can not sleep <<< i became acrazy kid

my hairy blingin' pope ass it is. :monster:
 
i was sitting there thinking what

should i do? sould i go to him and talk,

or should i call the police. i didn't know

what to do. i just sat there and looked

at him and asking myself some

questions. while i was sitting he came

to me and said.

????? : can i help you?

me : sorry, are you talking to me?

????? : yes i was, i asked if there is something i can do to you.

me : no thak you i was just thinking about my friend.

????? : tell me about him.

me : my friend name is jim and he is from russia and its been a long time since i talked to him and i am worried about him.

????? : do you believe in him?

me : yes i do.

????? : then you don't need to worry my friend he is fine.

me : how can you know?

????? : just know.

he smiled to m and left

me hay, what is your name?

trust : my name is trust
 
no. :elmo:
 
Have you ever played a game of solo Russian Roulette? The idea may sound idiotic at first, but there's benefit if you're not exactly lookin' to win.

A bullet to the head. The fast way out. They say that a bullet straight to the head shouldn't hurt at all. A painless death, or so they say... It's not as if there's anyone left to tell the tale. Frankly, I don't give a damn if it's painless or not.

I load a single bullet into the chamber of my magnum revolver, spin it, and lock it in place. The muzzle goes got my head, the gun is cocked, and my finger pulls the trigger.

CLICK!

Nothing. I guess I lucked out, though it's not surprising. This gun being a six-shooter, I have a one out of six chance of blowing my brains out. No problem, though. All I have to do is keep going; keep pulling the trigger. It may take a while, but again no problem. I've got all the time in the world.

The steps are easy:
-Put the muzzle to your head.
-Cock the gun.
-Pull the trigger.
-Repeat.

A four step method for killing your self with guaranteed results.

CLICK!

Again, no bullet.

Some who know me would say that this way of death that I chose is pretty ironic. The isn't the first time I've played Russian Roulette, you know. Of course, I wasn't playing alone those times. And needless to say, I won each and every time.

Poor bastards. Their only fault was thinking that Russian Roulette was just a game was just a high stakes game of luck. If you don't pay enough attention, you'll lose your life, among other things. Some would call it cheating, but I'd call it not losing.

I wouldn't have imagined putting the gun to my own head with the purpose of losing.

CLICK!

Empty.

I guess you could say that my whole life was just a big game of Russian Roulette. I've made many life or death gambles; cocking the gun and pulling the trigger repeatedly. I guess my luck just ran out today.

CLICK!

The process it taking a little longer than I thought it would. I repeat the algorithm, regardless.

CLICK!

For those of you who lost count or just didn't give enough of a damn to pay attention, that "CLICK" signified the fifth shot. This gun is a six shooter loaded with one bullet. Five of those six shots have already been fired. Are you keeping up with me? That could mean one of two things: Either the bullet I loaded was a dud and I've already fired that shot or the bullet is waiting for me in this last shot.

Either way, this will all come to an end in the next shot. I repeat my steps for the last time.

Muzzle to head.

Gun cocked.

Trigger pull--

"Wait!"

I hear an unfamiliar yet pleading voice from nearby, and my finger stops moving. That's when I realize that one of the maids working for the hotel I'm staying at is standing in the doorway to my room. She must be here to change the bed sheets, or something.

"Stop! Don't do it!" she orders.

"Why?" I ask in my dead-pan voice. "You're not going to tell me that I've got a lot to live for, or some crap like that are you?"

"No! Who the hell do you think is going to have to clean this room up after you make a bloody mess out of it?! Picking up little chunks of brain and skull were not apart of the job description." She answers firmly as she comes into my room, scoots me off of the bed and begins to hurriedly change the sheets.

I do nothing but stand out of her way and watch her work. I think her hands are trembling. I'm still holding the cocked gun in my hand.

When she's done, she takes the dirty sheets and leaves one final warning before leaving the room. "This room better be clean when I get back or there'll be hell to pay!" Leaving her threat behind, she closes the door.

I'm sorry Miss Maid, but that's something I can't guarantee. I sit back on the bed and put the gun to my head once more....



CLICK!

God must either love me or hate me....
 
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nice story there

i liked it



It's been a long time since I've met him while. allen was looking at the picture of him and his childhood friend gackt. While he was remembering the happy days the pilot called that they arrived to Japan and the plane is​
about to land. after he left the airport he took my phone cell and contact gackt.

Gackt: hello​

allen: hi gackt this is allen it's been a long time​

Gackt: oh allen how are you?​

allen: I am fine how are you man​

Gackt: I am fine​

allen: hay are you in Japan​

Gackt: yes I am. What about you?​

allen : I've just arrived to Japan I am at the airport now so since I am here I thought I pay a visit to my best friend when I am saying my best friend I mean you​

Gackt: really I will be there in ten min ok

allen: I will be waiting for you like always

After ten min​

Gackt arrived to the airport to meet me​

Gackt: am I late

sllen: hay gackt wow you haven't changed a bit

Gackt: yes unlike you it seems that you haven't aged well

Come on get in​

allen gets in the car and thay went to his castle​

allen: nice castle you have

Gackt: thank you

allen: oh yes I have something I want to show you gackt: what is it?

allen: here you go

Gackt took the paper and open it and looked at the drawing and said

Gackt: wow what a great drawing did you drew that?

allen: no I didn't draw it

Gackt: then who did?

alllen: my friend shadow-chan draw it . she is a big fan of you

Gackt: well tell her that I gackt love it and tell her to keep going

allen: I well tell her that

Gackt; I can keep that you don't need it right?

allen; yeah you can keep it

The car stopped in front of gackt's castle as thay were walking to enter the castle he was feeling like he is in a dream. There were a lot of flower from all kind and color and there were a small river. at that time his eyes opened wide. After thay entered the castle gackt told one of his servants to take allen to his room and take care of him.

The servant: this way my lord

allen: please call me allen what is your name?​

The servant: ok come with me allen I will show you your room and my name is lavi​

allen; ok let's go​

allen followed the servant to his room when thay arrived to allen's room he opened the door and a bright light was preventing his eyes To see the room.

allen: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh I cannot believe my eyes lavi can you do me a favor​

Lavi: what do you want me to do?

allen: I want to hit me​

Lavi: no I cannot do that the I will pay the price of hitting my master's friend​

allen: just do it

Lavi: here goes

lavi punched me in the face

allen got crazy and yelled​

allen: I am not dreaming

Hay what is that noise people are trying to think here gackt yelled from his room

Lavi and allen: we are sorry we will keep it down


Gackt called his personal servant and gave him a paper and told him to cover this paper with plastic. The servant ran as fast as he could and after 15 min he returned and gave it to gackt.​

Then allen entered his room it was very big. there was a bed which two people can sleep in and a bathroom, there was a VCR And a Sony Bravia 1080P LCD TV.

allen was tired so he slept after seven hours. allen woke up and then he went to gackt's room. when he entered his room he found that he covered the drawing that shadow-Chan drew and put it in front of his bed.​

Gackt shocked: it is something special that is why I covered it with plastic and I hanged it in front of my bed​

Because every time I face a problem I set in my bed and think of a way to solve it so this picture may help me.

allen: I understand​

Gackt: why are you here anyway?​

allen: I was thinking of going to buy sushi so I thought I'd ask you if you want some?

Gackt: yes bring me some

allen: ok

allen went to the restaurant with lavi and bought sushi

When thay returned thay found gackt's personal servant he was waiting for them

Gackt's personal servant: come with me to the dining room​


There he was sitting in his chare like a happy king who all the people loved waiting for me his childhood friend. thay all sat and began to eat in that room all what you see is happy faces people with big smile in their face​
A room which was full with love and happiness
After they finished eating

Gackt and allen began to hang around thay played billiard gackt won 300 time and allen won just one time.​

allen even entered a singing contest which he won by singing two songs

he sang​

Mind Forest and INNOCENT SORROW

After the contest ended gackt stood up and head toward the stage and took the microphone and sang "No Ni Saku Hana no Yo Ni"

Then thay went outside and had a walk in the city while thay were walking a man who hate gackt take out his pistol and pointed at Gackt that guy tried to kill him

allen saw that man and ran toward him trying to stop him but he was late he fired the gun before allen reached so he jumped at gackt and get shoot the criminal escaped and allen's injury was bad the bullet hit him in the back and Reached his heart so gackt hold him and began to cry it was the first time he saw him cry allen smiled to him and died
 
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