What in the hell is happening

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Okay. So basically I live in Espazia. It's a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It sucks. There is legitimately nothing to do here. EVER. I mean, tv has been outlawed, there is nothing to do in town, no rivers, no ice cream or coffee, nothing. There are two restaurants. One is for the insanely rich people, and the other is for everyone else. The thing is, they are right next to each other. They are actually trying to kill us with these protein packs. That's all we ever eat there.

        They have good drinks though. Water, water, water, and water. IF YOU COULDN'T DETECT MY SARCASM, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY A DUMBASS. Sorry. I got a little pissed off. It's okay James. CARL, I NEVER ASKED YOU! As you can tell, even I hate Carl. Yes. All of us do. Don't forget me. Okay. I won't. Don't forget me either. CARL, YOU HAVE ALREADY BEEN INTRODUCED. THATS ENOUGH OF THIS STORY FOR YOU. My god I hate him.

         Okay. So before the new president, Thomas Charlestown, came to office, Espazia was great and peaceful. Then he decided to run in 4027. Oh yeah, it's the future by the way. So why did all FUN get outlawed? That might be my fault. So don't judge me if it is. I basically punched him in the face when he outlawed tv, so he may or may not have outlawed fun entirely.

        I'm almost ten thousand percent sure that every fun item that this prick Charlestown outlawed is in the door. I'm am also a sort of a vigilante for fun. Christiana is like my informant. She makes sure the cops aren't where I'm scouting at. It's more of a trust than a job. But I know she would never set me up. Or so I thought.

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