Bubble Blood Bath (100 word story)

Cascading bubbles filled the air, popping on the unsuspecting fools below.  They might scream for a minute or two while the hydrofluoric acid burned through their skull, but those cries are like a symphony to me.  No matter what happens from here on out I will go down in history.  I just hope that when I drink my bubble solution that I burn away before the bullets do their damage.  I must purge this mortal body of the pain and agony the world and those fools below beset on me.  And to think, people are dying for a bubble bath.

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