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Showtime
5 minutes to showtime. I hear the stomps of countless people’s feet above my head. They have lives; they work their meaningless jobs and pretend they make a difference. Most of them put on a mask and parade around living a lie. They’re all just puppets parading around and trying to scrape out a living for their meager lives and their families.
4 minutes left. I stand beneath the city, the people’s crap and invaluable possessions flowing past me. I watch as a Barbie doll floats past me and disappears into the abyss of the sewer. It makes me think. Some poor child in Taiwan might have made that doll for our countries equivalent of petty change. That petty change might give that child food to eat for that day, another day to live and help support their family.
3 minutes. My palms are getting sweaty. The humid day makes the stench of the sewer grotesque. The people walking their through their daily rut and following the same pattern day after day step out and walk around the stench. If they don’t like something they change it. They have their alternatives and they’ll be quick to take it if something gets too hard for them to do.
2 minutes. Yesterday was the first time I killed someone. It was in a convenience store, crowded with people. I walked up to a helpless old lady and shot her in the chest. She fell to the ground, gasping for air. The other people in the store screamed, they ran. They didn’t care that someone was shot; they care that they might be next. They don’t care that some lady, probably with children and grandchildren of her own, was just killed in front of their eyes. They run, they fear, they become traumatized. I stare at the lady on the ground; I shoot her between her eyes. As her eyes glaze over they seem to be filled with happiness. She didn’t have to live anymore in the pain she was in. I kiss her goodnight and close her eyes. “See you in Hell.”
One minute. Only one minute left until this city is taught a lesson. One minute and then they’ll realize how valuable life is. One minute until the revelation of this city takes place. One minute until the beginning of the end of my life. One minute, that’s all it takes. One minute is all it takes to die. The silence piercing time goes off, its time.
Showtime.

Suicide bomber?

@Haru: CONFUUUSION'S WOOOORSE FOR REEEAAALLLL

Kath, I'm going to be honest, that was pretty ******** good.

To be honest, I could see it as the inner-monologue of a villain from a super hero movie. A good one though.

@LPS: There's something in grass I heard the Itemfinder

Instead of an item I find a little Sentret.

We need at least more than five people for an orgy.