Introduction; Since I'm banned and have literally nothing to do for a while so i've decided to try something new. 'Screenshotting' classic moments and posting them in regular blogs. If you like the idea then feel free to say so
I am surrounded, more than 20 strong, mostly intelligent policemen circling around me, there faces are worried, sweat eagerly dripping down the side of their faces, flames rise all around them and terror is present in their eyes. why haven't they killed me? burned me? buried me at sea? i am a monster.
i cast my gaze towards my chest, where notably, i have strapped myself with so many explosives, I'd blow the entire town to shit.
for a moment i cannot here anything, no voices, no terror, no death. why should i worry? when now, i could die with my sweetheart? my jam, my delectable jam.
i look around me and there is nothing. nothing but two spots at exact opposite spots of my vision.
To the far right all i see is fire, in the center grew an ancient oak tree, the branches grew giant with dark entities, the leaves were shriveled and black, dark and smothered with iniquity. Darkness formed in the shape of the trunk, which smashed into oblivion with myriad possibilities. The tree itself covered the entire mid-section of the field, jagged grass shaped in the direction against the tree, bright-eyed animals leered away from its vicinity, it was mystery confined into a small segment of reality.
To the far left i saw brightness, hope and serenity. a perfectly parallel square of tranquility. Surrounded a border of perfectly aligned trees, lush with berry’s and ripe with animals of all-purpose. Smothering the field was plentiful green grass, in the case of a brown patch emerging it would be encapsulated by daises, clovers and buttercups all perfectly mixed and atop of this would lay beautiful bees, ladybugs and butterflies, Reality never seemed so perfect.
Where do i belong? am i to rot as a mortal? or fly the skies as an angel? my passion, my enthusiasm, my jam, my journey, is this me? am i my attributes? am i real? am i some sick mans game? or am i the game?
A bullet races towards me at lightning speed, going in for the kill, going in to end my pathetic life. But not before i can do one last thing.
Whilst darkness crept away, i spent time building homemade dynamite, just in case, and i attach the dynamite all around the double door entrance of Sparticus.
I eagerly sit on a rusted park bench outside Sparticus eagerly awaiting my 12:00 deadline, trigger in hand, and destruction in my eyes.
Birds chirp at the serenity of life in the background, as an explosion tears all beauty into its gaping hole, flames ensnare the entire front of Sparticus. Children cower under trees, Women scream, beautiful lullaby's to my ears.
I advance towards the entrance with death lurking in my presence, the sleek rifle lays in my hands, petrified people scatter before me, i am so close i can taste it.
Aisle six, my hand sweating with passion, i grab the jam and all is fine, flowers gently touch my every move, sunshine beats into every spot, bees float around singing sweet, sweet songs to nurse me, and i lay in the soft grass with my jam, for eternity.
No jail cannot hold me, I'm sitting in a metal cell, surrounded by beams of fortitude, i am alone, as always. The jail is located next door to the supermarket, so minimum time has been lost in this endevour, the policemen have made two fatal mistakes.
1) they did not check inside my anus to find my sword. 2) they messed with me.
Gasping for a toilet break, a fat young employee, high school dropout i'd say, waddles over with some keys, the keys turn and so does my sword, in his chest.
I have packed a supply bag full of shotguns, rifles and pistols, i will be going straight through the front entrance.
The time is my time, no others, surely there will be death, but my glory will be eternal.
Taking out the slender security guard - possibly 35, 6'1 black, generally healthy - took far too long, my blade made short work of his legs, and after he tried to crawl away i put him out of misery, and i took his misery with me.
The store will be closing in 3 minutes, time is on my side, Finding my jam should be no trouble, its magnificence radiates like a hummingbird singing a sweet lullaby, just for me.
Boxes are built up as high as buildings, shelves tower over me as i slowly make my way from the back entrance, A jungle of boxes stacked in more impeccable ways than one. The back entrance is round this corner, i think about my glorious journey and scamper round the corner.
There it was. a 9mm pistol, sleek, black, beautiful in so many ways, but what do i know about beauty? Behind the instrument of destruction, a blunt instrument, a small, cowardly man wearing half his uniform, his face was wrinkled, probably an alcoholic, divorced, two kids who he never gets to see, the whole shebang. fuck.
seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, planets turn to moons, where am i? I'm stumbling through orchids and sunflowers, foam exploding through my orifices whilst babbling incoherent words to anything i see.
My world has been torn into two, i cannot differ from this life or the next, what is my name? black spots breach my vision and i collapse through glass, smashing my way into a tomato farm, What is red?
Relentless footsteps are on my tail, the flickering of flash lights and the demonic grunts of weapon wielding citizens, the world is chasing me, am i asleep?
Am i the worlds bad dream, or is it mine? The sewer makes a great place to camp, and the rats, delectable.
With the world in awe,i have no option but to shall sneak my way into the rear of the supermarket.
I awoke in a field of fire, my head blazing infinitly. Time and space were moving slower and slower, unstable and disorientad i stumbled out of what seemed to be a metal cage, smothered in black ash and death i collapse through a coffee table.
terrified women are scrambling around me with their demonic voices whilst piercing my ears their death chants. i manage to activate my last brain cell and make haste for the front door, All i hear in the background is a shrieking voice.