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Well, I was told to upload this little preview....Sept XX 20XX
What happened to him? To Russia? What happened to that childish giant, who was clueless enough to think I was a chair? What caused him to be like this? And....why?
I never thought him to be too bad of a person, until....
He finally snapped
He grabbed his lead pipe unexpectedly and swung it
At me, at England, at everyone
His purple eyes were glazed red and he shouted
"THE DAY WHEN YOUR ALL ARE MINE... IS NOW!!!"
Accommodated with mad laughter, he swung the pipe once more, and China was first to go. It's been a few days since then. So many people around me disappeared. Russia showed no one mercy, no one compassion.
Even Belarus, with desperate eyes I've never seen her wear, pleaded for him to stop before being put to sleep with the others.
Nowhere is safe anymore, Russia can be lurking at any corner. I've only managed to stay around for so long thanks to Cuba and my invisibility, but I doubt even THAT will last much longer....
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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