Post by RAM on Apr 14, 2024 23:22:04 GMT
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April 10, 2024 - 12:30 PM
As a steady rain fell over North Texas...
R.A. Marshall popped two prescription painkillers in his mouth and took a giant swig from his bottle of Aquafina. Inside his Watauga home on Beetle Drive, he found himself working on his computer, typing in complex programming code as a video game soundtrack played. All the while, his thoughts focused on Fiona's final words before she sent him on that fateful Greyhound bus ride to Corpus Christi months prior.
"Don't do anything you're gonna regret later in life..."
The painkillers he took were meant to dull the wear and tear Ram's body suffered throughout his life.
Yet they also doubled as a powerful psychotropic drug, meant to fuel the worst memories in his mind.
Fiona's words became increasingly distorted as Ram's eyes focued on a framed black-and-white picture of a young gal he once knew from his high school days. While she resembled Caroline in terms of looks, she was no bubbly personality at all. She was streetwise like Ram, passionate in all things related to computers and programming. Yet in his mind, he could hear the sounds of screams and feel the heat of flames dancing all around. Fiona's sentence devolved into a single word, reminding Ram of one of the most traumatic experiences he suffered in his life.
"...regret..."
To be continued...
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April 10, 2024 - 12:30 PM
As a steady rain fell over North Texas...
R.A. Marshall popped two prescription painkillers in his mouth and took a giant swig from his bottle of Aquafina. Inside his Watauga home on Beetle Drive, he found himself working on his computer, typing in complex programming code as a video game soundtrack played. All the while, his thoughts focused on Fiona's final words before she sent him on that fateful Greyhound bus ride to Corpus Christi months prior.
"Don't do anything you're gonna regret later in life..."
The painkillers he took were meant to dull the wear and tear Ram's body suffered throughout his life.
Yet they also doubled as a powerful psychotropic drug, meant to fuel the worst memories in his mind.
Fiona's words became increasingly distorted as Ram's eyes focued on a framed black-and-white picture of a young gal he once knew from his high school days. While she resembled Caroline in terms of looks, she was no bubbly personality at all. She was streetwise like Ram, passionate in all things related to computers and programming. Yet in his mind, he could hear the sounds of screams and feel the heat of flames dancing all around. Fiona's sentence devolved into a single word, reminding Ram of one of the most traumatic experiences he suffered in his life.
"...regret..."
To be continued...
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"So THIS is how Imperial decides to thank me for retiring James Gilmore.
Cast me down on some stupid preshow thing to face Sodomites like you, Ducky Tomlinson.
Ain't that cute, huh?! You do a YouTube channel that preaches positivity! Congratulations, you're one of many folks out there who do the same damn thing, just to different degrees of success! Considerin' that you're only reason for bein' on a screen -- and in that ring, for that mater -- is to collect a check, I say it's an accomplishment unto itself. But here's a message to the ONE paltry l'il subscriber that actually jacks off to your material.
You're not even the fowl I want to expel from Imperial.
In fact, you're just an appetizer, like a bowl of chips and selsa.
JJ was just the start of somethin' special. I want to burn the whole goddamn company down and KILL the legends who made it into their own personal fairy tale, insulated from the young fuckers like ME. Nick Knight, Dean Harper, and so on and so forth...I want them all to sit there and watch. I want 'em ALL to learn how it feels to be dismissed, to be looked down upon as nothin' more than a clone from their precious l'il thrones.
But keep tryin' that stupid feel-good bullshit, Ducky.
It'll get ya nothin' else except for a few ruffled feathers and burnt-up meat..."
Well howdy there pardner.