This house was fucking terrible. Even though she couldn’t say it, in her mind she knew she was depressed. At fucking 10 years old. She couldn’t articulate yet, but the vibe she was feeling and emanating was that of “no thank you” mixed with the distinct aroma of the desire to walk into oncoming traffic.
Bambam also couldn’t properly express this either, so she decided to try something that she had been dipping her toes in for a couple years.
She chose motherfucking violence. All in, balls deep, openly without regret. This was gonna hurt and she was gonna make sure she inflicted as much pain as possible. There was no way she was going out without a big ole bang. Take as many down with her as possible. After all misery loves company amirite?
Then there were the ones that just wanted to watch the world burn.
Nothing less is expected in the feral journey that is the Tale of Bambam the Brave