Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2009 4:31:36 GMT -5
I am merely a pawn.
I looked to the sky...
The sand on the beach was warm like an October afternoon. The gum in my mouth was becoming tasteless, the chewing monotonous. It was something I did to calm myself. I was constantly chewing on something. There's something about a vacant placid beach that I found somewhat... soothing. I lied back on the warm sand and observed the stars.
Saw my body die, gotta reappear up there...
A dark figure appeared over me and began to speak
WELL HELLO THERE! How are you today?
I quickly jumped out of my near prone position and stood at a fighting stance.
Who the fuck are you man? Can't a guy get a little peace and quiet and enjoy a nice evening on the beach?
But of course! I only ask for a small portion of your time, then you can return to your... leisurely activities.
Make it quick, freak.
Who the fuck wears a god damned Halloween costume to the beach in April?
I waited for the man to speak. I was kind of scared. Was he going to kill me? No. I didn't do anything. There's always a purpose.
I come before you today, good sir, with a proposal. Have you ever heard of the Wrestling Championship Federation?
Well, yes, I watch it every sunday, and of course the occasional payperview.
Well then, fantastic. You should know then of the wrestlers called Chester, Dobbie, and Chad Evans, correct?
Fuck yeah! Chad Evans is the SHIT! He's having a tag match with Prince Jimmy Dean against Chester and Dobbie tomorrow! I can't wait to see Chester and Dobbie get their asses kicked!
The man turns, and in the moonlight I can make out who he is. It's mother fucking Prince Jimmy Dean!
Very well. So you will be watching tomorrow correct?
Y-you're... you're Prince Jimmy Dean!?!? Dude. I fucking need your autograph. Right fucking now.
I pull out the only thing I had on me, which was a samurai sword.
Dude. Will you sign my samurai sword? Pretty please?
Well good sir, I don't normally give out my signature, but in this case I suppose I can allow it. Do you have a pen?
Shit. I don't, bro. Shit12.
Well, I suppose we can work something out. Lets see here. May I see your sword?
Alright dude, here you go...
I gave him the sword and he asked me to hold out my hand. I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, and looked down to find that my hand was gone. He took his finger and jabbed it into my wrist and signed his name in my very own blood on my god damned samurai sword.
It's where I want to be...[/i]
That should do.
He gave me my samurai sword, and I took it and ran back home to cauterize and wrap the wound.
I am merely a pawn in his wicked game of chess, and the king has been replaced with a prince.
I looked to the sky...
The sand on the beach was warm like an October afternoon. The gum in my mouth was becoming tasteless, the chewing monotonous. It was something I did to calm myself. I was constantly chewing on something. There's something about a vacant placid beach that I found somewhat... soothing. I lied back on the warm sand and observed the stars.
Saw my body die, gotta reappear up there...
A dark figure appeared over me and began to speak
WELL HELLO THERE! How are you today?
I quickly jumped out of my near prone position and stood at a fighting stance.
Who the fuck are you man? Can't a guy get a little peace and quiet and enjoy a nice evening on the beach?
But of course! I only ask for a small portion of your time, then you can return to your... leisurely activities.
Make it quick, freak.
Who the fuck wears a god damned Halloween costume to the beach in April?
I waited for the man to speak. I was kind of scared. Was he going to kill me? No. I didn't do anything. There's always a purpose.
I come before you today, good sir, with a proposal. Have you ever heard of the Wrestling Championship Federation?
Well, yes, I watch it every sunday, and of course the occasional payperview.
Well then, fantastic. You should know then of the wrestlers called Chester, Dobbie, and Chad Evans, correct?
Fuck yeah! Chad Evans is the SHIT! He's having a tag match with Prince Jimmy Dean against Chester and Dobbie tomorrow! I can't wait to see Chester and Dobbie get their asses kicked!
The man turns, and in the moonlight I can make out who he is. It's mother fucking Prince Jimmy Dean!
Very well. So you will be watching tomorrow correct?
Y-you're... you're Prince Jimmy Dean!?!? Dude. I fucking need your autograph. Right fucking now.
I pull out the only thing I had on me, which was a samurai sword.
Dude. Will you sign my samurai sword? Pretty please?
Well good sir, I don't normally give out my signature, but in this case I suppose I can allow it. Do you have a pen?
Shit. I don't, bro. Shit12.
Well, I suppose we can work something out. Lets see here. May I see your sword?
Alright dude, here you go...
I gave him the sword and he asked me to hold out my hand. I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, and looked down to find that my hand was gone. He took his finger and jabbed it into my wrist and signed his name in my very own blood on my god damned samurai sword.
It's where I want to be...[/i]
That should do.
He gave me my samurai sword, and I took it and ran back home to cauterize and wrap the wound.
I am merely a pawn in his wicked game of chess, and the king has been replaced with a prince.
