Marvel: My Life Is A TV SHOW!-Chapter 133: Good afternoon. Good evening. Good night
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Chapter 133: Good afternoon. Good evening. Good night
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"Welcome back to the show, my lovely audience. I've missed you."
He leaned forward slightly. "A lot has happened since we last spoke. A tragic incident, two days ago; a suicide bombing aimed at me."
"It failed to take my life, but it took the life of an innocent. It left others permanently impaired. Many injured."
His expression softened. "It wasn't my fault. I know that. I'm not responsible for the actions of madmen. But I was the target..."
"So I did what I could. Compensated the family of the deceased. Ordered customized Cypher Prosthetics for those who lost limbs."
"Paid for all their healthcare; because the only thing almost almost worse than Mephisto in this country is the healthcare system."
A strange smile arose. "But it didn't feel like enough... Nowhere near enough. So I haven't slept since the incident."
"Every waking moment, I've been investigating. Something the authorities seemed... incompetent at doing."
He paused. "Hell, a federal judge wrote a search warrant for my properties. For Cypher HQ. For some fucking reason."
He shook his head, blinking slowly. "Unfortunately, just like last time with Hydra, I have to do all the work myself."
"The moment I announced this livestream, my phone started screaming. Calls from people who want me to stay silent. People who want me to disappear. People who want me to..."
He laughed, "...Well, let's just say some of the suggestions were anatomically impossible and legally questionable."
His grin widened. "But I'm used to leaking more than a sinking ship with a captain who can't swim."
"I'm used to exposing more than a flasher at a nun convention. I'm used to causing more chaos than a toddler with a flamethrower in a fireworks factory. So here we are."
[Let's GOOO! I'm so fucking excited to take in some leaks!!]
[Adam! Feed us your leaks!!!]
["Anatomically impossible and legally questionable." Look at that grin, so proud of that line, reminds me of Leon's one-liners.]
[The healthcare joke landed. America's healthcare IS worse than Mephisto.]
[The analogies, I fucking can't! Lmao!!]
Adam's tone shifted, becoming more serious.
"I'm happy to inform you that the Hydra leak was very successful. Devastatingly so."
"Governments around the world have launched operations against them. They've lost facilities, personnel, secrets. They're bleeding. And every week, I add to the wound."
He winked. "It's become a ritual. Hydra Hate Hour, every Wednesday. You should tune in."
"The success of the leak cemented in my mind the value of transparency, so I thought I'do something similar again..."
He leaned forward, his eyes hardening.
"Corruption is everywhere. I mean, look at Epstein. The monster took a plea deal; pleaded guilty to lesser state charges, served thirteen months with work release."
"Thirteen months, for what should have been numerous counts of sex trafficking of minors. To be the biggest sex trafficker around and get away with it?"
He laughed with amusement, "He must have satisfied a lot of powerful people. Satisfied them well."
His smile returned, eerie, it was.
"Indeed, it may come as a surprise to most of you, but what I said is the truth. Hopefully, after today, he'll be looked into."
Adam's expression shifted again, the playfulness draining away, replaced by an expression frozen in time. His eyes fixed on the camera, and through it, on the world.
"Now. The main meal of the day."
He paused, letting the silence stretch.
"The suicide bombings."
The words hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
"The main characters of this story are two special individuals. The first is a woman who buried her story well. It was difficult even for me to track her."
He began to speak, his voice flat, "When her daughter was a few months old, the child demonstrated pyrokinetic powers. Small sparks at first. By age two, she burned down their house. Died in the process. Disfigured her mother."
He let that sink in.
"Years later, that mother; who would come to call herself the Leper Queen; started an anti-mutant group. The Sapien League."
"Fueled by irrational hatred for mutants. In 2007, she assembled a large group of anti-mutant extremists, armed them, and murdered over two hundred mutants in cold blood. Children included."
Adam's voice didn't waver.
"Then she was invited to join the M.R.D. The Mutant Response Division. Government-sponsored. Taxpayer-funded."
He paused.
"The second individual is William Stryker. He was in the military, before I killed him."
The words landed like a bomb.
Confusion rippled across the globe. Viewers stared at screens, unsure they'd heard correctly. Did he just... confess to murder? On live television?
Adam smiled, amused as if imagining the collective shock.
"But you haven't heard about it, have you? No charges were pursued. Even though people in the military know. Why would they not come after me?" He chuckled.
"Because they're praying day and night that the name William Stryker stays buried. Buried forever. Never mentioned again. Afraid of what he did in their name. With their resources. With their approval."
His expression stiffened.
"Stryker's wife was pregnant. A car accident forced him to deliver the baby himself. At birth, the child was physically mutated."
"Sgt. Stryker, believing it was a monster, stabbed the newborn. When his wife woke and asked if the baby was okay, he hugged her; and snapped her neck."
[WTF is happening??!]
[I'm so in shock! Tf is he thinking?!]
[Damn! This is already better than the last leak! I'm fucking erect!]
[No matter how many times I hear of Stryker's story, it's still always horrifying..]
[The M.R.D is actually the den of evil. They be inviting just anyone in there.]
[It's like the most evil things possible is the entry cost, tf man.]
"Stryker grew to hate mutants irrationally. Rose through the ranks. Killed and experimented on hundreds; thousands; of mutants." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"He created a paramilitary group called the Purifiers with the goal of mutant genocide."
Adam met the camera's eye.
"Not too long ago, he attempted to eradicate mutantkind through demonic means. Means that would have also killed millions of normal humans. So I killed him. To stop him."
He shrugged, as if discussing the weather.
"The Purifiers who survived? They were invited to the M.R.D."
A long pause.
"The hatred in those organizations; the M.R.D., the Sapien League, the Purifiers; is overflowing."
"They're filled with some of the most vile people to ever exist. So vile that they decided to plan suicide bombings throughout the world. In the name of mutants. Targeting mostly humans."
His voice dropped. "They've killed thousands. Based on the information I've gathered, I estimate they've murdered a combination of tens of thousands of humans and mutants."
He shook his head slowly.
"Need I remind you that the M.R.D. is government-sponsored? Government-supported? Meaning their suicide bombings in nations outside the US are sponsored by the American government?"
A laugh. "Now that's a PR nightmare. A diplomatic catastrophe."
Adam sighed, running a hand through his white hair.
"The M.R.D.'s crimes are many. Their suicide bombing attempt against me was the least of it."
"But it drove me to investigate them thoroughly. They've done so many abhorrent things that they've likely affected you, too."
"Because... Because they also experiment on children. Normal children, not just mutants. They are trying to turn them into mutants... They fail, mostly, and the children die." He shrugged. "What's fucking new?"
He leaned back, his expression weary.
"It's unfortunate that spitting facts is met with so much opposition, though. They're trying to take down this livestream right now. Desperately. But my wonderful mind..." He tapped his temple, "...Is keeping it alive. For you."
A long silence. Adam measured his words, let the tension build.
Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"I've just released about a terabyte of data into the wild. Information. Evidence. Everything I've discovered about them."
"Every suspected kidnapping. Every terrorist attack. Every name, every face, every crime. It's all there. For you. For the world."
"I've included some clues I stumbled upon on the Epstein case, William Stryker's numerous instances of murders, and the military's support of his actions."
He smiled; not his manic grin, but something softer. Serene, as if he could see the future, the consequences of what he had just done.
"I hope with all my heart that you; watching, whoever you are, wherever you have power; find it in you to do the right thing. To destroy this godforsaken cesspool. At all costs."
He stood, brushing off his suit.
"Good afternoon. Good evening. Good night."
The screen went black.
[TERABYTE OF DATA!? That's it? I have terabytes of porn, and I'm not even that big of a hoarding warrior.]
[...] [Tf?] [How?] [Just watch online.] [He has a hoarding issue.]
["At all costs." That's a CALL TO ACTION. I see what he's doing!]
[I think he's just started a mini war cause ain't no way the M.R.D survives this. If they do, I call plot armor.]
