If you must know, Here’s the post I was working on when the internet crashed.
I don’t know maybe I’m getting burnout or something. I closed my video game blog, and just don’t have it in me to write on this blog that much anymore. I’ve been blogging for over a year, and I had some ups and downs with it. Some funny discussions over it, even some drama.
Maybe it’s run it’s course, and I need to start working on other stuff. I’m going to think about it.
The post you are about to read is an account of tragedy which befell two friends on a summer idyllic day. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent. This is their story.
FADE IN:
INT. Apartment Hallway – Morning
An unknown man in a black duster and hat stands outside a door. Strangely enough, he resembles American badass, Clint Eastwood from Pale Rider. He knocks. The door creaks open. The face of the apartment dweller is visible. Fear immediately strikes his face.
River
(Practically pissing himself)
Can I help you?
Stranger
(Glaring)
You the one in charge here?
I wish people would stop pissing themselves when they see me.
River
Uh, I gue…
Stranger
(Interrupting)
Not, anymore you’re not.
Stranger
(With toothpick in mouth)
(Walks into Apartment, notices the shit all over the floor.)
Have you been taking dumps on the floor? You are one sick fuck.
River
(Nervously)
I haven’t had a chance to clean up lately, I was plan…
Stranger
(Interrupting)
Didn’t I tell you to shut your face?
River thinks back and doesn’t remember him saying that, but remains silent anyways. The stranger pulls out a pistol and aims it squarely at River’s face. He has it titled sideways, real gangster style. River finally pisses himself.
Stranger
(Menacingly)
I am here about your blog. Chaotic Ramblings. Lately, it has been boring the shit out it’s faithful readers. I mean, come on, you had a fucking Mickey Rourke topic. That shit is so 3 months ago.
River
(Pants soaked from urine)
Mike, is that you?
In a flash, the Stranger spins the gun in his hand and levels the butt of the pistol against River’s face. River crashes to the floor. More shit falls to the floor.
Stranger
(Growling)
You don’t even have a post up today. What the fuck am I supposed to read at work? Actual fucking news?!
River
(Near tears)
I was about to post something just right now.
Stranger
(Whispering)
Too late, too fucking late.
PAN TO: Open Window
A single gunshot is heard. Computer typing follows.
FADE OUT:
