In a rage, you throw rocks randomly into the crowd, hoping to hit someone.

Angry that all these crying kids were now laughing at you, all because your bladder was weak against the power of acceptance and joy, you grabbed several rocks on the ground.

Painfully aware of the wet warmth spilling down your legs, you bring your arm back and forward again, chucking the rocks as far as you can. You hear several yelps of pain from different spots in the crowd and you nod in satisfaction, letting loose another volley of rocks.

You then stopped, noticing how the once-crying kids were now quiet and staring right at you. Nervous, you begin to back away. They were still staring and, now, slowly starting to advance. You sensed anger.

The End

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