CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He locked the doors. It wouldn't matter. The ink-eyes would get in somehow. He'd seen footage of them on tv, breaking into houses. Doing whatever it took. It wouldn't be long now. He felt strangely calm as he sat down at his computer. He went to his favourite message board. Some of the people there had already disappeared. They'd been turned, he knew. The ink-eyed were spreading all over the world now. There weren't any new posts since he'd last visted. He wasn't expecting there to be. The world was ending. No one had time for message boards. No one but him.
He posted a new thread.
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well
so it is
we're all goign to die
or turn into zombies
aren't we already zombies
isn't this what we deserve/
we don't do anything good
we ust live
breathe
eat
wank
kill things
we just shout at each other
we don't understand
all we do is be human
we havne't tried to change
ever
we won't even try
we could reorder society
or something
cure death
cure all diseases
but no
we go on
living these stupid short lives
living and dying
and now zombies are coming to convert us
and we act surprised
like we deserve better
like if we keep on doing what we do it'll last forever
a hundred and fifteen years ago the human race was almost wiped out
by the squidinator
or whatever
we came back from it
but we didn't get better
we're just as open to death
look at the dinosaurs
LOOK AT THE FUCKING DINOSAURS
why are we better
because we can post on fucking message boards
i've done nothing with my life
nothing
i haven't made the world a better place
okay i try to write my thoughts on this stinking message board
that's more than some people do
but relaly
if i die in a few minutes
which i will
will it fucking matter
no
it won't
and none of you are even reading this
becuase you have eyes of ink
or you're dead
oryou're cuddling your loved ones
or you're praying
there is no god
there was a squidgod
but he just wanted to fucking kill us
i bet he's doing this
the ink-eyes
it's him
he's our master now
we're just...nothings
hahhahaha
)))gfdh
h
ah
h
a
hfhfjuiifsigi
DEAHT DHeat
hurry up and kill me
it's boring waiting
should i write a story to pass the time?
no
no stories
all stories are over
life is over
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Just after he submitted the thread he heard banging on his door. The ink-eyed could smell him. They knew where there was life. He got up and went to the door. He opened it. He just smiled as the ink-eyed pounced on him. It didn't hurt. He felt nothing now. He felt the ink rise into his brain. It deleted everything he had been. That hadn't been very much anyway.
He was better off serving the Master.
He posted a new thread.
_______________________________________
well
so it is
we're all goign to die
or turn into zombies
aren't we already zombies
isn't this what we deserve/
we don't do anything good
we ust live
breathe
eat
wank
kill things
we just shout at each other
we don't understand
all we do is be human
we havne't tried to change
ever
we won't even try
we could reorder society
or something
cure death
cure all diseases
but no
we go on
living these stupid short lives
living and dying
and now zombies are coming to convert us
and we act surprised
like we deserve better
like if we keep on doing what we do it'll last forever
a hundred and fifteen years ago the human race was almost wiped out
by the squidinator
or whatever
we came back from it
but we didn't get better
we're just as open to death
look at the dinosaurs
LOOK AT THE FUCKING DINOSAURS
why are we better
because we can post on fucking message boards
i've done nothing with my life
nothing
i haven't made the world a better place
okay i try to write my thoughts on this stinking message board
that's more than some people do
but relaly
if i die in a few minutes
which i will
will it fucking matter
no
it won't
and none of you are even reading this
becuase you have eyes of ink
or you're dead
oryou're cuddling your loved ones
or you're praying
there is no god
there was a squidgod
but he just wanted to fucking kill us
i bet he's doing this
the ink-eyes
it's him
he's our master now
we're just...nothings
hahhahaha
)))gfdh
h
ah
h
a
hfhfjuiifsigi
DEAHT DHeat
hurry up and kill me
it's boring waiting
should i write a story to pass the time?
no
no stories
all stories are over
life is over
______________
Just after he submitted the thread he heard banging on his door. The ink-eyed could smell him. They knew where there was life. He got up and went to the door. He opened it. He just smiled as the ink-eyed pounced on him. It didn't hurt. He felt nothing now. He felt the ink rise into his brain. It deleted everything he had been. That hadn't been very much anyway.
He was better off serving the Master.