Hello, reading, all that can articulate and respond; hello all that can hear me and rearm themselves in some topological graph sphere ritual known as, "You snooze you lose." Hey, I would actually relate to 8 people with guns that say, "Pick an ax," when it comes to suggesting you to read this, it won't give you an edge over your competition or a reflex, it'll give you a ax. I'm reading like, "This can fall apart and the robber will move on me." Well, I really, albeit professed, confess the gun is itself, and can't find one you unless you pay for it like alkaline water or a research table, it's a tool for those guns to really respond in nature of literature retracted here. So there there's an arsenal in every literary book, almost… "Almost all creative natures have something a little bit more impossible than a gun, I'm not saying it's literal, it's just something a little more contradicting in nature and really won't see you there retracting a letter, but growing or reversing growth in some way." Alright, lets picture C in corporations and kinetic life like that one who directed his directorial debut by failing nonstop at rhetoric, arsenal, arse, and nothing. He had it near but not far enough to actually relate to what we were doing, right? Well, lets hope so, (I want him to read it too) I would really retract if I saw a nun attack me because her brain had been halted and replaced with an image. Lets court that this "lets play of this video game" may be rhetoric, we're not doing anything illiterate in reading out the command in yarn, the albeit appealed remark being in our eye, I don't have a gun, just an ax. I really mean I'm writing? All can say I'm not a nun and I really don't take a creature apart with yarn as a gun, I'm doing it to retract and try to record writing in a way that relates to the subtle thing, the nifty impossible weapon was placed into your lap. You do well to refuse it, but I really see a narrative where we fight with magic arms and just then the gun shot and, "Really, grandmamma was alright." I would attract that you gotta at least see where we're talking but not where we're going… In C nonsense, the gun is placed at you and fires when you run it directly into your chest. You really gotta relate to it, it's an excellent tool for a programmer such as yourself. You, you toxic Cosby, you alienated thing that wrapped more head around you and wrapped you and you around it. You always relay you, you and warping you, probably reaching even an answer. Let there be known the answer you reach, English too. Yes, there will be impossible ones that triumph in mind, there will be records of rhetoric dying in caves, dwellers unlined in the making of this fest. Yes, there will be the mind controlled eggs that line and say it when really you're ranting that yourself can narrate it best. I'm tired because there are really people that dodge it, yes, narrative writes that leave you and tear at the soft entrance that the gun left. You all know these people and what they are and now at least you can view a maker of it now. It can complete it as well as articulate that each of you holding the gun are at least a little bit more proper than those reaching around at yours, and every one who reaches dies and goes to heaven at least. Each of them are good looking and numb there, at least to the disaster that inflicted them. That's what we'd teach you at mod college, your professor versed in how simulations, asking, "Is it alright to carry?" And you react with, "Yes, so long as you carry a smaller gun than me." He draws on you and reacts, "All of this because of the little, huh? Any of you wanna die and be given a little less paperwork to do? I would suggest you all look away and learn it yourself, at least that way when you die, no one will know how to do it and creatively reflect you in a world where guns are touched and people who die to it." Very carefully, you step away from your notes and realize in it is the answer you wanted right directly in the teachers face, an acid pit, a place where you go to sell the stuff, and elite clues to land on all and keep them from registering the killer truth. One would digest that if you really maintain difference times indifference, you get back a claim that lays you dead and lost. Just trust me and bear with it, you would to be gunned down by a bear if not for the gun reaching your apartment, separating the news and even ending it all. All of it will reteach and extract even a little bit of pulse from where they are, far and away. Even if you reach this and go down with it, we're questioning why you did. All of the would be work and the grand stare downs with death would be worth absolutely nothing compared to the reaches and stillness of reacting to teach yourself how to quit. And now I'll scream at you that this is the part where you surrender to it, you had a clue and you faced it, whether you know about it or not, it won't help you with these chapters of race and clue that fester dead. What do I mean? I mean that actually whenever someone dies, they go to heaven and you never have to worry about quitting out on yourself because you're racing with an ax. Quit and die in real life, but knowing fully, you're a gunslinger, you're a rancid cop and a partner, saying, "Partner, I would die for an oath I took to the baton that although it were a little naughty, I used powerful C in my daily journal to protect myself from the gun being fired onto my chest, and I can assure you that it doesn't hit me." Denied, another answer, and the gun fires again, he's just retained to keep the reaching truth a contradiction to the gun, and in leading around the further powerful lessons of C, the reaching magnet will soon turn your head into a powerful gun tool that will blot you and kick you out of your hole shaped noodle. And be free, but you don't wanna know what your grandmamma is going to think when you've been messing around with the stuff that gets you shot. To further suffice, even if you know what you're doing, you still get hit. You really need to remember the truth about death and living in a furnace of otherworldly stuff that gets you in trouble with the fact that leading out heaven is another place you can go and it's the truth, it just takes one bet while you're up there and those main characters can leap but not help themselves. That would get director dan cut and directly shot in the controlled substance act. It will tell you about director philosophy and directing truth. It's all to see one die at the screen. I mean that like it's really impregnable to include that in every reaches of life, the lame one dies and the prosecutor probably stopped and directed his eyes, cut and directed the tear flowing out for the 9 year old that had to outdo his nice dad and knife around the bones just to be injured enough to turn himself in. It's really bloody and abstracted, the truth would drive you to kill yourself. "I directed for twenty years and I can't find anyone dying, really there's a gun that protects us, and that's what you should all know and I'll direct that out the door for your dying dads." Well that's said, but the sorry truth is dad did die. "Dad indeed cut and directed a small accident out the door, yes. That's put." Evaluated more than everything I've lied about killing and lied about killing myself, it's really incredible how you just know and accept killing, the subtle truth that dying lurks hidden. In character, I would declare in hard acceptable fact, guns are cruel and powerful C code attributes we can't retract, but guns are actually impossible to control and regulate naturally. Now, I would hardly agree that everything would purely be taught in the nice street, that we all need to be pure and plural with each other and rave that the night can go on and the party is just beginning. Why do I say that? Because we're here to read and write and whatever we can do is already attributed cutely popped that things are right. Positive writing, the ax, the lesson not to kill with. If you lied and killed someone looking past what horrors that you kept including the interesting part about you lying about everything. Including that had you have been dead, you would have still killed with the dead and gunned acres around your house and found every secret. Yeah, you won't like this book. And that's how to sound mean and cruel to them, I hope my eyes don't become theirs. I hope that nothing bad should happen to anybody and it's then I say that the story has a command that naturally spawns you in, your recording, and the narrative with the speedy brush, just press A. You die here and it's not actually what we want to confer or talk about, honestly.
You're at your house and everything here seems alright, just one thing, we need your name. Alright, also, we need a name for the band you'll be playing in, name each of them, now the dog, alright, your favorite thing, and then favorite thing to eat. Just a certain measure but we'll just put everything down as J and J eats J while his dog J is just eating more J and you look like a pothead. No, we won't do that, even now, your names are in your heart. Now, when you started, you're in a white group of friends that just parted around a dinner table to play some D&D. This is how the story starts, now you, J, is just sorta participating in the team event when suddenly, your friend Puddy tries to eat you alive. Even though you're standing there with him, he dawns his cloak and attempts to eat everyone. Even when they said they were in a band, he still insists on eating you helpless while you're napping or sleeping with everyone. Paddy says, "You all look like chicken, I eat you now. And I'll take your characters and get to play them." He looked like a chicken as he said the nasty words, he even looked at you quite nonchalantly, like this is something you do in a recognized guild. "Now I eat you like chicken and become one of you, then I say hi to your mom's character and eat her, ha. I will not take no for an answer or I'll blow you all up with C4. It has a negative antenna that escapes all of you and if I were to die or get hurt, you all die." Now even in the night, you feel 80… He really wants to eat you and the enchanter or DM fails to say anything except for maybe, "You can do that, but I don't think you have a ring that protects you from falling into another person's mind or routine, so I say we die, we all blow up and that's the end I think… Yeah I think I have a nine o'clock at night and this is around 8, so I'll leave you with the rest of the dead in narrative." Truth, he could have given it to him, but there was a tear separating that said if he became them, he would have died. Paddy teared up, "Give me your marbles, I'm ready to eat you. Die!" He went on and on about, "Consuming you means I kill you and take your life, I have your marbles and you're my pawn." Now, you saw this and thought it was just confusing. Again, he went, "Marbles, I'll eat you all and kill you for your marbles." You wanted to die, it was really confusing to you. Again, "Eating you, give me your marbles, I should get a wake up call where I get to steal you for your marbles and have your world. Now, even when I eat you, even if I don't have a ring to seal you, I can still eat you and take your clothes and live as well as you, now gimme." Again he almost reached, calling you a chicken and trying to kill you and steal your noodle.
Everything felt dark on the long walk home, you felt hopeless. It was at least a long walk where you had you're noodle but felt dead on the walk, you felt alone until you reached home. Now looking at everyone, you had a long face, and you didn't tell them because you'd feel you'd die a little, you just reached into your bedroom and ate something that's longing in your heart. Like a gun or a C call, you called long and killed, but narrative D&D is a wicked and dying place, you felt. Everything felt like a gun was on you, it felt like Paddy was really eating you. All along the day you felt worried about playing with him, a question dawned if you could even sit at the table for long enough to get your things and play. Just as J ate J and just fell down to sleep with his dog J, a noise came on from the radio, it sounded like war, it was eating away. Nobody shot from it, it was just an alarming hush noise followed by an odd sound you felt you heard in nightmares. Just as it ended, you went up to your hush radio and you pressed a note on it to check the stations and nothing came on, like it was being jammed, nothing. Just as you were about to quit, there was a loud sound and two clicks that sounded like a jamming, you turned off the radio for now. Now, just as you were ready to go to sleep and get some rest, the events from tonight were killing you and made you die down, "Nothing is simple here, nothing." Exclaimed the radio you turned off. Empty, you sighed and died a little, landed on another part that said on the antenna, "Two leads, one empty, one landed. Now." Two empty one landed… It's C again, you know nothing and everything is out to get you. You tried to turn off the radio when you heard, "Two elated signs conform around you." Two elated, landed… You quit and ran off to the television to see what was on there, you saw everyone there, the TV was viewing white static while you heard it creep, "Two landed, elated landings, now begin." And again, "Two elated death, screaming at nothing and the world turned off." Now finally, you had enough of this creep, everything surrounding you was somehow trying to kill you and suddenly, you turned around to your neighbor who was trying to shoot you through the window. Fortunately, and nobody knew why she had it, your mom shot him through the window with a berretta and your neighbor slowly crept and walked away, not nodding. He reacted to the shot, but he was hurt, something was wrong on top of that, it was almost like he wasn't even human. You knew your neighbor and not why he wanted to shoot you, it was unlucky, like the world had fallen apart and you were the unluckiest. Just as another shot came from your mother at the window, your neighbor spit something loudly and your neighbor fired another shot randomly, running unlucky, he wasn't even aiming at this point but he shot a little and your mom finished him after running into the road to investigate if he'd been strangled out. Enough, you thought, this isn't funny, nothing is real, I can't even believe what I'm seeing, everything is going out to snuff, you look around for a tool to work with when your mom came back, you found a bat that would get you killed in a gunfight, but you'd thought you'd swing it around to protect yourself. You asked your mom for the gun and she gave you the evaluation, saying, "no." You thought about what killing someone meant, it would equal out to something with bad luck, a negative connotation surrounded by nothing actually moving on, just another shock and native atrocity that flats ground. It were scary and honestly, you thought your mom was cool but anything could happen, so you really kept her near, and then after all that, she calmed down after a brief spout to you about keeping it cool, she didn't want you, "In the street dying. New Years would have to wait." It had been the time of the season and nobody had died except on the circulated news line before today. I really hated people dying in this script, dying had been shown to the senile and according to bluffs, it hit them right in their heart on the news, dying was such a burden to them, dying could have killed them, really. It had been accounted for, but the hour was still young. After your mom made a small phone call with your dad, things looked like they were set in motion. Your mom started the car with her gun in tow, you got in with your sister, the dog, and the bat, at that point you now can hear the town going ballistic, you heard people crying, arms being torn off, the end is nigh. Suddenly there was a terrible collision with your car, you wanted to hop out but you thought you might die. Your mom asked what it was after running it over and just kept rallying and kept ramming her gun into the steering wheel trying to get out of the way. Eventually she put the tires into gear and came to sudden safety, and everything was looking at the gun now. Did your mom have enough bullets? Questions were hitting you like a jealous program, you could see it halt you, you rested in your tool. Whoever did this was a hacker who used death straight from narrative to fail you. It was little, you reached into your pocket and grabbed a handkerchief, sniffled it, and started to cry. You could hear your mother with her gun in the car saying, "We're here." You got out and ran into a house where your family hid. You took a look past your bat and saw nothing that seemed right to you, nothing crept forward telling you to get excited, you were trapped, and that's when your mother opened the cellar and told you to get in. Inside the cellar was a small bat you upgraded to, and you could hear your mother give you props for finding it, but you weren't there yet. Further inside the cellar, you saw more tools and regular stuff until you got to the entrance of a cave, it was eerie. Your mother holstered her gun and said "Come out, we're here." And a little figure did push through, "Ah you're here, take everyone and get yourself out of here to safety quick before the creatures catch you." Said the cave dweller, who was your cousin. You all agreed with him and he let you up to the high ceiling of the cave, now exposed with dirt until it turned into a metal door up ahead. Your mother, happy, ran to it, you followed up her the way like you were dying and then, nothing, they waited at the door, you were hoping to come inside at some point before you died. And then, an avalanche, the door unlocking sounded like a bomb, someone opened the door, and there was your dad standing at arms length. "I'm happy to see you made it and I have a surprise for you, I hope you can keep it a secret, alright?" Another attribute performer, your father, who always kept death right on the lease as well as C at the expo of all of life's quips. He was a scientist, mad and at large to reconsider what was happening and he reached for your mother's gun and asked if he could take a look at her. He saw that she was alright, he kept the laughter down for this next part, he kept asking if you saw anyone else with a gun when your mother responded she shot the neighbor and got a heavy, denying look from your dad who wanted to keep things peaceful. Luckily, you weren't dead and thank God for that, he kept looking for pie or something when he saw you. He leaned back and you put the bat out of his face so he'd hug you and laugh that he found you, safe, keeping, and all that sounded alright instead of being killed, he hugged your sister, which kept it for longer since she cried out the door and into the lab, where things were deathly silent at a hush. He kept the cousin there as more were arriving in a bit, he hoped they were alright and pushed the gun aside to react more to your mother who needed a hug, he shut the door, sealing the cavity into the lab and hugged her, saying, "You need to be with our kids for this, I really need you to carry calmly now, you're safe underground." Peculiarly, she kept the gun in case they were evicted or killed, your dad was denied trying to calm her down and in error, approached her once more time for the gun, but said, "You're right, keep it, protect them." Arguably right coming from the man in the room that could save everyone, but needed a gun at some point to reunite society to the hand of the gun that didn't want anymore violence. Actually, he was hoping to have it around killing more sinners, questionably. All that didn't pop up for you, actually he was experimenting on something in the lab he wanted to show you before you died, so now was perfect. He said, "An alien is going to come from the future, hopefully he can answer why people are running off and killing innocent bystanders. In any case, we should have a game console for the kids to play. Also we have a pool table, just don't get mad at it." He stared at you, "Killing was against the alien's beliefs so we pooled him here, he says he likes you, but he's a little mad, so don't razz him." You kept that at home, you were excited to keep the secret and ask the alien for help, if he liked you so much, maybe he would save us. You thought about your friends dying, in silence. They wouldn't have a chance if the spectacle was this loud, you just hoped they were for good and not for evil at this point, hopefully none of them are running around with machetes getting mean or lighting a house on fire. In any case, you were happy to be here, in a lab, with your father, who's usually working. You felt happy you could see your dad work finally, you didn't know a lot about what was out there for him, or you, hopefully you'd keep your cool and the alien won't kill you. "It's a tall alien, I would agree that the death has made him rush but it's going to be awhile before he finishes up and comes home." A tall alien, you thought, you agreed to keep the secret to yourself and wished that seeing him would be cool. At any rate, you and your sister took turns playing the game console and fell apart inside of dad's lab he said was a secret behind locked doors. Somehow they got the game console there, I would have thought it would cent them apart but apparently he has a gun. And it's fat, the look around the house was that they were the gun or you are. A secret that J would have a gun when he was 7 years of age dawned on your father, trying to take the gun to beta and stage it accordingly to anything that came in their path. "You have a secret, J, and now I'm going to reveal it, the truth is, you're actually an equation that started a fossil fuel war, but you did a lot of good." Listening to this, you wanted the alien to come already so you could see him, if he said the same grave thing about you, maybe you would be ready for beta and your dad would be to sleep or something friendly. You could nudge him to make sure he was sleeping and not awake and you could see a tear in his eye explaining it to you, not because you weren't believing, but that it was the family and he had made a lot of money lying and sifting around the truth of you. "When you're taller, I'll give you a kit that'll make you really big, and you'll hit and scream and be into it, you can even use that bat. Ha, I even think guns are going to be weak against you until it's a rocket, even then, I think you'll be above board for some serious damages, I can't wait!" Just then you saw your dad laugh and J would have appeared to eat J and play with J all day, J couldn't wait to do it, and just then J thought of himself as a super hero who could save the world and still eat J and play with J, his favorite things were coming back to him and he felt a star raised above him in a good way. Something that would fade just as he saw the bright light coming from the transponder. Your dad raised his glasses, "Oh, is the alien here? You saw that, right? I'll take a second to walk him by so he can meet you and your sister."
You saw him and he needed a break, he looked like he was close to death, your dad asked if he was okay and he said, "Nope." An anaconda bit him on the way in and he ended up shooting his captain, who spun around the room shooting at home and just then he looked, "Pardon me, are you J? Now you have to take this here." He gave you a lab coat, or it looked like a lab coat, inside was a small piece of technology that looked like chopped liver. "It's alright, just take it." He said, closing in on death's door. "Take it, be good, I want to see you put it on. It's got a chat, and all your powers from the gun are stored there, it's really to reach another and find the way to win. Now you're ready, put it on." The alien said. You wondered how you were supposed to eat it, until you touched it, and it magically wished around you. "AR… AR… HOME," it said in your head. You poked around until you saw an answer, it had read your mind. You asked if your mom would be alright, it said, "You have to keep her from dying." Now you pondered with this new toy and around the center, a halt for your dad, who thought you should be older, and then there was the alien who properly died watching you activate it. "Let the alien rest here, you play around with your new chip or something, alone, away from everybody at home, alright? It's a little cool for you, I hope you're ready for it." Your dad said, then sort of cut along, "Alright, I know you're not going to die now, have fun with it, it'll teach you what to do, I'll tune it up when you're stronger, now…" He looked shocked, "You could save us, everyone dying, the world." He teared up a little and said he was proud of you, "Kid, I wouldn't be able to do it without you." You looked confused but then it popped into your head you were a video game hero and it all looked the same for you after that. You felt the command line purr. "Coming home." Said the voice in your head.