The Rushed Prologue

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Umm how to start out. I died!

THE END

HAAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SO F****ING MAD THAT I CAN'T BOTHER TO JOKE!

What did I ever do wrong? Come on! Tell me!

Maybe it was because I was born on Earth? Maybe it was that I was born into a middle class family? Maybe it was because I had an "average" amount of average friends in an "average" high school with "average" grades? Huh? Maybe it was because I didn't try hard enough in life? F**k you if that's how karma works. Hah... That's enough venting. Now where were we? Actually where should I start? I guess I'll give an overview of my life. That should be enough for a prologue arc right? 

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It was a holy day on earth of the year 2000. The birds were singing, the beauties were awaiting, and the gods were worshiping this very moment. The whole world was holding its breath for this very moment.

*BOOM*

He was born. Motherfu***ing Jesus, eh no I mean, Bob was born.

World: "HALLELUJAH! CHRIST HATH COMETH!"

My goddess of an older sister, Ava: "Mom, Dad, why do we have to give it a weird name like Bob?"

Doctors: "*Cough cough* Your daughter is right you know? Why not give him a name like, umm I don't know... Lucas? That's a good name. Right?"

Mom and Dad: "Fine..."

Obviously everyone in the hospital was oblivious to this auspicious day.