Cover story 56: The big speech after years
The doctor died that day because turns out in big enough doses people die with SB, he was either praying to be given the gates of heaven, he was either remembering his past. He didn't see Neova above the gates that day, but he was going right to meet him. A new king arrived, he wanted money, he who told the speech after his mentor, he who Bob and Sven were after.
Ash was taking a shit, he ate a lot of nothing good and so he took a shit
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Malfonz saddened ... he knew he was the bad guy. It was all a cry for help, he still couldn't tell people he in fact had the vaccine instead going for excuse after excuse trying to be something he wasn't missing the days he used to do archery, walk only on shadows something that reminded him his life was his and not a burden on the others that never knew about him.
This gas leak was methane, but the amount wasn't controlled in an unclosed area. The doors were shut and as the carbon filled the room with the gases, as Neova threw his match onto the air just to watch the building crumble to pieces, Malfonz truly had nothing Neova thought. Malfonz was sitting down afraid like Neova was all those months ago, years ago. It has been two years he thought and as he inched closer to kick a man already down.
The people could be seen running away from that district. The amount of bodies both from the virus, the lack of cleaners to do their jobs because they were corpses too, the lack of rain caused for a tinted rain to start pouring. It hasn't rained in a long time, no excessive workers means nobody to manage water and therefore the area was like a dry uncared for place like a sudo gravesite. The only sign of moisture was the blood gushing from the victims of circumstances and as the metallic stench swept the area at 18 nearing night Neova was still barating and toying with the now fallen Malfonz.
Malfonz discussed all this with his therapist, he threw his money away for his people and yet he felt the most betrayed by the world still unable to see how much of a bad person he was. I don't decerve this ... I started doing good. The words as hollow because it was all performative, he was so strong he was no longer human. He could never be human that was his first mistake in thinking he could. He can and always was stuck as himself.
A famous story was of the king who wished to be a peasant. Just like Midas he had everything not even justice could smite him. He was told he was born into a kingly life, but he disagreed. He revoked his title to prove a point, that's what he wanted to atleast. Without my crown I will have to perform near the slums he thought, without my power I must obide the law he thought, and so he left the thought. A few days later he was offered the fairest maidens but the one he asked for was someone that could only exist in fairy tales. Just like Midas he wanted the golden touch, but as a human he could never get what didn't exist. If he left his kingdom the kingdom would not have a symbol and would be a sitting target, he was both mentally and physically blocked from being a peasant.
One day he had an idea, he ran away. He chose to run not think and as his stubby legs waddled away he could barely cross the woods before being shot down by a bow and arrow. The kingdom fell in ruin, no big man making decisions. He threw his life away for something, and he was happier for it, but he wasn't made for it and he knew that.
The lesson for this story was of how even when everybody is needed, to serve a purpose there is a confliction to leave it, even though you know you can't because of your better judgement. But as your pride seeps in, even though your own body lusts for luxury of the now, as you run away in some way you are destroying what gives you meaning. This was a very unique tale, written by a king who fell during the war before the events of the virus.
And as Malfonz is getting ready to make a run for it, he can't even ... all those judgements go against his body. But he runs, still unable to accept the truth also becoming like Neova, also becoming the death of him a Monster. Fin.