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8 March 2009
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Topic: To be, or not to be. -OPEN- (Read 21 times)
Kismet O'Neel Hybrid Mod Demon Elf Junior Looks 16 years old member is offline
All I hear is 'blah blah blah I'm a loud motherfucker'.[ss:Purple Passion]
Joined: Oct 2008 Posts: 14 Location: Brooding Karma: 0
To be, or not to be. -OPEN- « Thread Started on Mar 21, 2009, 9:02pm »
His heart was beating. His mind was racing. Millions of thoughts going at once, but only one was prominent. Kill yourself. Do it now.
The cliffs seemed so inviting. Kismet was looking straight down at the jagged rocks protruding from the side of the cliffs. They would surely impale a body if it were so unfortunate as to simply... fall.
The water crashed against the rocks, the noise deafening, seeming to sharpen the rocks as it went. Morbidly, he wondered I wonder how many hours it'd take for me to die. Being a half daemon, it would take the longest time to kill him, if it did at all.
His breath came out in cool wisps, making it quite visible. He wondered how many breaths he would be able to count before he simply stopped it all together.
People would be happy at news of his death. Very happy. He was a nuisance, a tyrant. He leaped over people at school to get to his own classes. Frankly, he suspected they would be less than in despair if they should learn of his untimely demise.
Teetering precariously on the edge, he simply was waiting for someone, anyone, to try to stop him.