In a last-ditch effort, you point out the chud’s leakage, doing your best to remember your rhetorical tactics from Xitter.
Hey um.. aren’t you getting kind of mad?
NO RETARD I’M NOT MAD I’M JUST MAKING FUN OF YOU FAGGOT
I-If you’re not mad, why are you still replying?
BECAUSE IM MAKING YOU SEETHE AND ITS FUNNY KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK UR SO MAD RIGHT NOW
But I-I’m not mad, I don’t even wanna continue this conversation you’re the one continuing it
THEN WHY ARE YOU TALKING HUH WHY ARE YOU TALKING NIGGER
WAIT
YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO DISTRACT ME FROM SOYDUELING AREN’T YOU
WELL IT WON’T WORK
I’M NOT A RETARD LIKE YOU
Despite his words, a good 7 of the 10 minutes have already passed, during most of which the power of his soyduel was dampened by his leakage.
YOU FUCKING CUCK NIGGER BASTARD!!! I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL ACK YOU OBSESSED NIGGER!!
He pours all of his remaining strength into his attack for the remaining three minutes, but the damage has already been done.
You snap out of the stopped time and crumple to the truckbed, the orb clattering out of your hand. You are extremely disoriented, aching all over, barely able to stand – but not completely mindbroken.
You can hear the screams and gunshots of the ongoing gunfight. Low Life’s car is swerving even more erratically, and seems as if it may crash any minute. The officer who attacked you in the Astral Plane has now diverted his attention solely to you, and is now raining all his bullets towards the truckbed you’re in. What do you do?
