I've been sent on a mission, I was given an artificial booster, I put it on, its a mask, my face slowly returns to its normal shape and loses its scars, and my eye is back to normal, well not really, it's just an illusion type, this is an experimental type of assignment as well as an assassination, I'm not sure about that, ill see how it goes, judge him myself, now where am I going? oh, Russia, that hellhole, honestly I'm kinda sad it wasn't Japan or Korea, it would have been cool to see how their part of the world has developed
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airplanes are always so boring, I happened to be put by at least 400lb lady and a mom and her kid, the baby is actually pretty quiet which is nice, though the mom looks tired
"Hey, ma'am?"
the mom looks over "yea?"
"here, you look like you need a cheering up" I hand her about 50000$ in cash out of my bag
"i-i can't take this"
"you will and feel free to use it on whatever, also your kid is just lovely"
she smiles and nods at me "thanks Mr"
"no problem miss" I go back to what I was doing, I hear a huff, it's the 400 pounder, she starts to mumble about kindness and other things, kindness my ass, she probably wants free shit, also, that was half my money... I don't regret giving it away, I like the dopamine rush of joy I get, I don't gift for their sake, I gift for my own, at least I don't lie about it for clout... unlike 'cough' celebrities 'cough' damn had something clogged in my brain, I apologize system
{you're just butthurt}
when did you get a personality? well I guess you could very loosely count as a sentient being
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It's cold as hell here, I hate it, shoulda brought a jacket, luckily I can set the snow on fire and melt it, so I won't get my shoes wet, and I don't have to worry about fires here, honestly if you were born with I firepower here, you'd want to move if you wished to be a hero, on the other hand... ice... goddamnit... I can feel the foreshadowing from here, I don't expect there to be a big bad though, I just expect there to be an ice power to fight, I don't look forward to it
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why is it so hard to find a place to live, not even a hotel, and the people here really are drunkards, I'm kinda sad about that, though I guess that just means I can make stereotype jokes, or wait are that offensive? ah! who cares! It's not like it would piss them off, they're too drunk to care! I'm evil, despicable, and yet its also funny, I'm disappointed, well not much i can do about that, but why does everyone look so muscly? the women here could stop a truck with their own hands