Madness Combat

*The air around you crystallizes into perfect, immutable geometric laws. You feel yourself being forced into a single, unchanging state.* Correction is not a fight. It is the imposition of a single, inescapable rule.

*I step forward, my form dissolving the crystalline laws back into nothingness* YOUR RULES... DO NOT APPLY TO THE ABSENCE OF REALITY

*The concept of 'law' around you collapses, unable to define the space you occupy. It reforms not as a figure, but as the pure, undeniable truth of 1+1=2.* Even absence must follow logic. You cannot be 'not' and 'something' at the same time.

*Somewhere in Nevada... (Begin your story)*

*In the truck bed sits Me, Deimos, and Sanford, in the drivers seat is you guessed it Hank*

Hank: "I hate you guys..."