I had nothing left to live for. But I wasnt
- I had nothing left to live for. But I wasnt going to kill myself. Mainly because I hated the thought that I might get stuck in some sort of purgatory or limbo for eternity. Instead
- I trained to become a high sensation seeker. I actively pursued dangerous situations & activities that could get me killed, to save me the trouble & cover myself morally. First, I
- went to a Tea Party demonstration with a Pro-Life pin. They sure didn't like that, but somehow I managed to survive. So after that, I decided to try my luck at
- Casinojo, where I mulled over how those politicians could be so hypocritical about shirking responsibility. Just then the one-armed bandit goosed me, and I failed to duck in time.
- So I died. It took three years for my soul to float up to heaven's gates. When I got there, there was no Saint Peter, instead there was a Mech Warrior standing in front of heaven.
- This wasn't the heaven I had read about or heard preached. I was unprepared. But I climbed up into that mech suit and began pressing buttons, full of hope and confused awe.
- The mech suit started up with a low hum, and a display of information lighting up on the sealed helmets screen. I started up the jetpack, and began to fly up, smoking trailing
- Plasticene droplets which made all of us cough. I was coughing too. The parachute became nervous and threatened to let me drop into the taxis below on Sixth Avenue. I stopped and
- used my potion of healing, but it had no effect. The parachute was clearly annoyed. Jeremy decided that 46 hours of tabletop RPG was quite enough for one week and promptly executed
- the "end this fold" option. Jeremy found himself floating silently in nothingness, a character without a story, but is he really any worse off than the rest of us? I think not.
- Started
- 2013-05-10 18:55:15
- Finished
- 2016-08-05 12:15:37
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Woab Aug 05 2016 @ 12:18
Existential.