About Me
So there's this guy, right? He's just chillin at his computer thinkin that it's about time he wrote something in his 'about me'section.
So he begins typing.
The shit he writes is completely pointless and irrelevant, but he's cool with that, because as it turns out, he's the coolest guy around.People begin to flock to his page, seeking the unending tide of wisdom rushing from his nimble fingertips. His noble words bringing enlightenment to all those who read, and through the power of the English language, he unites an entire world.Sadly, like anything beautiful and pure, the taint of the unworthy begins to tarnish his glorious work. Through countless re-tellings, his words become hollow and lifeless. No longer the shining beacon of purity they once were.So he disappears. His life’s work in ruins, destroyed by the very people he set out to save. He is crushed by the uncaring and destructive nature of the human plague.
Our hero becomes gravely ill.
For months he is bed ridden. Every night, he suffers terrible nightmares, often screaming unintelligible words into the darkness.
On the hundredth day, he wakes.
His eyes are sunken and pitch black, while his angular cheekbones protrude obscenely from his waxy skin.
Our hero lives no more.
A monster is born.He rushes into the streets with an insatiable appetite for human flesh. He begins tearing at the throats of people passing by. Women, Children, no one is safe. The unstoppable monster shows no mercy.The streets begin to fill with blood, but still the monster is not satisfied. He falls to his knees, and drinks his victims' blood from the pavement. It is a terrible sight to behold, grinning madly his face covered in gore.One by one the people begin to lose their minds. Their eyes turn black, and they start to crave human meat.The streets become chaos. Brothers tear at the throats of their sisters, and wives devour their husbands.Suddenly there is a mighty roar. The blood-thirsty crowd turns to find the monster that started it all, standing tall, on the mutilated corpses of a thousand victims, arms raised high."Hear these words, for i speak them but once!" he begins. The crowd becomes still."From this day forward, the streets will never be free of blood! You will decorate your homes with the bones of your family and drink from their empty skulls!" He drops his voice to a whisper, and speaks into the silence."Farewell my terrible pets"The earth cracks beneath his feet and he is flung, along with the thousand mutilated corpses, into the fiery depths below.The crowd tear at each other once more.Fin.
