Originally Posted by
The Great Father
Are you ready to accept the fact that from now on, every waiter or waitress who ever serves you at a table from this moment on will sprinkle black pepper into your drinking water? If you can accept this, you're ready to proceed.
This is my reminder of the topic I was originally doing. The Samuel Clemens one. I'm getting a bit tired. Oh well. No Goldeneye 007 for me tonight.
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A moment of peace occurred. All wasn't just well, but far better on that train ride. I didn't know how exactly I ended up on this train. I was simply out shopping for tonight's appetizers and dinners. See, I was planning a sort of a guy's night in with a few of these girls I knew wanted nothing more than a an easy drunk fuck. Basically the sort of thing that defines an evening.
But by now you realize if this was some sort of normal hump-and-dump I wouldn't bother the piss I'll produce from this next beer to actually recount it. In this particular case, however... there was more to be explained, clearly.
I had just closed a major account, I knew my earthly possessions would increase nearly one hundredfold. That amount, at it's mere suggestion, rendered me speechless. But as I saw that my worth increased to 985M£ I realized life would just never quite be the same. But know at the time that I found this wasn't even close to real money...
See, here in Leeds we found a solid community of Monopoly board game players that played strictly the UK version... but we were the most successful men around and we played for real currency. Could you imagine those pesky little ones being 100000£? That's what it was during those games. It was during this particular game that I realized that I had a shot of winning by acquiring the more frequently landed on properties and I would win, but I realized something...
Why was I placed in this particular match at this time... why was I in this train...
Why was I shooting these two pistols in this train at these men that seem to be holding automatic weapons?!
I realized that no sooner have I hit the heavenly bliss of this new position in life that I found it came along with the massive influx of work and time that would eradicate my free time to three to four hours of sleep a night. But as soon as I had sworn to this new life to myself and went out to celebrate it did I find myself in this train after quite a few Nobleberry Ales. They said those were the strongest ales around by far... Apparently they weren't kidding.
As I continued to advance in this train, I realized the surroundings. They had begun to change rapidly from the moment I entered that train and began unloading wrath upon those individuals with the hats... it changed the whole atmosphere of the train.
Rather than remaining a simple basic transport that was designed for minimal means of spiritual movement in the underworld, it began to advance steadily. But I noticed this... would I rather be stuck among these few individuals that are the other major minds, or should I lower myself down to be the king of the basic region?
Actions were taken and the surroundings passing by the windows as well as the number of passengers, changes. The seats began to fill rapidly with many jolly, merry and happy people who were welcoming to each other. The general feeling in the suddenly filled massive traincars was one of joy.
But the outside of this train held a sight so frightening that anyone who had beheld it would have nearly frozen in fear. As the joy of relaxed and comfortable persons in each car in the train only continued to intensify by the company of only loved and even very liked ones, the more hideous the scenery outside became.
Reality blurred as I realized though for every one of these evil and rather not highly aggressive individuals in this timecar that I would have remained in this cabin enjoying the finest scenery I could have even logically imagined... it continued to devolve as I kept abusing the Cougars in my hands
But as I noticed that each death of these strange grey men led to a strong influx of loved ones, I figured it would clearly be the best idea to continue plowing through these grey-clad men than trying to simply just move along normally and reach the sleeping quarters.
But why did I have these Cougar Magnums in my hands in the first place?
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As I continued to mow through these unnerving grey-clad men, I barely realized both why I was shooting away at them... and why the background was changing.
The grey-clad men were representative of my past sins, which is why I was so naturally inclined to fight back against them. But for some reason as I did, the qualities of the outside world and even inside the train began to deteriorate...yet it was through a point of offing a sizable group of the grey men near a large window in that train did I realize what was really going on...
I wasn't forgiving myself for my old sins... I was sending myself to hell!
As the train continued to descend into the pits of hell, I realized that the overall feeling and mood inside of the crowded trains was a cheerful and comfortable one. Beer was even flowing through freely.
1. “ Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company."
― Mark Twain
I've even noticed that the climate outside had changed dramatically as the images outside the windows of the train changed from serene and relaxing to horrific and soul-draining. But there more people in this train direction ready to suffer forever just as I would.
Misery loves company.
