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  “F**k,” He gasped between heaves. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”
  It had all gone to waste. F*****g all of it. His f*****g meticulous planning, all those stuff, all those stolen stuff lives had been sacrificed for. F*****g all of it. His legs buckled under him. He didn’t make an effort to stay upright. He just didn’t give a f**k anymore.  Let the little leeches come if they wanted. A demented laugh escaped his bleeding lips. There would be bloodshed. Maybe enough to intoxicate him into <insert word here>.
  “Come on, I’m here. I’m heeeeeere!” He let out a war whoop. “Come and get me, ya f*****g moronic a******s!” They wouldn’t come. Of course they wouldn’t, not when he wanted them to. Those f*****g unreliable b******s. A little whiny voice in the back of his mind informed him that he was losing his mind.
  “I don’t give a s**t. As long as you go with it,” He muttered darkly. He stood and examined his surroundings.

Author's Note

don't tell me I overdid the cursing--it's supposed to be that way.