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Ebola has a minion!

Virus the Slivyne

Ebola
Legacy Name: Ebola

The

Bloodred Cadogre
Owner:

CMYK

Age: 16 years, 3 months, 4 days

Born: December 15th, 2009

Adopted: 11 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 25th, 2014

Statistics

Level: 11
Strength: 28
Defense: 28
Speed: 20
Health: 20
HP: 20/20
Intelligence: 17
Books Read: 17
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

I am a V. iR - u S on your system

I wreak h. A v0 C on everything that you love

Why are you so scared, little one?
Why do you look upon me with fear?

Is it my breath of acid
or my toxic gaze?

Perhaps it is my festering wounds
that shall never heal with time?

Or maybe it is my words
of poisonous white lies?

You don't need to fear me,
for don't you see?

You are the ones who created me

I am the virus on your system
I am the plague in your dreams
I am the corruption of all innocence
I am the abomination from your nightmares

Yes, you are the ones who are to blame
For you are the ones who created me

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? The answer is obvious, because all you would probably see is your own reflection.

Oh, were you expecting some kind of philosophical life-changing answer? Well, sorry to disappoint.

But maybe I should introduce myself first. My name is None Of Your Business, and how about you not make it your business?

That's not fair? Well, I don't care for your name, so maybe you shouldn't care for mine. Let's just keep things nice and simple, and maybe you'll get out of here in one piece.

At the very least.

He despised politics. He hated it so much that his face would morph into the ugliest sneer whenever someone even so much as coughed a single word about politics.

Understandable, since after all, politics ruined his homeland. Politicians gave no shits about who or what they destroyed in their stupid endeavors towards a power they didn't even deserve, so he gave absolutely zero shits about them.

Well, maybe not exactly that. After all, their computers had some very tasty secrets that he could use as blackmail.

They called him Ebola, simply because he was a deadly virus upon their systems.

Who are they, you ask?

Well, anyone who had the misfortune of ever encountering this nuisance. Though perhaps nuisance isn't the correct term. It sounds more like a fly buzzing around your head. THAT is a nuisance.

He is the starving shark that comes after you when you're bleeding out in the water.

All he needed was a whiff, a small thread, and BAM. All your defenses gone, all your secrets laid out for him to see.

They called him a genius. He called himself a natural.