So, that's it, the world became a game. Society became a game. It's all about winning or losing, surviving or dying, yes?
Yes, but the rules are flexible. The rules can be changed.
One day, I have decided to stop playing the game and it wasn't pretty.
Ok, it was pretty. It was beautiful, joyful, ecstatic and deadly.

It began when I was fed up with everything. With the sense of isolation, of division, of being individual...
Alone...
Vulnerable...
Unimportant...
So, that's when I got tired with playing the game. I've decided to quit their game and make the others play my game.
I have summoned death to do my bidding, I have became a god for my enemies, a master of their life and death.

It's funny how one that stopped playing the game, can make many, many players lose.
They thought that it would be an ordinary day of playing, winning, losing, etc. but it turned into a wargame.
I turned it into a whargame and I won.

So, they have kicked me out from my house for not paying the rent, yes? Who cares, who cares. That's how the game is played. You get sick, you lose everything, now how do I win?
I win by defeating the other side, of course. Turning a win-lose situation into a lose-lose. Objective denial.

That's how the plan of the most famous victory of this age was formed.

Objective: Demolish the block in order to prevent the enemy from making income from renting it.

Ok, that's the landlord. Good.
Who's next? My father, yes? Objective denial, objective denial, objective denial...
His objective was get rich by fucking with everyone and avoid paying for it, yes?

Objective: Kill my father in order to prevent him from getting away with his crimes.

Good, good. That's my father. He has paid for mentally torturing me since I was born. He has paid for financially ruining me. Rest in pieces, motherfucker.

Then, there's a choice. Two enemies. I have limited resources and I can't destroy them both. I hate them both. They have harmed me in their filthy games and they need to pay. Family Court and Inland Revenue. Filthy subhuman pigs, drunk with power, drunk with blood of poor people. I hate them both.
I throw a D6. Inland Revenue. I grin savagely.

Objective: Assassinate Inland Revenue workers in order to destroy their domination over common folk.

Preparations:

Objective: Scout the Inland Revenue offices in order to find the highest officials and vulnerabilities.

I went to the Inland Revenue office under guise of doing some tax stuff. I've noted where are the highest officials and I've noticed that the building is completely unprotected and that the workers aren't separated from the petitioners. Good. Very good.

Objective: Put my father into a place where he can be eliminated without witnesses.

I phoned to my father and said that I want to talk with him. I told him that I want to visit him next day. He agreed. Arrogant fool.

Objective: Gather demolition equipment.

I bought a canister of gas and a cheap cell phone with a card. I modified the cell phone so that it would create a spark when called to.
Good, good.

Next day I closed all the windows, put a cell phone in far room, near a gas canister. Then I turned on gas on all burners in my kitchen, but didn't turn it on. Good. I packed knives, and an axe and went out to meet my father.
I walked to his home. He let me in He was there with his new wife. She was working in kitchen. He wanted to lead me to his room, but I put my hand on his mouth and slit his throat. Then I went to kitchen and butchered his whore wife. Good.

I cleaned my knife. Good. My father happened to own a gun. I put it and a few magazines of ammo into my bag. Very good.

Then I went to the Inland Revenue offices.

Objective: Assault the workers on the first floor. Go upstairs and kill the high officials.

I went inside and moved to the hall where workers handled petitioners. It was about 10 meters long and 10 meters wide. There was about 15 of workers, sitting behind desks that formed a cordon that separated them from petitioners. I jumped over the desk and hit the first worker with my axe and then quickly stabbed her throat with my knife that I held in other hand.
I started a massacre, I was like a lion among the sheep, slashing, crushing, stabbing. Crushing skulls, slashing throats, spilling entrails.
In less than a minute the workers were dead, took by surprise. Petitioners ran out screaming. I knew that I have little of time left.
I ran upstairs to the offices of higher officials. I caught them there and butchered them all. It was as easy as throwing a baby out of a window.
Good.

I take my cell phone and dial home.
Very Good.

I pull out my gun and prepare for a confrontation with pigs.

Whatever happens next, the mission is completed. I have already won. I killed a lot more of them than they have killed of me. Corpses. That what these players have become.
A small change of the rules and they start to lose.
Life is brutal, but so am I.

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