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You are a blast zone. A vast circle of scorched earth and human ash waiting to happen. Abandon all pretense to the contrary.
That's me. Born to burn out.
Your fuse is sizzling. Can you hear it?
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No, thanks. The air raid sirens can stay silent.
That's nice to imagine. Let's see how long it lasts.
Irresponsible. Careless. Destructive.
These are your own personal adjectives. Do you think that's a good thing?
Not just 'good'. Explosively cool.
You think it's 'cool' to announce yourself and your intentions to anyone who might hear? Hershel, you are an operant.
An operant should blend seamlessly into their environment, leave no trace.
Nobody says I can't blend.
Because there is no evidence that you have ever tried. You leave a trail of destruction in your wake and appear to revel in it.
YOUR ENEMIES WILL DEFINITELY SEE YOU COMING, THEY JUST WON'T BE ABLE TO MOVE FAST ENOUGH.
Because there is no evidence that you have ever tried. You leave a trail of destruction in your wake and…Is 'they' your employers or your enemies? Regardless, you certainly deliver less than both expect.It's too late. Look what you did to your friends, your 'crew' -- the people who gave you the happiest years…Heat and instability, that's the CASCADE way.
I can't be too sneaky. That's what They expect.
Is 'they' your employers or your enemies? Regardless, you certainly deliver less than both expect.
Maybe I should be more cautious.
It's too late. Look what you did to your friends, your 'crew' -- the people who gave you the happiest years of your life.
Aggro-espionage -- it's the hot new thing.
Heat and instability, that's the CASCADE way.
Doesn't make me sound very subtle, does it...
It does not. And in case you had forgotten, Hershel, you are an operant.