Hell yeah Obamaverse story awesome just read it lmao.
"Honestly, that's what I call a cool story bro. Such a riveting tale, I honestly copy and pasted it to word, saved on my hard drive, backed it up on a jump drive, drove to the bank, put the jump drive in the safe deposit box, and will leave it there until my kids turn about 12 (when they can actually state their age, and ask what it is I'm showing them), when I will pick it up, put it in an old USB drive reader and relay this cool story to them and tell them, "kids, this is what a cool story should look and sound like...not like the stories your generation tells". -The New York Times
"Ok, this is epic" -Mario (yes the actual Mario, cool right?)
"hey, sorry I saw your profile and I just thought you looked cute in your picture, I really wanted to tell you that :)) It's really rare to see girls playing video games haha! I don't know why its a guy thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwiches. We should really play l4d2 sometime its a really cool zombie game with a lot of scary moments, but don't worry ill be there to protect you ;) sorry that wasnt flirting I swear Im just trying to be friendly I really like your profile picture sorry was that too far? Really sorry i'm really shy I don't go out much haha add me on skype we should talk more you look really nice and fun." -Ben Shapiro (Stop flirting with me silly)
{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?"
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Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it.
The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse.
The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose.
The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason.
You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it.
Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it.
They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday.
They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe.
They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow.
They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne
They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently.
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Started: 10.06.15
Finished: 3.17.16