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Chapter 0: The Prelude
Is the cloth of the notion that is can do whatever it believes is right? Or is it a specific way? I don't know. There are times that things go ahead with themselves, but I've never seen such a situation first hand. "Time is tired. Why?" A centipede once told me. This brought me great distress. I responded by asking if this obtuse query could possibly formulate into some kind of articulated plan. Sadly it was only after asking this question in a way so delicate that I was absolutely sure I wouldn't hurt the centipede's feeling that I realized I had stepped on him.

Filled with both panic and a delightful smoked turkey sandwich I quickly hid the body in a potted plant. I could hear sirens in the distance, someone much have called the cops. I went to draw my gun, only to remember I have never owned a gun in my life. How silly I felt. I picked up a chair as a weapon instead and ran out of the building where I was quickly truck by a very rude vehicle.

It was roughly ten hours later I woke up in the hospital. Sadly, I had died.

The End.

Ouch surprised