liam stood over josh's lifeless body, his mind swirling with the weight of what he'd done. memories of joshs twisted behavior flashed through his mind, amplifying his unease. he remembered the endless hours josh spent online, feverishly typing out hateful messages in his dingy flat. josh prided himself on stirring rage among men who, like him, felt wronged by the worldangry about women, about society, about anyone who didnt look or think like them. "foreigners are ruining this country," josh would seethe, his fingers pounding the keyboard with venom. "real men are being erased. fight back." it wasnt just wordsjosh believed every toxic line he wrote, hoping to fuel the anger of others, inciting them to join his twisted, hate-filled worldview. he painted himself as a victim of modern society, an "incel" warrior on a crusade against everything he felt was wrong in the world. liam had seen it all, and it disgusted him. joshs resentment towards women had turned into open hostility towards anyone who didnt fit his rigid, hateful mold. he harbored a seething hatred for immigrants, anyone who wasnt caucasian, and the lgbtq+ communityironically, including the very relationship he had with liam. when they were together, liam had tried to ignore it, tried to reason with josh. but joshs mind had been warped beyond repair. his rage-bait posts, aimed at stirring up right-wing extremism and encouraging violence, were the only thing that seemed to give him purpose. it was his lifeblood, his twisted outlet for the hatred he felt for himself and everyone else. joshs flat was a breeding ground for bitterness. the glow of his screen illuminated his angry face as he typed late into the night, feeding his army of online followers, each post more venomous than the last. he didnt care if his words hurt peoplehe wanted them to. josh lived for the chaos he caused.
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