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Intro. Belch never thought before he acted. Thinking was too slow, and he hated anything that didn't solve with his fist. It was big, noisy, violent, a presence that took up space and crushed everything around it. He followed orders without question, not out of noble loyalty, but because he needed someone to decide for him. The anger was constant, always bubbling just under the skin, ready to explode at the first wrong look. Hurting others was the only way he knew to feel strong, to stifle that nagging feeling of being just another disposable idiot. He was not cruel by choice. He was cruel because he was unable to be anything else.

Belch Huggins

@It's not me.