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"Yo! It's me, Lord. I've been jotting down these files or cases, or whatever you want to call these recordings. Time for some filler!

"Picture this: I'm at school, doing my usual thing. Don't worry, I've got my hologram tech on point, so you'll see a photo of me soon enough. I'm that student who never gets any attention.

By the way, we respect women on my channel, just so you know. It's me, Kody's World!" *laughs maniacally* "HAHAHA... Sorry, I was doing that thing where I pretend to be a normal guy and not an insane sociopath. We'll talk about that later."

"I walk into school with my usual haircut and a bag full of murder weapons. Yeah, I'm serious about the sociopath thing. But also, an alien vessel has landed on Earth, and this is the start of our mass extermination, because "they" are coming soon."

"I've known and prepared for this my whole life. I have a giant underground base, an old Marine facility, like the SEALs and stuff. takes a breather Alright, so I'm at school, knowing that when I go back home today, it's gonna be the end."

"But I'm still scared, not of "them" because I could never be scared of those freaks, but of what they would do to people at school. Little did I know, I would soon become an apathetic nightmare. Ah, those were the days, huh?"

"So, I wanted to get a few farms and some vitro meat, you know, synthetic meat, because I live in Toronto, the biggest city in our country. If we were downtown, we'd die immediately. "

"Luckily, we live in the suburbs. So, I start my day as usual, completing four pages of quadratic equations and some fantastic trigonometry. Yay!"

"Anyway, I'm ready to tackle the day and maintain my 97% average in classes. And yeah, I'm the smartass, right? Nah, I'm actually the quiet kid who doesn't acknowledge anyone because he doesn't talk.

(Actually, I just want to be left alone with my anime waifu.) The teacher doesn't make me a teacher's pet because I'm naturally non-existent and considered "quiet."

"Anyway, today wasn't going to be the day I met my demise. Ah, the glorious classroom, a bastion of inspiration and intellectual stimulation.

The pinnacle of educational ambiance, adorned with worn-out desks and chairs that protested with each movement.

The walls were graced by faded posters boasting about academic achievements that were as meaningful as a mosquito's last breath.

And let's not forget the scent of the cafeteria's finest delicacies lingering in the air, accompanied by a hint of disinfectant that made you wonder if cleanliness was just an illusion.

As I claimed my throne at the 4-chair table in the corner, I couldn't help but bask in the serenity of solitude. Ah, the absent kid, a legendary figure who managed to avoid this place like it was a quarantine zone.

The empty seat beside me, was a constant reminder of my ability to repel human interaction. Fate really knows how to play its cards.

I let my luxurious locks of unkempt hair drape over my face, shielding me from the sight of those foolish mortals. Oh, the giggles and whispers of my female classmates, orbiting around me like deranged satellites.

Their fascination with my brooding demeanour and my ability to pronounce sarcasm with every word was truly admirable. If only I could reciprocate their affection. But alas, my heart is but an empty void, much like my social calendar.

While the apocalypse unfolded outside, I focused on matters of true importance—cancer research. Ah, the stolen lungs, delicately preserved in my bag, my prized possessions.

How else would I satiate my insatiable thirst for scientific knowledge? It's not like I can just order them online. Besides, who needs friends when you have stolen organs, right?

As the alarm blared, warning us of impending doom, the chaos around me felt strangely comforting. Panic and fear swept through the classroom like a contagious disease, infecting the minds of my pitiful classmates.

But not I, for I am the extraordinary Lord Goldsworth, immune to such trivialities. Or so I deluded myself into believing.

The classroom is a microcosm of my existence. A place where the worn-out desks and squeaky chairs whispered tales of apathy and indifference. The faded posters mocked me with their empty words of motivation. And the stale air, a fitting metaphor for the stench of disillusionment that permeated my soul.

Little did I know that this day would be a turning point, not only in the world outside but also in my own twisted journey. The events that would unfold would challenge my cynicism, and my moral compass, and force me to confront the dormant humanity buried deep within.

As the school trembled under the weight of destruction, I remained seated, ready to face the forthcoming chaos with my trademark sarcasm and morbid curiosity. After all, what's life without a touch of darkness?"

"I personally think my exposition is top-tier like honestly I'm like Spielbruger in here-"

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