PHQ-Nickname:
hollow
Halfquake:
Radical Perfection
Level:
21
Total kills:
711,304
Birthday:
September 25th 1985
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| Mood: | weird |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | August 09th 2004, 21:31:37 |
| Visits: | 1198 |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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We all congregated for high school reunion. The groups realigned, and everyone remembered how it had been 5 years ago. Then one man, whom I had known but lost contact with since, began to yell.
"What do you think to accomplish?" he projected well, perhaps he was a manager now. What was his name? "Your lives that lead nowhere, that will chane nothing. Why bother?"
Two older gentlemen at at table were sleeping. One woke and exclaimed at how loud the man was being. The other then also woke, whispering "No, no. He is not loud enough to disturb the neighbors." Only I was close enough to hear them, I think. They then both immediately returned to sleeping.
The man's name was Sigmund. He continued to berate the people, who disliked him. "None of you will be remembered, but I will. All the nation will read about me in the papers. My life matters." Then he pulled a flamethrower from under the table with toast on it, and threw flame in every direction. Everyone was very unhappy, except for me. I like burnt toast. |
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