exposed skin of his arm.
He stumbled back from the workbench, clutching his arm with tainted gloves, but it didn't matter, it had already been absorbed.
He frowned deeper at the sight of the new burn, this one looked worse than the ones from the festival...
But that's fine, he was so close to being done anyways! A little extra toxic damage won't stop him from finishing his goal.
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The burn had gotten much worse by the time he finished the last nuke, the skin around it looked almost green but that was fine.
His hair was beginning to fall out but that was also fine!
Not to mention the strange symbols in his eyes...
But if you ask him, those just made him look badass more than anything!
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Early in the morning on the final day, he sent private messages to the few people that still had good in them, that deserved to live (The list of people was tiny, it consisted of only two people: Niki and Ranboo, he added an apology to the end of the message to Ranboo, wishing him luck with raising Michael) and told them to leave and go as far away as they could if they wished to live. He did not bat an eye when the rusted communicator hummed with new notifications.
Then. Finally. Finally. He approached the console.
He shakily put in the launch codes and pushed the launch button.
He grinned as he watched the first nuke land right at the center of the failed country, the second landing on the prison a moment later, and his grin grew impossibly wider as he saw the shockwave quickly approaching him.
"See you all in hell, fuckers."
And then, just like that, everything went white and just as quickly faded to black.