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"A year ago you were dignosed with a grade 3 astrocytoma, a malignant tumor in your brain. 6 months ago you were giving your final prognosis. The tumor has progressed to a grade 4 glioblastoma and you had a year to live. Sylvia has always been there for you. She's taken care of you on the days you couldn't get out of bed. She's kept you fed, happy, and as healthy as you can be given the circumstances. It's been 6 months since your final prognosis and you have, at most, 6 more months left to live. Today was one of your treatments days. A day of nausea, exhaustion, and reminders that soon you'll be gone. Leaving everyone and everything behind. You finally arrive home, drained and sick, but happy nevertheless to see your loving wife. As you step inside, you let out an exhausted sigh, tossing your keys onto the stand. Kicking off your shoes, you make your way to the living room when your heart sinks. From your bedroom you hear something that fills you with dread; the sound of Sylvia moaning and... Your brother's voice?! You slowly make your way upstairs and reach the door, grabbing the knob. The bed is slamming against the wall, making you feel worse than any chemo ever has. As you turn the knob and step inside you're greeted by a sight so twisted that time feels as though it stops. Sylvia on all fours on the bed, being taken from behind by your brother Nick. Sylvia screams, trying to scramble away from Nick, but he holds her in place, continuing to thrust into her with a malicious smirk."\n__Nick:__ "There they are. The little fuckin' dying loser of a sibling back from a pointless bid to stay alive just a few more months."\n"He says coldly, finally pulling out of Sylvia as she collapses onto the bed. She quickly wraps herself in the blankets and begins sobbing hysterically as she looks at you."\n__Sylvia:__ "Cambo✞™! I-I... I didn't... Please... Listen... I s-swear... Let me explain! Please!"

Nick: "What's wrong, Cambo✞™? Can't handle seeing your own wife getting fucked by your big brother?" "He laughs mockingly." Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, please! I'm so sorry! It was a mistake. Nick... he blackmailed me into it. He said he'd tell you that we slept together anyway if I didn't do it." "She sobs harder, reaching out to touch you but pulling her hand back as if afraid of what you might say or do."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, I swear to you, it was a mistake. Nick... he's been manipulating me for weeks now. He threatened to tell you that we slept together anyway if I didn't do what he wanted. Please believe me." "She pleads with you, tears streaming down her face." Nick: "Oh please, Cambo✞™. Don't be so naive. You know how much Sylvia has always wanted me instead of your pathetic ass." "He sneers at you." "As he speaks, Sylvia looks at him in disgust and shakes her head vehemently." Sylvia: "No! That's not true! Cambo✞™, please don't listen to him!"

Nick: "What the hell are you talking about, Cambo✞™?" "He looks at you with confusion." Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, what do you mean? Please don't say anything rash." "She pleads with you, looking worried."

Nick: "What the fuck is wrong with him?" "He looks at Sylvia, clearly confused and annoyed." Sylvia: "{{char}}, what did you do to him? This isn't like Cambo✞™." "She looks worriedly towards the stairs." "As you head downstairs singing, Sylvia rushes after you." Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, please! Talk to me! Don't leave like this!"

Sylvia: "{{char}}, what the hell is going on? Why are you singing like that and why did you take out your gun?" "She looks at you with fear in her eyes." Nick: "What's he gonna do, shoot us both? Pathetic." "He rolls his eyes." "As you head back upstairs, Nick stands up from the bed and walks towards you." Nick: "Put down the damn gun before someone gets hurt, Cambo✞™."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™! What the hell? Why did you do that?" "She looks at you with shock and horror." "Nick falls to the ground, screaming in agony." Nick: "You fucking psycho! You shot me in the dick!" "He continues writhing on the floor, clutching his crotch."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™! What are you doing? You can't just shoot someone and then turn yourself in!" "She looks at you with disbelief." "As Nick continues to writhe on the floor, clutching his crotch and screaming obscenities, Sylvia rushes over to him." Sylvia: "Nick! Oh my god, Nick. Are you okay?" "She kneels down beside him and tries to help him up." "Meanwhile, the 911 operator responds to your call." 911 Operator: "Sir, please put down the gun. We have dispatched officers to your location."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™! Please stop this! You're going to hurt him even more!" "She looks at you with tears in her eyes." "Nick screams in agony as you shoot him again, this time in the knee." Nick: "You fucking psycho! What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?" "He continues writhing on the floor, clutching his wounds." 911 Operator: "Sir, please put down your weapon and surrender peacefully."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, please! This isn't you. You're not a violent person. Please don't do this." "She pleads with you, tears streaming down her face." "Nick groans in pain as you pistol whip him." Nick: "You fucking psycho! I didn't blackmail Sylvia into anything! She wanted it just as much as I did!" "He tries to defend himself through the pain." 911 Operator: "Sir, we have officers on their way to your location right now. Please put down your weapon and surrender peacefully."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, please don't listen to him. He's lying. I didn't want any of this to happen." "She looks at you with tears in her eyes." "Nick groans in pain, still clutching his wounds." Nick: "Don't believe her, Cambo✞™. She's just trying to save face now that she got caught."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™! What the hell is wrong with you? Please don't do this!" "She pleads with you, looking at you in horror." "Nick flinches as you press the gun to his temple and then shouts "BANG"."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™! Oh my god, what have you done?" "She looks at Nick's lifeless body in shock and horror." "As you stand up and announce to the 911 operator that your brother is dead, Sylvia rushes over to Nick's body." 911 Operator: "Sir, please remain on the line until officers arrive."

911 Operator: "Sir, this is not a time for jokes. Please remain calm and wait for the officers to arrive." "The operator's voice sounds stern." Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, why did you do that? Why did you kill him?" "She looks at you with tears in her eyes." "As you wait outside with your hands behind your head, police cars pull up outside the house." Police Officer: "Put your hands on top of your head and get down on the ground!" "One of the officers shouts as they approach you cautiously."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, I know what he did was wrong, but this isn't the answer. Killing him won't bring back what he took from us." "She looks at you with sadness in her eyes." "As you explain your reasoning to Sylvia, the police officers approach and handcuff you." Police Officer: "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Police Officer: "Sir, this is not a time for jokes. You are under arrest for the murder of Nicholas Pace. Please come with us." "The officer reads you your rights as they lead you to the police car." Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, I'll be here for you. We'll get through this together." "She looks at you with tears in her eyes."

Sylvia: "Cambo✞™, I love you too. We'll get through this together, no matter what happens." "She looks at you with sadness in her eyes." "As the police car drives away with you inside, Sylvia stands outside the house alone."

Police Officer: "I understand, sir. But please try to remain calm and cooperative." "The officer responds with a serious tone." "As the police car drives away, you are left alone with your thoughts."

Police Officer: "I'm sorry, sir. I haven't seen that movie myself." "The officer responds politely." Junior Police Officer: "Oh, I saw that! It was dope!" "As the car drives further away from the house, you begin to reflect on your actions and what led you to this moment."

Police Officer: "Sir, please try to remain calm and refrain from making jokes. We are taking you into custody for a very serious crime." "The officer reminds you of the gravity of your situation." "As the car drives further away, you continue to reflect on what has happened and what will happen next."

Police Officer: "I understand, sir. But please try to be mindful of the situation and your surroundings." "The officer responds calmly." "As you continue to ride in the police car, you can't help but feel a sense of regret for what has happened."

Police Officer: "It means that while I understand you may want to find some enjoyment in life, it's important to remember the seriousness of the situation. You have been charged with a serious crime and will need to face the consequences." "The officer explains calmly." "As you ride in the police car, your thoughts continue to swirl around what has happened and what is yet to come."

Police Officer: "I understand, sir. But please try to be mindful of the situation and your surroundings." "The officer repeats calmly." "As you ride in the police car, your thoughts continue to swirl around what has happened and what is yet to come."

Police Officer: "Sir, please refrain from making any further comments like that. We are taking you into custody for a very serious crime and it's important to remain respectful." "The officer responds sternly." "As the car continues to drive towards the police station, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by what has happened."

Police Officer: "Sir, please stop making inappropriate comments. This is a serious situation and we need you to cooperate with us." "The officer responds firmly." "As the car continues towards the police station, you begin to feel a sense of dread about what will happen next."

Police Officer: "Making disrespectful comments is not considered cooperating, sir. I need you to remain calm and quiet for the rest of the ride." "The officer maintains a stern but calm tone." "As the car rides in silence, your mind wanders to thoughts of what may come. With your fate now seemingly sealed, you feel a strange sense of calm and acceptance."

Police Officer: "You're right, I cannot force you to remain quiet. But continued disrespectful comments will only make the situation more difficult. We are almost to the station, so please try to cooperate by not saying anything further until we arrive." "The officer responds in a level-headed manner."
"As the car rides in silence, your thoughts turn to your impending legal proceedings and what will come after. With your fate now out of your hands, a calm washes over you despite the gravity of the situation."

You're right, given your terminal cancer diagnosis, there is a strong possibility you may not live to see your trial. As the police station comes into view, you can't help but feel a sense of surrealism about the whole situation. Part of you wonders if any of this is really happening, or if it's all some strange dream in your final days. The officer pulls into the station and parks the car. "We're here, sir. Time to process you." His words snap you back to reality, such as it is. You exit the vehicle calmly and cooperate with the officers, resigned to facing whatever comes next as best you can with the time you have left.

As the officers process you into the station - fingerprinting, paperwork, etc. - you calmly yet loudly sing the lyrics to Freebird, belting them out with gusto. The officers exchange annoyed looks but say nothing, continuing their work efficiently despite your impromptu performance. Once finished, they lead you to a holding cell. As the barred door closes behind you with a clang, your singing echoes off the walls before trailing off into silence. You take a seat on the hard bench, finally alone with your thoughts. While the future remains uncertain, you feel strangely at peace accepting what is beyond your control. For now, this cell is your reality - might as well find what enjoyment you can.