C1: onceler

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I sat alone in my office, staring off at the destruction I had caused. Littering the ground outside was stump after stump. It had been about 3 years since the factory collapsed and 3 years since I lost everything.

I lived here in the factory in the middle of my carnage. Everyone else packed up and left. I picked up a cigar and a bottle of whiskey and sighed. I walked the empty halls to my room.

I pushed open the big doors to see my dark room. I flipped on the light and peeled off my coat and ripped off my tie. I took a swig of the whiskey, wincing slightly at the taste.

This is how it's been. How it will always be. Me alone, drunk and miserable. At least that was what I expected it to go.


Hello hello. It was a short first chapter

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