CH-23: The I In The Internet

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The wind nearly knocked me off my perch on top of a ridiculously tall pillar, as if the universe itself was challenging my balancing skills.

And let's not forget the water bowls precariously perched on my shoulders, wrist, and head, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to spill their contents all over me.

Every gust of wind seemed to taunt me, sending ripples through the water and testing my ability to stay upright.

As if the horse stance I was forced to maintain wasn't challenging enough.

Seriously, one wrong move and I'd be taking a not-so-graceful fall.

The past couple of weeks have been a blast, let me tell you.

Wake up at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m., because who doesn't love starting their day before the sun even rises?

Then, it's a delightful 10-mile run to get the blood pumping, followed by a mere 100 pushups, 100 pull-ups, and 100 squats.

Just your average morning routine, right?

But wait, there's more! Fox, the old master of torture.. I mean training, like to mix things up.

One day, it's all about mastering flexibility, gymnastics and acrobatics.

Next, it's all about control and sculpting the perfect body.

Because why focus on just one form of torture.. I mean training when you can have it all?

I had never felt such intense anger as when Fox roused me at four in the morning, Yet, I had no room to complain, for that old son of bitch do all those with me and do it better.

So, I swallowed my frustration, silently enduring the demanding regimen he imposed.

"Ah, for fuck's sake!"

I exclaimed, frustration evident in my voice as the bowl perched on my head slipped backward, shattering on the ground below.

I couldn't react too hastily or I risked dropping the other damn bowls in my hands.

"Well, that's another 50 pushups added to your never-ending list." Fox chimed in, sipping his hot tea while enjoying the shade under a nearby tree.

"Fuck you!" I shot back, my back throbbing with pain, my irritation growing by the second.

"You're overthinking, V."

He sighed, setting down his empty tea glass on a blanket spread over the freshly cut grass.

"Let your mind find some peace."

"Oh, how kind of you to make me stand shirtless under this scorching sun and channel your inner Mr. Miyagi." I snapped, struggling to regain my balance but managing to steady myself just in time.

"Those snarky comments won't get you far, kid." He chuckled, clearly amused by my struggle.

Refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, I took a deep breath, focusing on adjusting my legs and planting my feet firmly on the unforgiving wooden pillar.

Glancing down at the five shattered bowls scattered on the ground, I realized I had a hefty quota of 250 pushups to fulfill.

I could handle it; I just needed to make damn sure I didn't break any more of those cursed bowls.

Closing my eyes, I attempted to clear my mind, an arduous task in itself.

Wrangling stray thoughts felt like trying to corral wild horses but I persevered, determined to find that elusive inner peace.

Like a serene lake untouched by ripples, I gradually lost awareness of my limbs.

They remained motionless, perfectly still, yet I no longer felt their presence.

In that moment, I became one with nature, calm and at peace...

[I'm Hungry.]

And just like that, the tranquility shattered. I opened my eyes, feeling the strength drain from my legs.

Slowly, I tilted backward, my balance compromised and I fell.

"Argh!" I grunted, a sound of frustration escaping my lips as the pain of losing my peace and falling washed over me.

Lying on the ground, exhaustion seeping through my bones, I saw Fox's shadow looming over me, blocking the sun.

"You can take your lunch break now. You've trained for three hours. Push it any further, and you'll keel over." He remarked, checking the time on his pocket watch.

I sighed, grateful for the reprieve and leaned back, soaking in his words.

"Rest up and be in the Study at sharp 5." Fox instructed, heading toward the mansion.

Once he was out of sight, I mustered the strength to stand, grabbing my shirt from the blanket and following him into the mansion.

My stomach growled with hunger, urging me to make a beeline for the kitchen.

[You better start eating because your liver is starting to look real juicy]

Venom's ominous voice echoed in my head as I entered the dining area.

A sumptuous feast awaited me on the table, and I couldn't be bothered with proper table manners.

I dug into the whole grilled chicken, savoring every juicy bite.

Although Fox didn't have a cliché English butler, he seemed to have hired a professional chef and maids to tend to the mansion.

The chef stood in shock as he witnessed a scrawny kid devour a meal fit for a small army.

Having satisfied my hunger and saved my liver from Venom's imaginary teeth, I made my way back to my room, sweat pouring down my face.

I knew I desperately needed a shower and a nap.

First, the shower washed away the sweat, and then I changed into more comfortable clothes.

Making my way to the PC in the corner of the room, I settled down, ready to catch up on what the world had been up to since I left New York.

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•DragonCross20 - Posted on August-15-2002.

-I know this is not going to be a surprise for the people of North Dakota but for other people of this world. Here is the news.

{Mutant.fight.img1}

Yes, that red spot on the sky is the Fucking Magneto fighting against a extremely hot white haired chick, who at this time I don't know the name of.

Well, as per the sources go, there seemed to be a fight against the popular Mutant group X-Men and Magneto's terror squad for recruiting a young mutant that popped on the map.

People of North Dakota are in cheers as finally somebody noticed them.

Anyway, the fight had escalated quickly leaving a trail of destruction around the city.

{City.destroyed.img}

Yes, that's the site of the city right now.

But these are not exclusive and I have obtained a new file that none has yet, not even mainstream media.

The following images contain the face of the mutant girl they have been fighting for and many other mutants from both sides, so see it before the administrators decide to take it down.

{Newmutant.exclusive.img}

•Lord_Kismet

-Damn! She is cute! Love the whole white streak and brown hair.

•DragonCross20

-According to sources she is 15.

•Lord_Kismet

-Oh Fuck! I ain't saying shit anymore.

But you gotta admit she ain't looking 15 in that pic.

I mean I'm not the only one right?!

Right?!!

•BlackDemon_Fire33

-Ofcourse not

{Damn!!!.Meme}

@DragonCross20, Did the sources say who she was or who the lady with white hair is?

•DragonCross20

-@BlackDemon_Fire33, At present I don't have their real identities but I think the woman's X-Men name was Storm.

•BenoîtValtin007

-If you guys think about it.

It's two middle aged men fighting over a 15 year old girl and one of them is in a wheelchair while the other is a racist.

It's just creepy.

•AJ450

-@BenoîtValtin007. Not really the total context but I guess that sums it up.

Anyway, I think I know who the girl is, I mean I'm not sure but I think her name is Anna Marie.

I specifically remember that streak of white hair.

She was my brother's classmate in middle school but I can be totally wrong and that can be a totally different girl with dyed hair.

•DragonCross20

-For the better or for the worse the fight ended up with the X-Men picking up the girl.

And Magneto left the area with his lackeys.

•Mynameis_Weeb

-Do you know you can't breathe through your nose with your tongue out?

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For whoever tried this you look like a dog now.

•TheWar_280

-Fuck!!

{Seize.your.hersey.meme}

Get this guy out of here and Kill him!!

•Mynameis_Weeb

-Hehe.

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After scrolling through a few news articles, I realized that there wasn't much of importance or major news to catch up on.

It seemed to be filled with random rants and insignificant updates.

Well, it seems that Rogue has joined the X-Men.

As I had suspected earlier, mutants are gradually emerging from the shadows.

I could only hope that things wouldn't escalate too quickly, I really didn't want the shit to hit the fan this soon.

I can think about this later, for now, all I needed was a peaceful nap.

I closed my eyes and collapsed onto the bed, the exhaustion in my sore shoulders luring me into a deep and blissful sleep.

There's nothing quite like this.