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i dont have a name 4 this unfin story yet but here we go >w<
I arrived at server one with the usual excitement of seeing my friends and show off my skills. "I'm still trying to think of a name for this place dude, you got some?" I asked my buddy Chas while stretching my legs. Now, Chas is the kind of guy who would fit in the buff category, as for me...
...not so much. Once, this "friend" used me as a mace or a blunt object to hold the line at the cafeteria. It was fun and hilarious I might add, but at least warn me next time instead of grabbing my right arm and saying "hold on!" then smash me into a fat chick *lol, jiggle blubber jiggle* and anyone or any wall that stands in our way. This explains the physical aspects I posses. The word is twig. Chas replies, "how bout we wait for Edgar to sign in." "k." I projected out loud, then realized that I was daydreaming again. Glancing up, I threw down my utensil like I completed an assignment and sighed to simulate relief. Jake, the desk to my left, immediately caught on to my disorientation told me to stop smoking pot. I reacted with a voice that you would use if it was addressed to a dog, "But, It makes me happy," I smiled hugging myself. Came to realize all the classroom's eyes were on me placed with confusion and/or the utmost attention.
Who am I? I am everything I want to be and more, useless to society, and a waste of space. I am....
...hungry, so I cracked the door to peer through and access the situation. "Seems to be clear," I whispered to myself opening the door, moved low and swiftly to the objective point silenced pistil in hand. Reaching the location I attained the top secret goods and head back. of course since I achieved the retrieval without complication the tough part arises when one patrol guard blocked me from extraction. I waited for my time to navigate around him and then that instant came, I sprinted and dove for the door. "Mission complete!" I smiled waking up from a (you know what) in my room with an orange I obtained from the refrigerator and my air soft sidearm then uttered, "I have to stop doing this."
These two examples of my excessive day dreaming is becoming a serious problem. It's like I'm addicted to a substance that my consensus lacks the knowledge of existence. My goal? End the inevitable cycle of wishing something would happen but not taking assertive action to fabricate.
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