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Still thinking about the loss the detachment in it almost made all this revenge act quit for good, the idea of revenge was less and less an act and more too deep in to quit because all those bodies have already been piled up. As Malfonz reflected, and enjoyed the outcome every bit as much as the moment he got his revenge and broke him down. Why would Malfonz feel sympathy for a man that just seemed to exist to please him, like a jester during a king’s ballroom party. The people are there to laugh and the jester is there to make people laugh. Malfonz had never changed, his world view never changed. But is there a limit to how long that world he imagines of, truly lasts, or is there a limit. He felt like a clown that Neova boy, walking past those bodies because that scent becomes normal when you work that job, when your environment is only this a search for the cure but no answer. Too poor to ask for the solution, almost as if they were the only ones in ruin, like all those higher ups of better economies had implemented the solution and are living happily, would that invalidate Malfonz and Neova's struggles then, would they stop?
There was nothing inside his soul, not even the part that showed regret, it laid dormant not waking up. But he was completing nothing. And he felt that, he did every job imaginable, racking up money, in a day he’s made a million. He is rich, and he wants more but he finds no worth in trying to work anymore. What can he do with the last bit of his time of the day other than relax. He felt the fear of never becoming a king creeping in and the enemy fear was just an excuse, if he could beat up his enemy to the point of no return it was not a fight but he saw it as a joke. So he was afraid of not becoming the man he wanted to live up to. The man he calls himself so often. If he was not king, he would not be seen as the sky in front of those people he called peasants. People worshiped the sky, not him. So why? This was Malfonz's thoughts.
He won but he did not grow, he was stagnant, only fear can grow a person and make him a man. But he did do some things, decide what role he will play in the coming future.
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I felt stagnant, I needed to be motivated. The greatest punishment for me was waiting, because I was afraid of the beginning of the process and afraid of how things will look up for me. I work around sometimes but not taking a step yet it still feels just as far as when I started. Why take a leap if you are safe from a distance. But why try if I found a loop where I can stay happy and alone without issue, “BUT YOU SAID YOU WERE TAKING A WALKING MY BOI WHY DON’T YOU TRY YOU CAME THIS FAR”.
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What leap old man. He was again asking the wall that Malfonz him.
The leap of a lifetime the leap that makes you the man you wish to be. Pacing back and forth confused, I ... ME wish to be a man?
Who are you?
I AM YOUR MIND MY BOI.
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The advice he wanted to hear he wrote down in his book, the advice he got would still always be tainted by his words, because he was not someone who could criticize himself yet.
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The persons things body kept shifting, the person I imagined was looking crazier, from just a voice to a body and then I could barely even then just decide the face and how it would look. I was getting motivated not like before. DETERMINED maybe because I had a chance at finally achieving that one single victory.
My next leap was getting followers. So I gathered people by fear, and some by money, people were tested, and the battle had begun. I was ready, we were strong.
WE WERE READY FOR THE NEXT LEAP, said both boys Malfonz and Neova as they prepared to fight and plan. But for now the plan was in secrecy the men and women of the different groups were allowed to be let free, since the war was not in plan yet, a war nobody knew of not even the men and women because all this was in their heads. Neova’s men fought for drugs because trading sells, Malfonz’s men were tattooed with his mark in case they decide to leave him. Malfonz created the spear he holds out of tons of magnets pressed against each other with the heat of Malfonz’s through his palms. The tattoo inc was just that magnets. The soldiers were bound to the two boys, one way or another none of them were searching for loyalty, just a helping hand. BUT WHERE IS HE WHAT IS HE DOING? Fin.
The battle ended in 1-1, who will reach the fifth pointer first continue to read ahead.
