text: Geraldo, a 73-year-old man, decides to learn how to fight jiu-jitsu. For no particular reason, just out of curiosity. Geraldo believed he was still young enough to face physical challenges, so he thought of the first sport-related thing to practice: jiu-jitsu. Geraldo went directly to the first dojo he found. He enrolled on the spot and attended his first class. During class, all students, mostly children and teenagers, looked at him with curiosity. Was he an assistant to the master, they thought. Could it be that the master was actually the helper and this old man was actually the master? Or was he really a new student who had enrolled in junior high school? The master, a heavyset who in other times was the head of the drug trade and killed innocent people with his own hands, and now uses his fighting skills to kill even more, stared at him with a look that no one could tell what it meant. During the first practice, the students formed pairs where they practiced some moves, and Geraldo seemed to have difficulties. The master approached him and tried to explain in more detail the hip movements and so on. Geraldo, tried to do as the master explained, and then... The entire class was stunned by what they saw. Geraldo was doing breakdancing. - Not like that, Geraldo! - said the master, confused. Geraldo couldn't stop and could only scream in terror. - Aaaaaaaaaaah! The master tried to hold Geraldo's legs but was kicked away when he touched him, falling on top of one of the smaller students, who broke his arm. All the students who tried to stop him flew away when they were hit by Geraldo's spinning legs. The master returned very pissed, and tried to use a blow on the old man, but was killed instantly by a kick in the face. Within hours, the police had arrived at the scene and tried to apprehend Geraldo without success. Reinforcements were called in, and two police officers were wounded. Geraldo, from spinning around on the floor so much, ended up moving out of the dojo, and found himself in the street, surrounded by patrols, and a belt of television channels covering the news: "Old man takes the life of a jiu-jitsu teacher and does breakdancing non-stop. Two police officers injured." The news spread quickly over the internet and reached the world. On the same day, Geraldo went viral as the breakdancing grandpa. The absurd story that he killed a jiu-jitsu master, who had more than 30 years of experience, made his death a laughing stock. His family, even before receiving the news of his death, already received death threats, both from internet strangers and from loan sharks and enemies of the master's secret life. But things started to get serious when the number of injuries started to increase. And the number of bodies. Hours had passed and Geraldo hadn't stopped breakdancing. He didn't look tired either, as the pace of the turns never changed. It was the same movement where the dancer uses both hands to support the body while rotating the legs 360 degrees around the body. While screaming. Geraldo had taken the lives of five other police officers who had tried a heavy-handed approach to getting him off the ground. Two broke their necks in contact with his legs, one suffered trauma to the rib cage and did not survive, and two others were thrown violently away and suffered a head injury. They called negotiators to try to convince him to stop. One after another. And no answer other than "aaaaaah!" Nobody knew how to stop him. The TV News started to talk about the case as a constant event, always updating viewers about what happened between one news and another. The following dawn, Geraldo had traveled 100 meters and hit and shattered the edge of a building into several pieces. The city, upon learning of this, triggered an evacuation of the neighborhood, and then, the only inhabitants of that region became Geraldo and the authorities. There was an intense court case over the issue of using lethal force on the old man. It was finally decided that they would find a new way to end the situation, or public opinion would turn against this decision. After all, Geraldo was a worldwide sensation, and as far as everyone knew, the deaths were accidental, as he had no control over his body. Geraldo's case became the target of conspiracy theories, scientific debates and proof of divine forces. Nobody could explain how a 73-year-old man managed to breakdance so long and consistently, almost professionally, and have so much strength to be unstoppable and destroy everything in his path. The world only talked about Geraldo. A plan was soon formed to move Geraldo off the streets and into an area free of casualties. A helicopter would arrive with a metal plate measuring 5 meters each side in the direction where Geraldo would move, and then, when he climbed onto the plate, the helicopter would lift him up and take him to a field far from the city, where experts would do more in-depth studies with he is, who knows, more dangerous. Since Geraldo had no control of the direction he was going, his trajectory was unpredictable, and when the helicopter dropped the metal plate next to him, Geraldo changed course and hit one of the suspension cables, throwing the helicopter into a building like a whip. From then on, images were no longer broadcast to the public. The accident shocked the world. It soon became clear to everyone that Geraldo was a real danger, and public opinion allowed radical decisions to be taken. First, they tried to shoot him down with firearms. The military made a firing squad and unloaded everything on him: Nothing. They used rocket launchers: Geraldo kicked them away. Out there, no one knew exactly what was going on in the exclusion zone. Any information coming out of there was prohibited. People around the world were demanding news about Geraldo: If he was still dancing breakdancing, if anyone else had died... humanity was taken by a morbid curiosity. For a month, scientists from all corners of the world, the most brilliant minds of a generation, worked together to solve the Geraldo case. Tents were extended across the streets where laboratories were set up for analysis. They studied Geraldo as a being from another planet, with the sole purpose of saving the world from this indestructible and unstoppable being. They checked radiation levels and stuff. Nothing seemed abnormal apart from the obvious. Geraldo was neither hungry nor dehydrated. He neither urinated nor defecated. Didn't sleep, didn't stop. His breathing was steady, his muscles didn't tire, didn't break. It looked like a scratched disc, repeating the same movement over and over again. The greatest biologists were called in, the greatest physicists, chemists... Analyzed his heartbeat and nervous system with unprecedented long-distance equipment... No conclusions. During that one month of profound silence, the world changed radically. Extremist groups, who believed that Geraldo had detached from reality, and that the world was a simulation, started a wave of collective suicide. Others caused chaos and violence in the streets. Some thought it was all a lie invented by the government for whatever reason they came up with. But the real skeptics, the intellectuals, didn't know what to make of this story. It felt like everyone was caught in a cold shower. Cults were created around Geraldo. Religions were strengthened by the idea that Geraldo was proof of the supernatural, and superstition grew more than ever. Inevitably, Geraldo caused immense damage to buildings, shops, cars, houses... Wherever he went, destruction was certain. His legs went through concrete like water. Soon, the armed forces took over the situation again, and continued their war tests on Geraldo. It wasn't just the neighborhood that was evacuated anymore. The entire city had become an exclusion zone. And from far away, people saw mushroom clouds. After two atomic bombs failed their purpose, Geraldo started to get faster. His breakdance got faster, his displacement from one point to another got bigger... With every attempt to stop him, he accelerated. It got more frantic. Geraldo spun faster and faster, until he became a blur. In a flash, he crossed the ruins of the city and escaped the exclusion zone. It was carnage. Geraldo zigzagged through the streets, inside houses, inside malls, in parks, and killed and destroyed everything in his path. No matter what they did, Geraldo got faster and more died... Wherever they hid, Geraldo would kill them. He crossed continents taking cities with him. He destroyed nature wherever he went. And when there was nothing left to destroy, Geraldo continued dancing... The Breakdance of Death.