Play with Mad Scientists!

Rainy day. Daisuke Zuo, who got out of the cab, was in mourning.

In the meantime, there was also the misfortune of the relatives, but you were of age and age, and it was the last time you could call yourself a great student, so you are not so sad a substitute. I'm not even very close to Zao in the first place.

But the next funeral is very sad for Zuo.

There was an obituary because he was my best friend from high school in Zuo.

He was a much more successful manager than Zuo. The fact that Zuo started his business in the first place was also due to his influence. I confronted him as unbeatable. Shortly after Zuo started his business and was somewhat on track, he rejoiced and blessed me as much as I did. He also bought the shareholding to assist me.

"The top has to be ruthless," he then said to Zuo, where the factory he runs fell into mismanagement.

But behind his back, he was successful in building a white company with good behavior and was respected by his employees, even without doing so himself. These days he had become so famous that he often appeared in magazines as well.

"Why does he have to die... Why him?"

He whines in his voice, and Zuo looks up to the rain sky. There's pity, but the nasty is stronger than that.

(He had a lot more talent than me. I had a much stronger conviction than I did. I was dazzled and envious of him, but I admired him and I was proud to be his friend)

Same age as myself - sudden death at only forty.

(I would have gotten bigger if I had lived, and could have made a little further leap and become a great man in history. that dude is dead and survives a defector who just fails to do anything like me)

Someone said, death reminds me of the word equality.

The loss of life comes to everyone equally. Tired said that with the immortals, only life expectancy would be extended to live forever, and still die when they die.

"Even you can't say there's no chance beyond me. If you're gonna mess it up for me, try my share. If you're still willing."

I thought I heard my best friend laugh when he said that.

(That's what he's gonna say)

I think so while paying for the fragrance and laugh at it. When I saw it and saw the receptionist was a little, I thought it was gone.

That was yesterday's story.

When I was a kid, when my lion wife Eggplant learned the word psychopath, I suspected that this was about me.

I have no guilt in bothering others with my failures. I don't understand what other people's pain is. Whether you read a book or watch a movie, you can't get emotional about scenes that other humans find touching. Conversely, scenes where characters are gasping for predicament or when you look at Bad End pieces make your mind snap.

In time, the lion wife became attracted to crime. I browsed all the websites online describing heinous crimes, sometimes pennies, and also sneaked up on snaff footage.

The lion wife usually made friends, normally encouraged her to study, normally completed her studies, got a normal job, but was disgusted with living a tasteless, dry life, and stepped into the back street.

A lion wife who became a freelance informant, but didn't try to work too aggressively. I thought if I fell into the back street, there would be some stimulus to excite my own mind, but that's not true. It's a loose day, looking forward only to taking a trip to the 'President Pickled in formalin' entertainment with the money you earn. Only the brutal show of his organization was the whispering pleasure of his lion wife.

One day like that, something amazing happened, rocking the soul of the lion wife.

Simultaneous and multiple terrorist attacks by the armed religious group Megalodon of Thin Happiness.

One of the things that particularly aroused the heart of the lion's wife was the television jacking by the cult executive companion Daiyoshi, who incited terrorism after a killing show was flown into the teahouse.

Watching that tv jack, my heart was exalted more intensely than ever. The excitement does not cool even after seeing it, and the lion wife is determined. When I become like Daikichi, too.

To that end, he sought strength, and went to the Yukioka Institute and told Junko Yukioka. He wants powerful power because he doesn't have to live long. He wants a mighty fighting force that's not so easy to beat.

That was months ago.

Kahiko An doesn't have a single friend at school.

Until the second grade, I usually had friends, and I was playing. But after three years of changing classes, I started getting jerks, and the school no longer had any friends.

But in places that aren't schools, there are people who can be called friends.

I might as well be a disciple than a friend, but the three younger kids in the next house and Kehiko have always played.

When Kahiko began to be bullied, the child was still a kindergartner, but he admired Kahiko and was always with him. Since Kahiko began to be bullied, Kahiko had found salvation in her time with the child.

Kehiko has been bullied ever since. Even when I went up to junior high school, I continued to be bullied, but because of one incident when I was fourteen, I wanted to change my weak self.

"I want to do something about this personality. I want to be a bad guy. I want to be fierce. I want to be the evil that curses and destroys the world. I want that power too."

That's what I wanted when I went to a place called the Snow Oka Institute and told the red-eyed girl.

"I want to change my mind, not just my body, ah... I don't really like that, but I'll give it a shot."

She remodeled Kehiko in a slightly unpleasant manner.

That's how Kehiko changed. The hard feelings so far turn the sad past all into resentment and anger, into a desire to destroy, and everything but one curses and desires to destroy it.

One of them is the neighbor child that Kehiko was the only salvation.

Without wanting to show himself that he had changed because of his barely remaining conscience, Kehiko chooses the path of silent parting without telling his child anything, and leaving Euthanasia City where he was born and raised.

That was a year ago.

It wasn't until I was in first grade that Sandcastle Dream realized that my body was different from others.

At the same time, a consciousness is fostered that you are different from others, and you learn walls between them.

A slight trigger. Slight discrepancies in thought. It really started with a very slight discrepancy, and when I realized it, I was on a completely different path from others.

It was decidedly crazy when I realized it. It's not who's fault. I realized that I was all bad myself, and at the age of seven, my dreams of coming had been fulfilled. No, I was giving up.

With the years, the distortion of the coming dreams grows.

In time, a variety of oddities stood out in the coming dream, plaguing my family.

All the toys my parents bought me split apart and played. I also broke down the console. I liked to fall apart and see what was going on inside.

When I broke the leech my uncle and his wife gave me and looked inside, my first dream was beaten by my parents.

"Don't you think it's pathetic!?

My mother scolded me as I cried, and my dreams cried without speaking out. I'm not sad that I was scolded or beaten. The fact that I made my parents cry was sad.

I had a chest ache for what my family was worried about due to my odd behavior, but I couldn't help but dream of coming. I can't fix it anymore. I don't have the will to fix it.

One day, I watch TV, it's a children's cartoon, and I'm woken up to see the villain rampaging. But when the villain was defeated by the protagonist, he was sorry and sad and wept.

The coming dream held one certainty at that time.

"I'm evil."

The coming dreams will continue to believe that ever since.

That was six years ago.