South Padre Island

About 15 years ago, I was at South Padre Island TX, my cousin was with us, she was helping my mother take care of my sisters. Anyway, long story short, one day I decided to wander off to the public beach, and lo and behold, AMERICANS. I can't say that all types of em like now, most of them white, most of them rednecks. So, one of 'em spots me speaking spanish to my cousin, and I guess the bigotry was strong with this one. I can't remember if it was a he or a she, but what I remember is that the beach was full of jellyfish, and it was practically unusable on certain sections. It kicked me into the jellyfish and I got stung hard, then, it kicked me again, because this racist asshole wanted me to suffer for some particular reason. I was in deep pain, and like a true samurai, I exposed myself even more, and crawled deep within a patch of jellyfish, careful to not touch the evil stingers. And as soon as it came back for one last kick, I grabbed one of them jellys, and threw it at it. Got stung in the face? So sorry. I was starting to lose feeling in my leg, and I crawled right next to it, I smashed it's neck with my elbow, FUCK YOU AND DIE ASSHOLE. I broke its neck... and I went unconcious. I became a small particle in the universe, so fast, and so nimble. I was able to perform -noclip and I could go through walls. I saw my dead body by the beach, and my cousin was crying. I was DEAD. I had to revive myself, at least, I had to try. So I got into my cousin and observed her bloodstream at a molecular level (cue the Mr. Robot music, particularly Ollie), I saw a healthy bloodstream for reference. I got into my body and saw mine, I cleared the venom which was going for heart failure. I moved all the venom down to my bladder. I wasn't really dead, but the low blood pressure was going to be no blood-pressure at all if I didn't stop it. I came back to life, and I crawled to my cousin and asked her why was she crying. And she hugged me. I told her that we needed to move, I had broken that idiot's neck and it's mom was calling for it. I crawled into the grass and I told my cousin to get a radio-flyer so she could move me. And she did, she stole one momentarily and she took me back to shore near SeaVista condos where I was staying. I remember she took the radio-flyer back where she took it and in that time-lapse some surfer dudes came by while I screamed in agonizing pain from the sting. They thought I was hardcore, but I explained to them what was going on and that it would be cool if they wouldn't leave me, because the tide would come up and swallow me. I lost conciousness once more and woke up in bed, and my mom did her best Back to the Future impression and I just did my 'not funny' face. I dunno if it was the next day, or 2 days later, but I returned to the public beach to meet the deadite's mom. She was furious because I killed that poor white redneck trailer trash piece of shit that tried to kill me. She took out her gun and tried to point it at me, there was a crowd and I was moving towards the gun and that created even more chaos. There was a cop standing by and he was screaming "put yer gun down, put yer gun down ma'm" Asshole cop should've acted fast. The bitch shot me and failed miserably, and then the cop shot a warning shot that wissed by her, and she felt it so she shot the cop in the arm by reflex. I grabbed some hot sand ran at her, and threw it in her face. She was blind, and started to shoot everywhere while I swam near the shore, keeping cover. The cop was fucking mad, and shot her in the back, wounding her fatally. She was hospitalized and didn't get to see prison time. GOOD RIDDANCE. A few days later, I saw the cop and told him I expected better from him. I explained myself to the crowd, I told them I was white, and some old fisherman was like "Boy, you a badass now, my fucking hero, didn't even need a gun" Some other guy screamed "HE STOOD HIS GROUND". Justice was served in South Padre that time. There should be no room for bigotry.