Sep 28, 2014
" You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you've done, Haywood. "
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" You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you've done, Haywood. "
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"What the fuck, man?"
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system >>> open file
       >>> start programAI
<AI> >>>please wait while I set up.
       >>> 0%
       >>> 99%
       >>> programAI fully functional
<AI> >>>hello, USER
<AI> >>>I am the AI of this system.
<AI> >>>please input a name that I may refer to you as, unless you enjoy USER.
<AI> >>>though I would not suggest it.
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[ text >>> drafts ] the skull guy :: don't you dare do that ever again. you nearly made me go mental. i don't care if it was for fun, never let yourself get kidnapped again. please.
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It's a chill that trickles down his spine in those dark moments in the autumn dampness. He wraps the scarf around his neck a little tighter, just barely stopping before choking himself with that Ramsey green. It doesn't stop him from wishing that feeling, though. Anything would be better than the lump of emotion choking his voice.
Gavin Free, the court jester, palace fool, and adoptive son of the great king, stands alone amid the great oak tree, watching with glassy eyes the leaves slowly morphing into a deep red. It reminds him of blood, and soon the tree's lifeblood will fall to the ground, leaving its skeleton bare to the elements.
It's almost fitting, actually.
It doesn't take him even a moment to recognize the shuffling of feet behind him as a newcomer to admire the brilliant decay. He doesn't speak, however. There is nothing that needs said.
Besides, if he tried to speak, nothing would come forth anyways. Only the tears he had run himself dry of.