the twp chudcel’s evil racist grin fills you with rage, reminding you of that fat bigoted conservative you dealt with earlier
you uncontrollably shake and seethe as if your rage was granted by feral itself
grab lil’ doorknobs gun and slime dat nigga instantly
The sheer rage invoked in you at this moment could not be measured on any scale. You can’t take this f*cking bigotry right now. This f*cking chud has to die.
Doorknob, give me my gun.
<Nigga get it yoself, i aint yo muthafuckin slave!
Hurt by the implication of his rude words, you grab your gun and shakily aim it at the officer. Despite your anger, you hesitate. Sure, you’ve mustered the courage to use a gun… but k*lling someone with it? Even a nazi pissbaby chudcel? It sends a chill down your spine.
But this is a life or death situation, and even if you’d let yourself be killed, you’d never forgive yourself for letting your bull die. So, you brace yourself and fire.
…
Oh. Bulletproof glass. You don’t know how you didn’t consider that.
