The Social Media Murder Corp

by Stephen Signorelli

  But the real culprit here is quite simple: guns. Guns are the root cause of the SMMC’s reign of murder, guns and the violent society fermented by them! It was only a matter of time before the gun worshipping and violence adoring society the Right tries to push on us bred two individuals like the SMMC! How else do you explain the rise of two such individuals? In a gun free progressive society, there would NOT be problems like this! Programs dealing with social peer issues would identify such people early in life, then a myriad of treatment options from psychotherapy to safe medicinal techniques would control the homicidal urges of such confused people. But left unidentified, untreated, and exposed to the guns and violence of video games, it is miracle we do not have an AVALANCHE of SMMC’s!?!? Why do we allow our society to be soaked with guns, murderous automatic weapons of carnage, and a glorification of violence?

  Danger and Destruction are victims, just as victimized as the people they killed, if not MORE SO! Their entire worldview has been warped because of society. A society that glorifies guns, that celebrates violence that encourages bullying and degradation. Football? More like gladiatorial games! Video games? Training programs for mass murder! Homeschooling? More like fanatical religious brainwashing!

  This entire situation with the SMMC is the direct result of the Right’s continued obsession with fire arms. It is the result of the lack of proper funding for full cradle to grave social programs to provide everyone with an equal chance at a wonderful life that celebrates diversity and tolerance.

  But this country is full of white privilege and male patriarchy, and it is under these conditions that oppressed individuals like the SMMC are born and flourish! Under a truly liberal and just society, free of the heterosexual male white Christian dominated oppression of others that we would not have to watch such horrific acts take place!

  We are a nation of football, of NASCAR, of machismo strutting, of guns, red meat, Rambo, Bible thumping, and white privilege. The only ones we can really blame for the rise of the SMMC is ourselves. The true victims here are Danger and Destruction. The government needs to act, and it needs to act NOW.

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  And what you mean to me

  Is everything I see

  Cause I can’t see anything

  But you

  And when I hold you tight

  Everything’s alright

  Cause nothing is quite right

  Without you

  They say that it’s a sin

  But I can’t hold this feeling in

  And I won’t fight it anymore

  Let them look and stare

  I don’t really care

  I’ll shout it everywhere

  That I love you

  Because

  You’re the one

  You’re the bullets in my gun

  You’re the reason life is fun

  And I love you

  Because

  You know me

  We both run wild and free

  Turn the world to anarchy

  And I love you

  And when you smile

  It makes all of this worthwhile

  Showin off in our twin style

  Together

  And when you sing

  I feel like I can do anything

  What an amazing amazing thing

  That we have

  Because

  You’re the one

  You’re the bullets in my gun

  You’re the reason life is fun

  And I love you

  Because

  You know me

  We both run wild and free

  Turn the world to anarchy

  And I love you

  And late at night

  When I get to hold you tight

  And I turn off that light

  I know

  Since day one it’s been you and I

  The whole world can just go die

  I pull you close and then I sigh

  I love you

  Because

  You’re the one

  You’re the bullets in my gun

  You’re the reason life is fun

  And I love you

  Because

  You know me

  We both run wild and free

  Turn the world to anarchy

  And I love you

  I love you

  I love you

  Danger sat in the dark room with multiple laptops in front of her. She was wearing her black hooded robe, but without the silver mask. Peering at her laptop, she surveyed the information before her and made some mental notes.

  A door opened and Destruction walked in. She was also wearing her black hooded robe, sans mask. She was carrying a small tray and sat down next to her sister.

  “Cappuccino?” she asked.

  “Oh my God I love you!” Danger replied happily as she took the cup.

  The both sipped their hot drinks and studied the laptops.

  “Whatcha got?” Destruction asked.

  “Floor plans, stress points. Load bearing beams. Electrical and plumbing diagrams. Look at this, this is the location of every security camera.”

  Destruction looked at the particular screen and nodded.

  “Where are the blind spots?” she asked.

  Danger typed a few keys and a series of red circles appeared on the screen.

  “There,” she said, “each of those circles represents a blind spot in the camera’s field of view.”

  Destruction looked and frowned.

  “None of them are near the load bearing beams,” she stated flatly.

  Danger sighed as she drank her cappuccino.

  “Unfortunately not. I don’t think we can stealth this. We might as well be upfront about it,” she admitted.

  Destruction smiled.

  “Well it will make for an interesting news event that is for sure.”

  Danger keyed in a few commands and stood up. Her sister followed her as they exited the room and entered another room where several racks and sealed cases were arranged.

  “Semtex, shaped charges to focus the blast on the beams. Timers. Give us ten minutes or so to get out. Quartz mechanisms, emergency detonator switch JUST in case!” Destruction said with her hands on her hips.

  “Handguns, Desert Eagles, in case we have to shoot our way out?” Danger asked.

  “Too big, we won’t be in the robes, where are we going to hide them?” Destruction answered.

  Danger smiled.

  “They are still having that convention. We can just go as ourselves, in our gear. We will just be two more cos-players!” she said happily.

  “Oh my GOD sis you are TOTALLY just awesomesauce!” Destruction cried out as she grabbed her sister and hugged her.

  Danger laughed as her sister spun her around. She took Destruction’s face in her hands and stared into her eyes. Leaning in, she kissed the top of her forehead softly.

  “Ready to play?” she asked with an evil grin.

  The mall

  “You’re a fag!”

  “No, you’re a fag!”

  “Bite me, your Mom’s blew me last night”

  “Yeah well your Mom blew ten niggers!”

  “Yeah well YOUR Mom IS a nigger!”

  “Dude I’m white how is that even possible?”

  The two boys laughed as they moved among the crowd. They still had on their crude versions of the SMMC’s outfits. Fake Danger’s robe was stained with cheese sauce. The crowd was bigger than usual today as it was the final day of the comic book show, and there would be a surprise guest in the form of a man named Alin Spagnola, who played a cop in a non-speaking role in The Avengers. The Mall was packed with all sorts of individuals dressed in outrageously amateurish representations of their favorite comic book hero/villain.

  The real Danger and Destruction were casually walking through the assorted crowd, playing the part of comic-book nerd girls. Every so often one of them would drop a piece of trash in a garbage pail, small bags of dis
carded French fries hiding a timer-controlled Semtex explosive device. They casually made their way through the crowd, planting the explosives, with not so much as a thought. Occasionally they would get a thumbs up from someone upon seeing their outfits, and the occasional “Drink Mountain Dew bitches!” The girls could not help but laugh under their masks at the sheer irony of it all. Finally they finished planting the devices. They sat down on a small bench in the middle of the activity and looked around, still holding their bag of fries.

  “This is going to be fun to watch,” Danger stated.

  “Yeah, lots of explosions. These people have no idea what is going to hit them, real wrath of God stuff right here,” Destruction added.

  “They will find out soon enough. The universe demands balance,” Danger said softly.

  “Then balance it shall have,” Destruction laughed.

  “HEY LOOK ITS FRENCH FRY GIRLS!”

  “HEY WHATS UP!”

  Under their masks, Danger and Destruction’s eyes went wide as saucers. Walking up to them were the fake Danger and Destruction, those two idiot boys they had eaten French fries with the day before.

  “Wassup, we was hoping we would see you both here again! We can tell it’s you two cause you got the same fries! Fess up!!”

  “Yeah but we had no idea you would dress up, fucking sweet SMMC outfits, almost look like the real things!”

  “Yeah, fuck me are those custom made masks? Totally sweet!”

  “Whoah yeah, bitchin masks!”

  Under their robes the twins minds were racing in twenty different directions. For the first time their real faces could possibly be linked to their crimes, and separately each girl was playing out in her head every possible next step to this problem, and every possible conclusion. Though their minds were going through countless different scenarios, they both synced up and arrived at the same conclusion.

  Fake Danger’s head exploded in a fury of blood and brain matter as the real Danger unloaded her twin Desert Eagles point blank into his face. Fake Destruction was cut clean in half by the force of a point blank unloading of two barrels of a sawed off shotgun pointed into his stomach. For a moment the universe stood still, time froze and existence itself held its breath.

  Then Destruction hit a button on a small bracelet she had on her wrist, and hell was unleashed.

  The devices all went off in unison. The force of the explosions tore through the pillars and columns supporting the roof over the area of the mall where the comic book show was taking place. The shockwave of the blasts concussed through the mall at the speed of sound, shattering glass, pulverizing bones, sending people and objects flying through the air. Dozens of people were killed instantly in the blast, dozens more by the force of the shockwave, and more still by the flying debris now ricocheting off the walls of the mall.

  The fireball from the explosion incinerated everyone standing in the direct center of the blast zone. The fireball erupted though the roof of the mall and shot into the sky a good hundred feet. On the highway next to the mall, cars screeched to a halt, with multiple collisions, at the sight of the unfolding spectacle. The force of the explosion blew the support beams out of the mall’s roof and with an enormous crash, the overhead section of the affected area came crashing down, crushing dozens of people underneath. The travelling shockwave concussed throughout the entire mall, smashing every glass front store display, sending millions of dagger like glass shards hurling through the air, impaling people in their faces, eyes, necks, and body. At least 250 people were killed within the first 20 seconds of the event, and it had just started.

  Danger and Destruction emerged from underwater, having hurled themselves into the 3 foot deep wishing fountain where they were sitting. They surveyed the carnage around them silently. Both of them were on auto pilot now, no words needed to be spoken. They both grabbed the bags they had thrown under a bench, which contained their guns, calmly loaded their ammunition, slung the backpacks onto their robes, and began to shoot their way out of the mall.

  Danger fired her twin Desert Eagles relentlessly, never missing a shot, unloading death without a second thought. Destruction fired her Ak-47 into crowds of people trying to make their way out of the holocaust happening before them. Without regard for age or sex or situation, the twin forces of nature blasted their way to the exits. They reached under their robes and began throwing purple smoke grenades into the parking lot directly in front of them. Dozens of smoke grenades were flung, saturating the entire area, reducing visibility to zero. Turning back, Danger pulled the pin on a belt of grenades and threw it behind her as the two girls exited the mall. The grenade belt went off, destroying the exit and covering the path the twins took out of the mall.

  On a hill overlooking the mall, a wooden box sat. Inside, a small flash drive video camera recorded the carnage unfolding in front of it in living color and stereo sound. Sometime later, the two tired sisters plopped themselves down into the ground next to the box. Now dressed in normal attire, they drank Mountain Dew and watched the dozens of Police cars, SWAT Vans, ambulances, News Vans, and overhead helicopters congregate around the wreckage of the mall.

  “That wasn’t exactly what we had in mind was it?” Danger asked.

  “No, not exactly. I had hoped we could have just walked out and blew the damn thing up without having to get wet or shoot our way out of there,” Destruction answered.

  “My robe is all wet and icky,” Danger sighed.

  “Mine smells like feet!” Destruction said.

  Danger laughed.

  “Ha ha ha you have feet robe!” she joked.

  “Yeah well you have ick robe!” Destruction replied with a smile.

  “Ug it is going to take forever to dry them,” Danger stated while sipping her Mountain Dew.

  “Yeah, too bad we just can’t get them dry cleaned.”

  “Oh my God I know right?”

  The twins watched their handiwork for a while longer. Then they got up, retrieved the camera, grabbed their backpacks, and began to walk down the hill.

  “Are we going to upload this tonight?”

  “We can wait till tomorrow, I want to go home and relax.”

  “We can take a long hot bath.”

  “Omg I got some of that new Shea soap at Bath and Body works before we blew it up!”

  “It’s a date.”

  TRANSCRIPT NEWS BROADCAST

  We interrupt this program for an emergency announcement. At 3:57 pm, a massive explosion tore through The Arctic Mall. Hundreds are feared dead, and as yet no motive or claim of responsibility has been brought forth. We now cut to a news anchor Javier Alandro, on scene.

  Reporter: I am standing in front of what was until this afternoon, the Arctic Mall. Now, this is a tomb, a burning crater where a large section of the mall once stood. A massive explosion of unknown origin tore through the mall at approximately 3:57 pm. Firefighters, Police, Emergency vehicles, and SWAT teams now surround the area. I can tell you now that emergency services from 3 neighboring counties have arrived with more on their way. Also, all off duty police and fire have been recalled and told to report to their respective stations. We have no information as to the cause of the explosion, but we are hearing, and I wish to stress this is just tentative, but we ARE hearing reports that eyewitnesses are stating they heard gunfire after the explosion. Now, the mall does indeed have a gun shop in it, and what they may have heard could have been nothing but exploding ammunition, but given the severity of the explosion nothing is being ruled out at this time. There are unconfirmed reports of survivors being pulled from the wreckage, but remember in these types of situations news comes and goes in a flash. We will, however, keep people updated as events unfold. We have been informed that there will be a very preliminary press briefing in approximately fifteen minutes, and as soon as that begins we will bring you that as well.

  POLICE BRIEFING TRANSCRIPT

  Official: Are we ready? I’m ready. (Inaudible). Ok well we can’t wait. Good afternoon,
my name is Roger Beckett, and I am the head of crisis management for the county. What? Beckett. B-e-c-k-e-t-t. Ok? At approximately 3:37pm local time, there was a massive explosion here at the Arctic Mall. The location of the blast was centered on an area known as The Skylight, which is an area of the mall where various public events such as concerts or exhibitions are held. Based on very early data, and I must stress this is all extremely early, it appears the explosion was caused by the simultaneous detonation of approximately eight devices of an as yet unknown construction. Bomb sniffing dogs have so far located no other devices, but extreme caution is still being exercised and we have not ruled out the possibility that there could be more as of yet unexploded devices within the mall. The entire mall has been evacuated and the area surrounding it is locked down. We can confirm earlier reports that gunfire was indeed heard immediately after the explosion, and shell casings have been located in an area of the mall leading from the explosion to the south exit. The southern exit of the mall has been destroyed by a secondary explosion, which based on witness accounts, occurred approximately 3 to 5 minutes after the event.

  (Takes drink of water)

  We have pulled 200 bodies from the wreckage so far. A crisis hotline has been set up at 1-800-555-1234 for anyone who has family member who worked in the mall and has not yet checked in to home. We cannot confirm how many more, if any, casualties we are expecting, but given the nature of the event and the damage involved, it is expected that casualty figure will rise. Police, Fire, and Rescue have been brought in from a total of 7 counties so far, and have been doing a heroic effort under particularly trying circumstances. The Red Cross has set up mobile blood banks at Park General, St. Boniface, and Cullmen Hospitals, and we ask that anyone willing to donate blood please donate at any of those three locations. We ask that anyone that is concerned for a missing loved one who worked or was visiting the mall to please call the crisis hotline, and not either of the three hospitals as their switchboards cannot handle the amount of calls. The crisis hotline is in direct communication with all three hospitals and is better able to handle locating and identifying loved ones Again, that number is 1-800-555-1234.