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i was always a skinny boy, |
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in the news i heard of a new method of eating, it was a supplement of sorts |
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that would give you all of the nutrients you'd need |
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being interested, i bought some. it ended up being a lot tastier than i had |
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imagined, the flavour was something like a mint with some zest. the "pills" |
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were rather large, but they dissolved so easily it wasn't a problem |
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anyhow, after doing my usual morning routine, i went out. i was in japan, and |
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today i needed to go home.i went out to drive over to my workplace and.. |
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i noticed something strange while driving. it always seemed like everyone was |
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in the wrong lane. sometimes there were people going forward in the left but |
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also in the right. while others were going back in the right... |
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soon the world started spinning. my thoughts were absorbed by the impact. |
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somehow I had managed to jump out of my car, although it was already too late |
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for it. the world was still spinning, so I quickly ran into the closest |
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building. |
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inside I noticed it was a factory, some kind of small, run down one. i went |
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over to near where a ladder was, and put my hand on a table. there was a gun in |
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my hand. i gripped the gun tightly. it was a revolver, seemingly a very old |
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one. i decided not to question it, there wasn't anyone in sight anyhow. |
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everything was covered in rust. |
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i climbed up a ladder, and found myself soon on a ledge. very high up. a man - |
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of very short stature, he walked in to the building, talking to himself about |
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something. soon he noticed me and said, |
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"Hey, there's a way to get down from there pretty easily. there's a ladder |
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right next to you." |
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i obliged him and slowly climbed down. soon we were talking and he made a |
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gesture to my gun, I kindly handed it to him. we talked for a while about old |
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commercials we knew, products we loved and wished would come back. he told me |
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this was a jello factory, the last one still worked by hand. |
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eventually during the conversation i noticed he didn't have a voice coming out |
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of his mouth, it was entirely through his lungs seemingly. there was a machine |
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strapped to his torso i didn't see. the world was still spinning. |
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i asked him where i should go, but the words didn't come out of my mouth before |
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a woman walked in dressed in red with high heels. she escorted me away, slowly |
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walking down the sidewalk. |
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as we walked away i heard a bang in the distance. i cried. |
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eventually we made our way to a bus stop, but i just parted ways with her. at |
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this point i couldn't remember my own name, much less where i was going. |
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eventually i ended up in a bar. there were some guys smoking cigars at the |
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front of the bar (it was L shaped) and I talked with them for a while. they |
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seemed to be nice fellows. |
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soon I found myself recruited by the Yakuza. in this strange turn of events. I |
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asked one of the guys if I could taste his cigar while he was lighting a new |
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one. i did. it was delicious! |
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I asked how much it was, to which he replied "15,000 USD." well, guess I |
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wouldn't be smoking those any time soon. |
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behind the bar was a nice enough looking fellow who had been rolling cigars the |
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whole time we spoke. i asked him, "do you got any cheap ones"? "give me the |
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cheapest you got." |
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he did, indeed, the whole pack only cost 3 bucks. nice. |
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i made my way outside. in my purse I had a gun, a pack of 10 cent cigars, and a |
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burn phone. there wasn't really anything else, all of it fell out into the |
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sewer as i was falling out of my car. |
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thankfully, the phone they gave me was quite nice. if I held the volume-down |
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and a secret button hidden on the front flash, i would access a nice program |
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for checking my hit list. |
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i walked down the barely lit street, pitch black at midnight. i took a few |
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turns and suddenly my target was before me. well, there wasn't a single person |
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near by, so I just shot him. |
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my gun was suppressed anyhow. |
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i took out a cigar making my way back and lit it, my expensive lighter was the |
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only thing left from before my fall. it was fucking delicious. so fucking |
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delicious I questioned what the point of $15,000 cigars was. |
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anyway, I made my way back. they were convinced I was some kind of genius. |
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anywho, I got in. at this point I just needed money, considering my identity |
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didn't matter a fuck at this point. |
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i wende and i whan from place to place, doing dirty deed after dirty deed. |
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eventually, one of my gigs was in a mall. i had plenty of time to do it, so i |
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decided to go get doughnuts. |
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i did. they were delicious. as i left the store though, around the corner from |
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it, i felt a sensation in my back pocket.i quickly grabbed the nearest person |
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to me by the balls. caught him red handed. |
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we made our way back over to the doughnut shop, and i forced him to buy me some |
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chocolate glazed doughnuts. he kept fidgeting trying to leave, but my groin |
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exploding attacks kept him from. |
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eventually, he paid, and I let him go. the maidens whomst worked there asked |
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me, "is he alright?" "yeah. he's just got to take his meds. no problem :)" |
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a woman with a baby was at the next register to me while i was checking out, |
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and i smiled. a maid at the place asked me if i wanted children. "yeah, " i |
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said, "but I can't. my womb doesn't work, and we're still searching for a way |
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to fix it." |
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the maid was saddened by this, and went back to her work. i left the store, and |
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made my way to my target. being a transmasc enby, i was kind of insulted that |
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people still in 2040 didn't acknowledge my existence. i guess i looked too |
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femme today. |
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the target was after a very long hall with tons fo people in it, leading |
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outside. there wasn't a soul here, since it was very late. just me, red lights, |
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and a strange kind of outdoors area, abandoned. |
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so, I sabotaged the power supply, to something, and made my way back. |
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