Cover story 20: His thoughts not mine

A piece of paper scribbled in ink burned in ashes left out in a room in measely broken puzzles needing to be put together. "how to bypass freedom, be greater, serve a greater purpose", by a man you knew. Written by the grayest of them all, holding the grayest guns with the grayest eyes.

Everybody has a gray side even the white side

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Five days is what I call a bargain, because it will take five days til the family is left with only one survivor, hope I can see him bleed.

The audience gasped...

I was waiting, enjoying what little fun I was having. But five days just seemed to go on like that with a flick of the finger.

I didn't wanna waste a second, I was always working even on days like these because giving them my full attention boiled my blood, I GAVE YOU ME AND YOU DON'T TAKE IT IN WITH NURTURE...

Day 1 # log

This day was simple, it really showed me the life of a peasant. What it meant to be a human living off of nature, and what it means with not being immortal at all but that goes without saying. I was picky tho, for this day it was sloppy cabbages for dinner, nothing special, I hate cabbage, I like food that tricks me into eating good food. I heard cabbages were good for me, but with its taste I wouldn’t recommend it. After eating the family split up like small groups, I barely ate anything and was craving something to put in my mouth, but I limited myself in order to understand what it means to be human, because nobody is as fast as me. That statement had nothing to do with anything I just love myself.

The children came out playing, the little sister girl who was getting pat on the head by Neova wanted to play cops and robbers, in some places there exists agency and protection in case of injustice.

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Malfonz: So are cops good people or bad people

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The little sister: Good people I guess

Malfonz: So are robbers bad guys

The little sister: Yes, because stealing is bad

Malfonz: Moving aside from the stealing aspect what is this game about

This game was about testing your own moving capabilities or capacity as the bad guys try to steal the rocks and the good guys capture them. My first few attempts were good I guess, as a robber I outran my enemies vision by using flight, I knew they were incapable but to get some wins in my belt was needed to be able to brag a bit I guess. Then I played good cop bad cop, I had the act down but the girl who taught me the rules stumbled and the game ended. She began crying, I was gonna comfort her but barely knew what that was, so I gave the twins the task of helping her out. You need sympathy and empathy for that task I didn’t have, sucks to be me because this was something the inside of me had to do, the in me to do so. (Poetic).

Day 2 # log

This day the most I remember was the night, it was quiet, but eerily something about the quietness was familiar to me. I heard thunder, it was loud, and boom the night was over. Sleep was described as a mix of hallucinatory moments coming across as stories you live through without your own input mattering, most of the time. I have slept when or if I said I never slept that was a lie, I choose not to sleep but instances of calmness can bring me around, I just wonder why that is the case, because I never feel tired.

Day 3 # log

This day I was curious, I wondered what Neova was up to. If he was up to something. There was a struggle, between him and the others, he wasn’t sleeping either, which was a good sign. My main objective was to destroy him, if that was a possibility, but I was afraid because at this point any possibilities for him turning on me, could happen because the more I spend time with people the more I turn to the person I saw as peasants. A peasant to me is someone under me, under my status or under my vision of importance, if I turn human I have laid out more and more pieces that could be taken away from me. But maybe that could have a chance of reverting me, if the reason I became me was because I had nobody, if he takes the person that means something to me maybe I will be again a nobody. So I was afraid because these days looking up was all that was left for me, I loved the sky, and I had a better understanding of myself, I had distanced myself from these people enough to be able to kill them if they annoyed me they were dirt to me. But these people made me understand if I was trying to take away the blue sky from the enemy in order to make him die, what if that happens to me one day. What if one day I asked for hypocrisy and he took it away would I look at this and curse my being?

The audience gasped, was this theater, therapy for the deranged man, or was this an upcoming confessional. Fin.