The planet quakes with anger, shaking it's fists to the heart of theu niverse that bore it through so much trauma. But this.. "President" This is too much. The rage has been felt, calling out to every person, place, thing. Calling out the demons that haunt nightmares. To the souls of long dead victims of anger and hate. The planet calls out to villains and terrorists to put an end to this man's idiocy before it can even begin. The rage calls out to every negative emotion out felt. And all feel its presence. But only one answers the call with the bat of a red, white, and blue ball of yarn. "Your rage? Good. Want to know how he'll get those scars?"
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