ezxx
07-30-2007, 09:45 PM
yes, this is random and spam. Not written by me, but I found it to be funny :cool:
Somehow, sitting in a dark corner of my room, the only light comming from the computer screen, somebody whispered me. I'd played with the guy before, so I didn't find it odd. In fact, the actions seemed perfectly justifiable from many angles but the ones which would unfold in the comming conversation.
"Hey," he said as if everything was okay. No concern for the death and war which takes place every single day. A mother could be losing her child at that very moment, and the BA.STARD didn't even care. People get raped, murdered and fined every day but he didn't seem to even consider that at the moment. Naturally, I was shocked to see such a lack of humanity.
"Heya," I replied deciding to take part of his twisted little perversion of happy-land.
"What's up?" he asked still not mentioning the terrors which continue to plague this planet. Perhaps his country wasn't like mine. Perhaps he lived in a happy land of make-belief like Belgium or Germany. Places where they never have any problems aside from eating too much of their legendary chocolate. I wasn't like that, though. I'm from Denmark - a land with hardly any chocolate at all.
"What's up?" I asked merely to confirm that I'd read the sick message correctly. "You called me! YOU CALLED ME! I should be asking you that question!" I was angry at that point.
He continued to play happy. "lol," he said not even bothering with the capital letters which should be in acronyms. Pissing all over the glorious rules of grammar, he then whispered me another message. "Wanna team up?" he asked like a greedy child before it's shot by the countless snipers who could be watching right now... They don't watch me because I boarded the windows and door. I'm safe. :surprise: For now. "I need to kill some beasts and it's a drag to do it alone."
I was flabbergasted. Here, he could somehow talk about killing without even considering the consequences. He was like a book which contained only the positive aspects of life. A book which you could never inspire terror with. A book with kittens and puppies none of whom would ever get rapies and kill everybody. "You're a book," I told him. "You're a book which I could never use if I became a terrorist. Kittens would fall out of you all the time. Then I couldn't very well take you with me on a plane, now could I? The poor little kittens would fall off and hit the ground."
He then said another uncapitalized "lol okay m8" and left me in my disgusted sea of what now appeared as kittens. I tell you, you meet some strange people nowadays.
Somehow, sitting in a dark corner of my room, the only light comming from the computer screen, somebody whispered me. I'd played with the guy before, so I didn't find it odd. In fact, the actions seemed perfectly justifiable from many angles but the ones which would unfold in the comming conversation.
"Hey," he said as if everything was okay. No concern for the death and war which takes place every single day. A mother could be losing her child at that very moment, and the BA.STARD didn't even care. People get raped, murdered and fined every day but he didn't seem to even consider that at the moment. Naturally, I was shocked to see such a lack of humanity.
"Heya," I replied deciding to take part of his twisted little perversion of happy-land.
"What's up?" he asked still not mentioning the terrors which continue to plague this planet. Perhaps his country wasn't like mine. Perhaps he lived in a happy land of make-belief like Belgium or Germany. Places where they never have any problems aside from eating too much of their legendary chocolate. I wasn't like that, though. I'm from Denmark - a land with hardly any chocolate at all.
"What's up?" I asked merely to confirm that I'd read the sick message correctly. "You called me! YOU CALLED ME! I should be asking you that question!" I was angry at that point.
He continued to play happy. "lol," he said not even bothering with the capital letters which should be in acronyms. Pissing all over the glorious rules of grammar, he then whispered me another message. "Wanna team up?" he asked like a greedy child before it's shot by the countless snipers who could be watching right now... They don't watch me because I boarded the windows and door. I'm safe. :surprise: For now. "I need to kill some beasts and it's a drag to do it alone."
I was flabbergasted. Here, he could somehow talk about killing without even considering the consequences. He was like a book which contained only the positive aspects of life. A book which you could never inspire terror with. A book with kittens and puppies none of whom would ever get rapies and kill everybody. "You're a book," I told him. "You're a book which I could never use if I became a terrorist. Kittens would fall out of you all the time. Then I couldn't very well take you with me on a plane, now could I? The poor little kittens would fall off and hit the ground."
He then said another uncapitalized "lol okay m8" and left me in my disgusted sea of what now appeared as kittens. I tell you, you meet some strange people nowadays.