A street wise man walks with swagger down bustling city street.
The master of his own little play, where he gets to act the most important part, The King.
The shepherd of his own little flock of witless idiots, all fighting for the slim chance of glory, and that's just the way he likes it. The way nature intended.
All's well in this little utopia of sin and debauchery.
well that is until.
Bang!
A gunshot cut the air, silencing the once audacious city. hitting the smug little man clean in the chest, taking the Kick from his feet.
Bang! Bang!
Two more follow, knocking man the flat. His dapper white attire stained the color of bright crimson. His death all but certain.
Well to anyone but himself.
The idea of dieing was foreign.
death was a thing for other people to experience, not him, not this soon.
But that's when the pain set in, creeping slowly like a posion, almost immediately crushing any false idea of immortality.
He still has things he wants to do ,places he wants to see a myriad of hopes and dreams.
That will forever be unfulfilled.
Bang!
A fourth and final shot to a man out of luck, a man out of time.
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"welcome applicant"
A well dressed man sat across from me, his legs layed lazily on a desk covered in mounds of paper. A wry smile silently judging
"Where am I?" I ask
The man laughs waving his hand dismissively
"You'd think an idiot would at least know when it's dead."
The man points at my chest, where four still bleeding holes lay
"But I guess you're a special kind of stupid"
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