Life as we know it was over, it would never be the same again. Yes I am alive, but how is a scrawny little teenager going to kill millions of deformed life forms violently eating, mauling and destroying anything that moves. So yeah, life was pretty horrible right now, could be worse; could have my uncle gnawing at my face. My parents left me in the house, all alone, for them to come and eat me, dickheads forgot to take the gun, so yeah.
Ok, I’ll tell you about myself, my name is Terran; I live in an abandoned warehouse because there aren’t any of “them” here. To be honest I absolutely hate people, well except for the makers of Pokémon. So as you can guess, I’m a geek. I have the weirdest sensation every time I eat macaroni, wish I had some macaroni right now, man I love macaroni, and I would kill for some. And yes I keep a diary, you got a problem? Bitch please I’m a level 59 Warlock.
Not literally “kill” for some, but kill one of them. I have had one encounter with one, I managed to escape but it was close. It was a violent one; it wanted my flesh and would have done anything to get it. Luckily I had my lucky boots of speed, and my null talisman to protect me.... man I’m a nerd. I wonder how long I can survive. I mean without games, it’s worse than “them”.
I’d rather die than live without Pokémon, Pokémon is my life, oh and my girlfriend, hehe my right hand. Nah I’m kidding, I have never had one, I was always told that school was more important than relationships. I thought to buy a boat and name it “relation”, get it?
Well this is my story:
Day 1: So I decided to go outside today, yes as you can guess I rarely go outside, I’m a geek, a nerd and a Warlock. Sometimes I wish I had a girlfriend, I met one on World Of Warcraft, but she was actually a sixty seven year old man. So now I have a mission, to go outside and meet new people, well except for my dad’s work mates at Horzine.
I never liked that place, it seems suspicious, a bunch of guys wearing radiation suits. My dad wants me to work there when I’m older, I don’t want to, I want to be a 3d and visual designer. My dad doesn’t approve of this decision, he thinks that i should work for my money. I sometimes hate him, he abuses me and hits me, i would stand up for myself but he has a gun.
My dad doesn't like me being on the computer all the time. "It drains your smartness''. But i can't stay away from it. Every day, i go to school, come home and play games. He thinks i spend far too much time on it and yet he buys me a new, yet better computer every year.
As i normally do, i went downstairs to grab something to eat before i venture off on my quest to kill that cave troll. I grabbed a pie and put it in the oven. I heard shouting coming from my parents room. I lingered around to hear what they were saying. "HE'S ONLY LIKE THIS BECAUSE YOU BABIED HIM AS A CHILD". "HE'S PERFECTLY NORMAL, YOU'RE JUST A DICK"
'What the fuck did you just call me? You ugly whore!"
Woah. I've heard them argue, but not this bad. They usually stop after 5 minutes, but this has been going for hours. And over me too. I sometimes hear my dad calling me a Pussy or faggot behind my back, but never this bad.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE" Geez, i thought my mum was gonna rip him to shreds. Last i saw, my dad busted through his door, and stormed out, murmering words as he walked out. My mum popped her head out of the room and stared at me. "Your father is a disgrace. I think you're perfect. "
My mum rarely complements me. But when she does, i know she means it. OH SHIT. MY PIE.
