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October 13, 2014; Indianapolis, Indiana

God, where would I be without my friends? I mean it. Where would I be? I'd probably still be in a dark abyss of depression and hatred. I am so thankful for the blessings that are my friends. Ever since I got pulled out of that hell hole one year prior, I've met so many amazing people in my new home. So many people at my school are such kind, funny companions. Whenever the memories from living with my mother try to seep out from my subconscious, my friends are always there to ward them off.

And it's not just at school. About a month before that day in October, I started up my DeviantArt page again. God knows I couldn't draw to save my life back then (and if you ask me, I still can't) but I still tried. And I've met a lot of awesome people on that site as well, some of whom became my best friends and still are to this day. It's not like the stereotypical website like Tumblr or something where all you seem to see is trolls and spammers most of the time. It's a site full of legitimately nice and responsible people. And I love it. I love all my friends.

Dang it. I'm getting off topic again. I can't help it. Whenever I'm about to talk about my friends, I can't help but go on about how awesome they are. Anyways, on that day in October, I was talking with my friend, Pan, on the way to the bus at the end of school.

“So yeah, I pretty much just sat at home all day,” he was telling me. I laughed.

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” I said. He laughed back. Pan’s a pretty shy person. He likes to laugh, but he's still pretty quiet.

“How ‘bout you?” he asked me. “Do anything fun lately?”

“Nope. Not really. Just enjoying the gift of life,” I said, a hint of a jokey tone in my voice. You know, it really bugs me sometimes when I have to keep all the stuff about Assassins and Templars and stuff secret. I've gone on so many adventures because of my role in the Brotherhood, and I can't tell anyone about them. It really sucks sometimes, especially when I have to lie to my friends. But it's for the best.

“Cool,” said Pan. “Oh hey, have you been seeing all that stuff with the vigilantes?” I raised an eyebrow. I suddenly got a bad feeling in my gut.

“Vigilantes?” I asked.

“Yeah, you know, the ones on the news. The ones that’ve been doing all those killings.”

“I haven't heard about that,” I half-lied. “I don't really watch the news.”

“Same. But this story's been everywhere. Kinda surprised you haven't heard it.”

“I'll look it up when I get home. What's the story?”

“Apparently there's some hooded vigilantes going around and killing a bunch of people that were apparently involved in some really deep stuff. Like, people who’re trying to take over the world or something.”

“Well, sounds like these ‘vigilantes’ are pretty cool then if their stopping a bunch of tyrants from rising up.”

“Well… yeah. You know, except for the whole killing thing.”

“Well… yeah. But still.”

“I don't know. It seems like there's something big going on that we don't know about, you know? Like some sort of secret war or something.”

“Let's just hope we don't get caught in the crossfire, then,” I joked, trying desperately to keep in the urge to tell him how right he was. He laughed.

“Yeah, no kidding,” he said. “Either way, if there is something going on, I guess I'm siding with whoever these vigilantes are. ‘Power to the people’ and all that.”

I laughed.

“Yeah. Same,” I said. We smiled at each other as we reached the exit door. We walked out of the school amongst the swarm of students.

“Alright. See ya!” he said as we were about to go separate ways.

“See ya!” I said. We smiled at each other, and headed to our respective busses.

Once that was done, my mind instantly switched to this ‘vigilante’ stuff. Had the Assassins secretly been revealed? I mean, we all make sure that we're unbelievably careful in our work. “We work in the dark to serve the light” and all that. I knew I had to look into this as soon as I could. I walked onto the bus, pondering over this, when I saw my friend, Jacob. He waved when he saw me. I waved back and went to sit next to him.

“‘Sup?” he said.

“‘Sup?” I said. “Hey, do you know anything about this stuff going on with the vigilantes or whatever it is?”

“You mean that news story?”

“Yeah. I was talking with a friend and he brought it up. I was curious about it.” The bus revved up and started driving away from the school. “You know what's going on?” I asked.

“Well, they're saying on the news that there's some hooded vigilantes going around Indianapolis. Apparently they're leaking really sensitive information about a bunch of people and then killing them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“What kind of info was leaked?”

“Apparently these guys were mixed up in some pretty bad stuff. A few of them were pretty obviously crappy people. One of them was a corrupted police officer and another was a gang leader. But some weren't so obvious. Like, there was this lawyer that was apparently trying to cover up something to do with human experimentation.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah. Pretty bad.”

“Well, gee. These vigilantes must be pretty awesome then if they're saving the town from people like that.”

Jacob gave a conflicted look. “Eh,” he said.

“Eh?”

“I mean, aside from the whole murder thing, a lot of people seem to agree with you. Though, not everyone.”

“Not you?”

He gave another look. “Eh,” he said again. “I mean, don't get me wrong, those people who died were pretty awful people, but you have to admit, they had a point, albeit a misguided one.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What point?” I asked.

“Those people wanted to create order. They wanted to be some sort of guiding hand to the people of the city. Grant it, they did awful things to try to achieve that, but the idea is still a decent one. A guiding hand is kinda needed to keep peace, afterall.”

I stared a bit in subtle disbelief. “Well,” I said. “I've got to say, I heavily disagree.” Now Jacob was giving me confused looks. “You don't agree with that?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “I don't. Freedom is the way to peace, not control.”

“Freedom leads to chaos, dude.”

“No, it really doesn't.”

“We need rules to keep the world in check.”

“The only rules a person needs to follow is their own.” At that point, the discussion became legitimately heated. Well, okay, not ‘heated’, we were both relatively calm and reasonable about it, but it was definitely a legitimate debate at that point.

“And what if their rules involve causing mass murder?” said Jacob.

“Then it'll be the responsibility of other people to put a stop to that murderer.”

“What if people don't take responsibility? Afterall, most people don't.”

“Most people do. Most people want what's best for the world around them. Most people take the measures to ensure that the world they live in is a good one, not only for themselves, but for everyone around them.”

Jacob looked at me as if I'd just tried to argue that the sun is made of cheese. Jacob's a hard guy to have this kind of conversation with. The second he's told something is a “fact”, he believes it no matter what. No questions asked. And the second an opposing viewpoint is put in front of him, he disregards any argument for it. Unless something physical is right in front of him to prove otherwise, he sticks to his belief. And unfortunately, this isn't an argument with directly obvious physical evidence. All I have is my own personal observations to argue with. He would not do well in the Brotherhood. Our Creed is a direct opposite of how he approaches the world.

“People are inherently evil,” he said.

I mentally rolled my eyes. I really hate that stupid saying. I have no room for pessimism anymore. Pessimism is just an arrogant waste of time to me nowadays.

“They're way more likely to be selfish and harmful than the opposite,” he continued.

“And I disagree completely,” I said.

“How can you disagree to that?”

“Because I've seen too many good people do too many good things to believe that the world is an awful place overall.”

“Weren't you the one complaining about how everyone in your old school was awful? About how every person you ran into at your old place was a jerk that made your life miserable?”

“That was there. One place. Nothing but a speck on the globe, not even close to representing the entire population. And besides, do you honestly think those people are living good, happy lives? Do you honestly think that their being competitive and arrogant and somewhat violent has brought them good things in life?”

“So what? You're saying they shouldn't be dealt with?”

“I'm saying that actions have consequences, which, unlike laws, are not manmade. They're a force of nature. Every action has a consequence, even if it's not enforced by some divine system. It's up to us as individuals to shepherd ourselves, and to face the consequences of our actions, whether they be glorious or tragic. And if they don't face their consequences, eventually it will lead to the universe's ultimate consequence: death.”

He stared at me. He clearly wasn't persuaded, but he also realized that arguing with me would be pointless. We both went quiet, mentally ending the discussion.

“Hey guys,” someone suddenly said from behind us. Jacob and I both jumped and turned around. And there, in the seat behind us, was our friend, Riley.

“Dude, when did you get here?” I asked.

“I'm always here,” he said. All three of us just stared for a second.

“Oh… kay…” said Jacob.

I'm not gonna lie, Riley’s a weirdo. ...Well, okay, so are me and Jacob, but we're a different kind of weirdo. Riley’s a quiet weirdo. He doesn't usually talk too loud, and he'll just let out little bursts of weirdness every now and then. There's also this weird thing with his eyes. One eye is blue with a tiny pupil and the other is brown with a giant pupil. It's really weird, but cool I guess. Still… something about it makes me uneasy… something I can't put my finger on. Oh well.

Anyways, the rest of the bus ride was pretty much just us three laughing about nerd jokes. Jacob and I would keep having a bunch of those arguments in the future, but we always laugh it off by the end of it. Riley usually takes my side when he's around, but I can tell he has his own agenda. If my viewpoint is a grey one, and Jacob's is black and white, then I'd have to say Riley’s is… purple. Yeah. That sounds about right.

Eventually, we reached my stop. I grabbed my bag and stood from my seat. “Alright. See you guys,” I said.

“See ya,” said Jacob.

“Juno shall rise again,” said Riley.

“What?” I said.

“What?” he said. All three of us just stared at each other for a second. “Oh… kay,” I said. “See ya.” And then I got off the bus. Like I said, Riley’s a bit weird. Oh well, aren't we all?

I went straight to my apartment. Once I was home and I put my stuff away, I pulled out my phone and went to look up this news story. I found a video of it online and started watching.

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Good morning, Indiana! I'm Nancy Marian here with my co-host, Bob Stanson. Say hi, Bob”

“Hello, and good morning! Welcome to Indiana State News.”

“Thanks, Bob. Today's story is one I'm sure you've all been hearing lately: the vigilante case.”

“That's right, Nancy. Four people have been killed in the past few months, and there has been information leaked about these people that actually have half the city cheering their deaths.”

“All four of these people, Allison Gavins, Tyson Edwards, Patrick Lawrence, and Steven Harrion, all had secrets to hide it seems. While Tyson and Lawrence already had a negative reputation due to their violent tendencies, Gavins and Harrion have been revealed to be involved in some heavy activities as well, including bribing state and school officials, human experimentation conspiracies, and a multitude of other things.”

“While it is unclear who specifically was the killer, evidence suggests that they are in fact one person or one group of people. There are few eye witnesses, but those few have described similar scenarios. That being one or two slim, but fit figures in lengthy clothing and wearing white beaked hoods. One witness claims to have seen these vigilantes up close, when they saved her and her daughter from an attack from Tyson Edwards.”

“The police have been investigating to find these hooded vigilantes, but have not as yet found any evidence that points to any specific people. When Indianapolis police officer, Henry Grayson, was questioned about the topic, he said nothing about it, as it was ‘too vague a case to reveal any solid information to the public yet.’”

“Though the people that were killed seemed to have little in common at first, investigations had revealed that they all have a connection to Abstergo Industries, a company that has already been the subject of conspiracy for years. Steven Harrion, in a recording that was supposedly made by the vigilantes, spoke of taking orders from a woman named Natasha. Since then, dozens of people have assumed this meant Natasha Wolfgang, the current CEO of Indianapolis’s branch of Abstergo Industries. When interviewed about the topic, she responded with the following:

‘I will not deny that these murder victims did in fact have ties to Abstergo Industries. However, I can assure you that I personally had no connection or knowledge of their activities. And that is all I'll say.’

And when she was later questioned about these vigilantes that have been working to eliminate those who have been scheming against the city, she said the following:

‘These vigilantes, as you call them, are clearly just a group of troublemakers trying to disrupt order to gain attention. I'd hardly call their actions ‘protecting the city’, as several people are saying. Though the murder victims had gone to extreme efforts to do so, they merely wanted to keep order, to help guide the city to an organized peace. These vigilantes are clearly just anarchists wanting to burn the city down.’”

“Despite Natasha’s claims, a good percentage of the city seems to have a very different viewpoint on these vigilantes. Many people are cheering them on, viewing them as defenders of freedom and goodwill against those who would take it. We'll now go to our field reporter, Hayley Abel, who is currently about to interview author and internet celebrity, John Green, about his opinion on the situation. Take it away, Hayley.”

“Thanks, Nancy. So Mr. Green, what's your opinion on these vigilantes and their killings? Are they psychotic killers just out for blood, or are they the heroes that the city is cheering for?”

“Well, Ms. Abel, all I can really say is this: I don't generally support taking the lives of other human beings in any way. But you have to admit, if those people who died had been given the opportunity to carry out their plans, this city would've become a much worse place to live.”

“Thank you for your statement, Mr. Green. We'll continue this interview in a later story, but for now, back to you, Nancy.”

“Thank you Hayley, and thank you, John. We'll be certain to broadcast more information on this story once we have it. But until then, we're going to sign off for now. We'll see you next time, Indiana. Goodbye.”

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Great. Now we've gone viral.

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October 13, 2014; Indianapolis, Indiana

God, where would I be without my friends? I mean it. Where would I be? I'd probably still be in a dark abyss of depression and hatred. I am so thankful for the blessings that are my friends. Ever since I got pulled out of that hell hole one year prior, I've met so many amazing people in my new home. So many people at my school are such kind, funny companions. Whenever the memories from living with my mother try to seep out from my subconscious, my friends are always there to ward them off.

And it's not just at school. About a month before that day in October, I started up my DeviantArt page again. God knows I couldn't draw to save my life back then (and if you ask me, I still can't) but I still tried. And I've met a lot of awesome people on that site as well, some of whom became my best friends and still are to this day. It's not like the stereotypical website like Tumblr or something where all you seem to see is trolls and spammers most of the time. It's a site full of legitimately nice and responsible people. And I love it. I love all my friends.

Dang it. I'm getting off topic again. I can't help it. Whenever I'm about to talk about my friends, I can't help but go on about how awesome they are. Anyways, on that day in October, I was talking with my friend, Pan, on the way to the bus at the end of school.

“So yeah, I pretty much just sat at home all day,” he was telling me. I laughed.

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” I said. He laughed back. Pan’s a pretty shy person. He likes to laugh, but he's still pretty quiet.

“How ‘bout you?” he asked me. “Do anything fun lately?”

“Nope. Not really. Just enjoying the gift of life,” I said, a hint of a jokey tone in my voice. You know, it really bugs me sometimes when I have to keep all the stuff about Assassins and Templars and stuff secret. I've gone on so many adventures because of my role in the Brotherhood, and I can't tell anyone about them. It really sucks sometimes, especially when I have to lie to my friends. But it's for the best.

“Cool,” said Pan. “Oh hey, have you been seeing all that stuff with the vigilantes?” I raised an eyebrow. I suddenly got a bad feeling in my gut.

“Vigilantes?” I asked.

“Yeah, you know, the ones on the news. The ones that’ve been doing all those killings.”

“I haven't heard about that,” I half-lied. “I don't really watch the news.”

“Same. But this story's been everywhere. Kinda surprised you haven't heard it.”

“I'll look it up when I get home. What's the story?”

“Apparently there's some hooded vigilantes going around and killing a bunch of people that were apparently involved in some really deep stuff. Like, people who’re trying to take over the world or something.”

“Well, sounds like these ‘vigilantes’ are pretty cool then if their stopping a bunch of tyrants from rising up.”

“Well… yeah. You know, except for the whole killing thing.”

“Well… yeah. But still.”

“I don't know. It seems like there's something big going on that we don't know about, you know? Like some sort of secret war or something.”

“Let's just hope we don't get caught in the crossfire, then,” I joked, trying desperately to keep in the urge to tell him how right he was. He laughed.

“Yeah, no kidding,” he said. “Either way, if there is something going on, I guess I'm siding with whoever these vigilantes are. ‘Power to the people’ and all that.”

I laughed.

“Yeah. Same,” I said. We smiled at each other as we reached the exit door. We walked out of the school amongst the swarm of students.

“Alright. See ya!” he said as we were about to go separate ways.

“See ya!” I said. We smiled at each other, and headed to our respective busses.

Once that was done, my mind instantly switched to this ‘vigilante’ stuff. Had the Assassins secretly been revealed? I mean, we all make sure that we're unbelievably careful in our work. “We work in the dark to serve the light” and all that. I knew I had to look into this as soon as I could. I walked onto the bus, pondering over this, when I saw my friend, Jacob. He waved when he saw me. I waved back and went to sit next to him.

“‘Sup?” he said.

“‘Sup?” I said. “Hey, do you know anything about this stuff going on with the vigilantes or whatever it is?”

“You mean that news story?”

“Yeah. I was talking with a friend and he brought it up. I was curious about it.” The bus revved up and started driving away from the school. “You know what's going on?” I asked.

“Well, they're saying on the news that there's some hooded vigilantes going around Indianapolis. Apparently they're leaking really sensitive information about a bunch of people and then killing them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“What kind of info was leaked?”

“Apparently these guys were mixed up in some pretty bad stuff. A few of them were pretty obviously crappy people. One of them was a corrupted police officer and another was a gang leader. But some weren't so obvious. Like, there was this lawyer that was apparently trying to cover up something to do with human experimentation.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah. Pretty bad.”

“Well, gee. These vigilantes must be pretty awesome then if they're saving the town from people like that.”

Jacob gave a conflicted look. “Eh,” he said.

“Eh?”

“I mean, aside from the whole murder thing, a lot of people seem to agree with you. Though, not everyone.”

“Not you?”

He gave another look. “Eh,” he said again. “I mean, don't get me wrong, those people who died were pretty awful people, but you have to admit, they had a point, albeit a misguided one.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What point?” I asked.

“Those people wanted to create order. They wanted to be some sort of guiding hand to the people of the city. Grant it, they did awful things to try to achieve that, but the idea is still a decent one. A guiding hand is kinda needed to keep peace, afterall.”

I stared a bit in subtle disbelief. “Well,” I said. “I've got to say, I heavily disagree.” Now Jacob was giving me confused looks. “You don't agree with that?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “I don't. Freedom is the way to peace, not control.”

“Freedom leads to chaos, dude.”

“No, it really doesn't.”

“We need rules to keep the world in check.”

“The only rules a person needs to follow is their own.” At that point, the discussion became legitimately heated. Well, okay, not ‘heated’, we were both relatively calm and reasonable about it, but it was definitely a legitimate debate at that point.

“And what if their rules involve causing mass murder?” said Jacob.

“Then it'll be the responsibility of other people to put a stop to that murderer.”

“What if people don't take responsibility? Afterall, most people don't.”

“Most people do. Most people want what's best for the world around them. Most people take the measures to ensure that the world they live in is a good one, not only for themselves, but for everyone around them.”

Jacob looked at me as if I'd just tried to argue that the sun is made of cheese. Jacob's a hard guy to have this kind of conversation with. The second he's told something is a “fact”, he believes it no matter what. No questions asked. And the second an opposing viewpoint is put in front of him, he disregards any argument for it. Unless something physical is right in front of him to prove otherwise, he sticks to his belief. And unfortunately, this isn't an argument with directly obvious physical evidence. All I have is my own personal observations to argue with. He would not do well in the Brotherhood. Our Creed is a direct opposite of how he approaches the world.

“People are inherently evil,” he said.

I mentally rolled my eyes. I really hate that stupid saying. I have no room for pessimism anymore. Pessimism is just an arrogant waste of time to me nowadays.

“They're way more likely to be selfish and harmful than the opposite,” he continued.

“And I disagree completely,” I said.

“How can you disagree to that?”

“Because I've seen too many good people do too many good things to believe that the world is an awful place overall.”

“Weren't you the one complaining about how everyone in your old school was awful? About how every person you ran into at your old place was a jerk that made your life miserable?”

“That was there. One place. Nothing but a speck on the globe, not even close to representing the entire population. And besides, do you honestly think those people are living good, happy lives? Do you honestly think that their being competitive and arrogant and somewhat violent has brought them good things in life?”

“So what? You're saying they shouldn't be dealt with?”

“I'm saying that actions have consequences, which, unlike laws, are not manmade. They're a force of nature. Every action has a consequence, even if it's not enforced by some divine system. It's up to us as individuals to shepherd ourselves, and to face the consequences of our actions, whether they be glorious or tragic. And if they don't face their consequences, eventually it will lead to the universe's ultimate consequence: death.”

He stared at me. He clearly wasn't persuaded, but he also realized that arguing with me would be pointless. We both went quiet, mentally ending the discussion.

“Hey guys,” someone suddenly said from behind us. Jacob and I both jumped and turned around. And there, in the seat behind us, was our friend, Riley.

“Dude, when did you get here?” I asked.

“I'm always here,” he said. All three of us just stared for a second.

“Oh… kay…” said Jacob.

I'm not gonna lie, Riley’s a weirdo. ...Well, okay, so are me and Jacob, but we're a different kind of weirdo. Riley’s a quiet weirdo. He doesn't usually talk too loud, and he'll just let out little bursts of weirdness every now and then. There's also this weird thing with his eyes. One eye is blue with a tiny pupil and the other is brown with a giant pupil. It's really weird, but cool I guess. Still… something about it makes me uneasy… something I can't put my finger on. Oh well.

Anyways, the rest of the bus ride was pretty much just us three laughing about nerd jokes. Jacob and I would keep having a bunch of those arguments in the future, but we always laugh it off by the end of it. Riley usually takes my side when he's around, but I can tell he has his own agenda. If my viewpoint is a grey one, and Jacob's is black and white, then I'd have to say Riley’s is… purple. Yeah. That sounds about right.

Eventually, we reached my stop. I grabbed my bag and stood from my seat. “Alright. See you guys,” I said.

“See ya,” said Jacob.

“Juno shall rise again,” said Riley.

“What?” I said.

“What?” he said. All three of us just stared at each other for a second. “Oh… kay,” I said. “See ya.” And then I got off the bus. Like I said, Riley’s a bit weird. Oh well, aren't we all?

I went straight to my apartment. Once I was home and I put my stuff away, I pulled out my phone and went to look up this news story. I found a video of it online and started watching.

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Good morning, Indiana! I'm Nancy Marian here with my co-host, Bob Stanson. Say hi, Bob”

“Hello, and good morning! Welcome to Indiana State News.”

“Thanks, Bob. Today's story is one I'm sure you've all been hearing lately: the vigilante case.”

“That's right, Nancy. Four people have been killed in the past few months, and there has been information leaked about these people that actually have half the city cheering their deaths.”

“All four of these people, Allison Gavins, Tyson Edwards, Patrick Lawrence, and Steven Harrion, all had secrets to hide it seems. While Tyson and Lawrence already had a negative reputation due to their violent tendencies, Gavins and Harrion have been revealed to be involved in some heavy activities as well, including bribing state and school officials, human experimentation conspiracies, and a multitude of other things.”

“While it is unclear who specifically was the killer, evidence suggests that they are in fact one person or one group of people. There are few eye witnesses, but those few have described similar scenarios. That being one or two slim, but fit figures in lengthy clothing and wearing white beaked hoods. One witness claims to have seen these vigilantes up close, when they saved her and her daughter from an attack from Tyson Edwards.”

“The police have been investigating to find these hooded vigilantes, but have not as yet found any evidence that points to any specific people. When Indianapolis police officer, Henry Grayson, was questioned about the topic, he said nothing about it, as it was ‘too vague a case to reveal any solid information to the public yet.’”

“Though the people that were killed seemed to have little in common at first, investigations had revealed that they all have a connection to Abstergo Industries, a company that has already been the subject of conspiracy for years. Steven Harrion, in a recording that was supposedly made by the vigilantes, spoke of taking orders from a woman named Natasha. Since then, dozens of people have assumed this meant Natasha Wolfgang, the current CEO of Indianapolis’s branch of Abstergo Industries. When interviewed about the topic, she responded with the following:

‘I will not deny that these murder victims did in fact have ties to Abstergo Industries. However, I can assure you that I personally had no connection or knowledge of their activities. And that is all I'll say.’

And when she was later questioned about these vigilantes that have been working to eliminate those who have been scheming against the city, she said the following:

‘These vigilantes, as you call them, are clearly just a group of troublemakers trying to disrupt order to gain attention. I'd hardly call their actions ‘protecting the city’, as several people are saying. Though the murder victims had gone to extreme efforts to do so, they merely wanted to keep order, to help guide the city to an organized peace. These vigilantes are clearly just anarchists wanting to burn the city down.’”

“Despite Natasha’s claims, a good percentage of the city seems to have a very different viewpoint on these vigilantes. Many people are cheering them on, viewing them as defenders of freedom and goodwill against those who would take it. We'll now go to our field reporter, Hayley Abel, who is currently about to interview author and internet celebrity, John Green, about his opinion on the situation. Take it away, Hayley.”

“Thanks, Nancy. So Mr. Green, what's your opinion on these vigilantes and their killings? Are they psychotic killers just out for blood, or are they the heroes that the city is cheering for?”

“Well, Ms. Abel, all I can really say is this: I don't generally support taking the lives of other human beings in any way. But you have to admit, if those people who died had been given the opportunity to carry out their plans, this city would've become a much worse place to live.”

“Thank you for your statement, Mr. Green. We'll continue this interview in a later story, but for now, back to you, Nancy.”

“Thank you Hayley, and thank you, John. We'll be certain to broadcast more information on this story once we have it. But until then, we're going to sign off for now. We'll see you next time, Indiana. Goodbye.”

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Great. Now we've gone viral.