=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= People Care ----------- Here we see Joe walking down the street. He is a 29 year old man with a wife, 3 kids, a car, a house, all the things that come with life. He is an average man, he loves his life. He wouldn't change anything he ever did for the world. He was going to the bank as he does every friday after work. He puts some money into his account, and puts a little aside for a summer trip to hawaii, and get a little out so the family can do something fun that day. And today they were going to go see the Lakers play the Bulls. Joe's son had bought him a Bulls hat earlier that week as a hint that he wanted to go. Ohh Joe had it all. He wasn't extremely rich but what he had he liked, and he liked everything. Joe had on the same suite he wore every friday, and was whistling a little tune. Everyday was the same for Joe, with just a little surprise around some corners just to keep him happy. But the surprise that he was about to receive was one he would never forget. Joe was almost to the Bank when he heard a noise, like the backfire of a car. But sort of different. He heard a sound like something was flying towards him, then he heard a sound he would never forget, the sound of bones crushing and flesh tearing. It felt like a fire cracker had been stuck in him and lit, he felt the bullet fly through his head and stop, turn around, turn again, and again. Everything he had loved and cared for, had been ripped the shreds. Everything he had wanted, had lived for, gone. Everything he wanted to know or already knew, had been destroyed. He wife, kids, house, car, job, LIFE. All of it gone, destroyed in one second. As he is leaving his body he realizes what had just happened.. Joe had been shot. "For What?!" he asks himself. He looks down at his body as he is floating away and he sees some teenager, looks like he is in a gang, run up to his body, take his hat he son gave him, and ran off. All he wanted was the hat, he didn't take his money, his $1,000 suite, or even his wending ring.. All he wanted was the $15 hat he would have given to the punk. Joe looks down at the world as he is floating away. He sees everything that goes on. He sees the rapes, as some guy who sees a woman he wants to have sex with run up and attack her. He sees the murders, in Washington as some official looking FBI agent shoots a man with a briefcase in the back of the head, and as 4 Gang members are shot down for wearing their 'color'. He sees the racism, as a group of KKK members burn a black man and his family alive, and as a mob of christians beat up 10 jews, killing 3 of them all in the name of God. He sees the starving people in africa as many people try to help them overcome this 'disease' that is plaguing their country, and the starving children in New York city cry themselves to sleep as even fewer help them. He sees the corruption as Clinton signs a secret deal with Iraq, we give them two nuclear bombs and they lay low for a couple of months as the media cools down over the shooting of two US Helicopters. Joe sees EVERYTHING all in 5 seconds. He understands everything that happens. He now knows why the government keeps so many secrets, why that punk shot him for his hat, why everything goes on. And out of all the trillions of things he sees only two give him his full attention. We are now at a elementary school in South Central Los Angels. It looks like it is recess time and all the kids are playing around and having fun, but for some reason there is a group of kids crowed around two 10 year olds. They are having a fight for one reason or another. For what? Who knows.. who cares? Joe watches as one of the kids hit the other in the face, he falls to the ground. About 50% of the kids laugh as the rest cheer. The kids steps over the fallen one and says something. You can see the anger build inside the fallen one as he has to listen to everyone and everything around him. He gets sick of it all. He wishes he was dead. The Fallen ones starts to say something, then there is silence and Joe can hear what he is saying... "...die...Die...DIE...DIE!! DIE!!!" the fallen kid pulls out a gun still yelling "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKER DIE!" he pulls the trigger and the kid who won the fight now joins Joe. Joe understands what happened, and why it did. He is beyond not understanding. Next we turn to another scene. This one only 5 miles away from the last one. Joe sees three men, all in their 20's beatin some guy who is also in his 20's. They don't seems to know each other. But the thing that catches Joe's eye is the car coming around the corner. As soon as the driver sees what is going on he gets out of his car and runs toward the helpless man being attacked. The driver seems to know a lot about fighting as he got all three guys off the beaten man in 2 mins. All three men run off yelling for revenge. But that doesn't bother him. He helps the beaten man to his feet and he explains to the driver that they saw him come from the teller-machine, and they were following him to this place where they were trying to get his money. The driver helps the man into his car and they drive to the hospital. The driver made a new friend today, and later that month their families get together and have a BBQ. This makes Joe happy. That out of all this violence and all this mayhem, there are still people out there that care what happens to others. Joe considers what he would have done if he were that driver. He thinks to himself that he would have driven to the nearest pay phone and called the cops. Not being brave enough to do something like that. Joe learned a lot today.. and then it hits him, he is dead. He cannot go back to his family and tell them of what he has seen. Joe cries, he cries for all of the world, for we are all doomed, and there are only a few that care. Rage. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = Questions, comments, bitches, ideas, etc : lamb@sun1.coe.ttu.edu = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = Ionic Destruction 215.722.0570 Wulf's Den 303.699.WULF = = E.L.F. (NUP) 314.272.3426 Entropy 318.625.9666 = = Dungeon Sys. 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