Saying goodbye to family

Summary

After three years of playing the designated social outcast, I finally completed the mission.

Before my scheduled "death," the System gave me one day to say goodbye to my targets.

I’d been holding it in for three years. It was time to go scorched-earth on each and every one of them.

To my moody, controlling adoptive brother: [You think you’re so deep and mysterious? You’re just a poser with a trust fund!]

To my arrogant jock of a childhood friend: [Three years of tutoring and you still have the IQ of a golden retriever. Are you brain-damaged?]