short stories

ok time for a commercial break

     "... do you wanna die?" oh, that was the last fucking straw-
     "maki, shut the fuck up already, we get it! we understand that you don't wanna answer the atua-damned question, but you don't have to use that phrase every fucking time a slight hint of inconvenience comes up now that you've revealed your actual ultimate." this bitch- i swear to atua, if she doesn't stop, i'll grab himiko's hat off of her 'maaaagical' head and suffocate her with it. "you're taking your ultimate for granted, for fuck's sake. oh wow! you're an assassin! how cool! you're so edgy and scary! ahh! i'm so scared! i'm gonna shit my fucking pants! you're not even using it! if you really are an assassin, i'll pay you 83 dollars to fuck off. or do you want me to stab you in your sleep and become the assassin myself? goodness, you're annoying."
     after that rant, i went and jumped off the roof 'cause i fucking hated it there. that killing game is a joke and i was not about to keep living in it. i'd rather die of my own hands than of those crusty, dusty, musty robot-bear ones. "fuck all y'all! WEEEEEE!"

/hj