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(New Rogues Box)

Michael listened to Adam's words, before beginning to laugh. He laughed harder and harder, his sanity beginning to snap. The Train OF Thought is a funny thing. It barrels down your mind with no way to stop it. When a wall arrives, the train keeps going. It never slows. But there is an emergency exit, rarely used. Madness. Madness is the exit, and Michael was beginning to reach towards it. He doubled over, laughing. He stood, and wiped a tear from his eye.

"Y-you really think all that? You blind moron. Why do you think we only let you see your brother once? I killed him. And he screamed all the while as I cut him, bit by bit. You call me pathetic, while you obeyed me without hesitation, wanting to see your widdle baby bwother again. He is dead, moron. Calling me pathetic, you have no clue how dangerous I really am. You obeyed me, betrayed your own group, for another person who was rotting 6 feet under. You were my bitch."

Michael turned to Duane, anger rising inside him.

"Oh, you want to leave? Hm? Fine. I will let you go. Go to where all the others go eventually."

Michael opened his knife, and thrust it towards Duane, aiming for the neck.