As I sit, stifled, I wallow in my demise. I cast a glaze aft pondering which wayward path chance had set me upon. Fame, fortune, and glory have past me like a ship in the fog, or perhaps, it is I who has forsaken them. I long for the boisterous days of my youth and revel in the thoughts of days gone by. The warmth of the sun on my face, the song of the birds in the trees, the grass dancing on the whim of a gentle spring breeze. All seem such a distant memory as if they were ripped from my very soul.
Time slips slowly now, like the final raindrop rolling off a leaf. Ever vigilant, I sally forth, gasping. Every breath burning my lungs, like Lucifer set flame to the very air itself. I trudge on with every energy I can muster. Barely keeping afloat, the mire seemingly endless, drags me deeper with every fallen foot. I take a breath, hoping it to be fresher than the last, yet I can feel the darkness closing in. Circling like a demon, seething, salivating, anticipating my weakest moment so the beast can pounce upon his prey.
My will slowly seeps from every pore like the sap from a Willow. The agony of impending doom is more than a hundred men should bear, yet I press on. My steps are closer now. A vigorous stride to a saunter, a saunter to a crawl. Clawing my way forward, I hear a subtle oration. "Why don't you rest, you're safe here, you shouldn't go on". Who is there, I ask with no reply. WHO IS THERE, I scream with every ounce of my manhood, all to no avail. I search to and fro but alas there is no one there, no one but I. The voice which spoke so softly, so convincingly did not belong to another but came from the ragged depths of my own tattered mind. Have I reached the pinnacle? Am I resigned to this fate? Is this all that there is, is there nothing more? Have I become so deprived that I have given up on my very self?
Nope it's just a slow night on MT.net and I'm ******* bored!!!
Hahahahahaha!!!!!! I'll post vids of my suicide when I get done!
Last edited by lordrigamus; 07-17-2010 at 11:28 PM.
I can't play MAG, it's just a supersize Socom. It's too slow since COD came out. I can feel myself getting older as I play. Gran Turismo in November, ahhh, I can't wait. I need to log in and play some COD. I haven't played anything since March. Lost my enthusiasm. It's sad when you can't even remember your screen name.