So after the rubble had cleared, I took my bloody crowbar and dragged my broken leg out of there. I had too much to worry about. What was that The Feared One was saying about my girlfriend? I had to get out of there fast, I had to find out if she was okay. I had to stop the Maskies.
But that required getting out of there, which meant I had to fix my broken leg somehow. I was much too far from home.
C'mon you goddamn leg, I said to it. I lifted it up and hit it with my bleeding fist. More blood came out. I hit it again. Bood. Hit it again. More and more more blood. No matter how many times I hit it ike I saw in the movies nothing would happen.
And that's when I realized life wasn't like the movies or any of that fiction. I had to be myself. I had to support myself on my own weight.
So I sucked up the pain and stood right up and limped out of there, newfund courage swirling in my veins.
I am a badass.
Oh. Oh yeah, no, that's nice. We have no idea how the fight went, but I guess it doesn't matter, does it? None of it matters. This entire blog doesn't matter.
ReplyDeleteWhat girlfriend? I find it hard to believe you've ever had one of those. What are you, like twelve?
Too far from home? Where are you at any point in this story? What even IS the story?
Hitting the.. what? When has that.. ever been... in any movie? As a thing? How is the moral of the story this bullshit about life not being like fiction? Do you even care? Are you just doing this to piss off your audience? Because it's working.
Be yourself. Oh, wonderful.
You badass.
Shut up. Just stop.
Yeah this shtick is getting old
DeleteI'm sorry Billy but you really can't write
FUCK OFF YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY I MEAN IT, THSI IS MY BLOG!!! LET ME WRITE!
DeleteYou do realize your blog is the laughingstock of the entire Fear Mythos, right? No one thinks you can write for shit. It's obvious.
DeleteYEAH I FUCKING KNOW THAT NOW GO AWAY YOU SHIT
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