Story s---.
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Perhaps youd like to know my crummy back-story. Perhaps youd like to know about my childhood and the traveling Ive done. Maybe even the crimes Ive committed. Or possibly even about the present. But thats the problem. Im stuck in the future.
Okay, Okay. Now you probably think Im psycho, I know. Trust me, I know how it is. Ive been in just about every damned situation in which I can be considered crazy. Sad thing is half of them where computer generated, too. Aint that just lovely? When a computer hates your goddamn guts. Its lovely. Well. I guess now I have to spill. Considering you already know too much. I swear to god, One of these days Im gonna slip up and end up in Bermuda, tied to a helicopter, whilst being paddled. It happened to a friend of mine. It got pretty ugly, too.
Alright, now I said I was in the future, Yknow? Well, sad thing is that Im not. Im just in fiction. Yeah, I know, it sounds down right retarded, but it aint. What do you consider reality? Somethin you can see right? Well, I can pretty much see everything here, unfortunately. Perhaps to you, reality is somethin you can prove, right? I knew a few of them people. I swear, youd be talking on the phone with them, and theyd be saying that you were a figment of there imagination. Which actually can be proved, but lets not go there.
Anyway, Im pretty much stuck in a post-apocalyptic world. Guess what the only problem with this theory is? Nothing happened that could possibly cause mass annihilation, nothing at all. Oh yeah, and theres also another loophole, as we call it. It looks just the same right now, as it would have been in your current time. Aint that just groovy? Coolio? Jazzy? Epic? Lackadaisious? Whatever you prefer?
Well thats whats wrong. Now were not time travelers or anything. Trust me, weve tried at it, and still havent invented it. So, you youthful rebellion enforcers, No, you will never be able to go back to 1620 and discover Asia, America or whatever else... at least not in your time.
Jeez. Ive gotten way off track. Im just going to give you the outlining story, cos god knows where Ill go. No pun intended.
At around 12, I met this other guy, his name was Blake. We practically grew up together from then, like brothers. But around 14, him 15, He got into a terrible car accident at noon. He didnt live to see sunset. I didnt go to his funeral or anything, but in the hospital, I remembered a lot of creepy looking guys just staring at me. I couldnt piece anything together then, but the next day, I got jumped. I had to go to the hospital, get stitches, and whatever. I got jumped with a lead pipe and baseball bat. Seriously, they had to stitch my damn teeth back into my mouth. I had been on a ton on Morphine at the time, when a doctor came around.
The doctor was one of them creepy guys. I of course couldnt register this with my brain frazzled and contused. Next thing I know, Im in a room with five other people, making under judgments and morphine induced statements. And now Im here. -
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