Author: farthon
Date:Aug 14 2003
Sun shines and birds sing on a beautiful autumn morning. People
are awakening from their slumber and getting ready for day's work.
In a small suburban apartment a small boy wakes to irritating
sound of an alarm clock. Little Jack stretches his arms and puts
his clothes on. After brushing his teeth he proceeds to kitchen
to eat breakfast, but alas the kitchen is empty. Mom has not
prepared breakfast.
Slowly little Jack opens the bedroom door and steps inside only
to notice that the bed is empty. Nobody has slept in the bed.
Scratching his head Jack continues to the workroom where he finally
sees her mother. "Mother, I'm hungry, can you make me breakfast?"
asks little Jack. "In a second honey, mommy has to kill this one
monster first." answers the mother. Little Jack looks at his mother
and whines "But but, you're killing Burglefloogah, it will take
hours!". "In a second honey, in a second..." whispers mother.
Disappointed little Jack moves to next room and finds his father
typing fast on his computer. "I will pkill you if you dont make me
breakfast now!" exclaims little Jack. His father pales a bit and
says "Ok, let's go see what we have in the fridge".
Hungrily little Jack ventures to kitchen his father following him
in the 2nd row. Father stomps to the fridge and opens the door.
"Honey! Didn't you go to shop yesterday?" yells the father. Silence.
"Honey! The fridge is empty, you said you took care of it" calls the
father. After a moment little Jack and his father go to workroom
behind the mother. "Mommy, don't say you didn't go to market and buy
food" whines little Jack. "Oh, what did you say? Ahh, yes yes, I
donated all the food money to bat." answers the mother.
Starving and tired little Jack finally makes it to school after a
short negotiation talks with his father about how fast a psionicist
can kill a tarmalen. Exhaustion and medieval history class makes
little Jack sleepy and after a while he starts to snore.
The school ring bells and little Jack awakes. He starts running out
to schoolyard with everyone else, but in halfway he stops. "Hey,
whos the leader? The party formation is not right. Tanks should be
in first row!" he exclaims. Other kids continue running out while
Jack mutters to himself about exp newbies. "Okay! That's it! I'm out
of your party!" he utters. A kid bumps into Jack from behind and
continues his way out. "Oh gawd damn! Have to go unchest and show
that prick some manners" little Jack cries out.
Grinning wickedly little Jack comes out from sports equipment storage
wielding in his left hand a curling stick and in his right hand an
ice-skate. In his head he wears a floorball mask and a pair of boxing
gloves hang from his improvised belt made of a skipping-rope.
"PERKELE! KILARI!" echoes through school hallways and little Jack
starts running outside.
A boy stands twiddling his thumbs near the sports hall. Hearing some
cursing behind he turns around only to see a glazing blade before it
horribly shreds crushing the skull, forcing brain tissue to fly out.
The curling stick BARBARICALLY BASHES pulling out the still beating
heart. Walking past little Jack states "Some motherfuckers are always
trying to iceskate uphill."
To little Jack's annoyance his previous actions made the city guards
aggressive and reluctantly he decides to chest his equipment go
serve the sentence so he can train in this boot still. Wondering why
nobody has dug a grave for the corpse he walks past it back to sports
hall. After chesting he comes back only to find the corpse still
laying there on the ground. "Hey! If someone resses this guy, I will
pkill them too! You have been warned! And someone dig a grave for
this corpse" little Jack yells before the cityguards come and arrest
him.
"How much longer till reboot? Can't I go already, I've served my
sentence already!" little Jack mutters in a padded white cell.