The Adventurous Adventures of J

“Welcome to Haven traveller” “Welcome to Haven traveller”

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“No, it was a great plan- truly”

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I feel like I’m dying, rotting from the inside. Day after day, blending into a seemingly endless pool of monotony. I have power and nothing to use it on, and as such I sit powerless on a hollow throne.

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An alley that could be any alley. Dusk. Two men find themselves standing face to face, one has power, one does not. One has a knife, the other doesn’t. Knife-man...

“Knife-man?”

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“Can we please pay attention to the current situation?” the Alien alternated between sympathy and biting rage, clearly J had been being difficult.

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Jason had never been a good man, statistically speaking he’d never had a chance. Born in to a family of bad men, he had grown up viewing bad as just a means of survival. Born in to a community of bad men and fading women he had grown up viewing bad as essential to survival.

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Jason was beginning to believe that he may just be unlucky after all. He’d breached the walls, avoided getting shot, taken a knife in to the 54th National Bank and hit the floor within two minutes and forty seconds of his arrival as soon as the first siren was heard. Despite briefly considering a short speech about predetermination and the inherent flaws in sector segregation, he finally decided to just swear with abandon and insult the Judge’s mother.

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The righteous crusade was looking like it may fail before is truly began. Virii poured across the horizon, flowing over the piles of rubble with practiced agility. The air filled itself with inhuman shrieks and the prisoners closed in upon themselves in a subconscious attempt to use their comrades as shields so as to extend their worthless lives for a few more worthless seconds.

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Despite what is widely believed, the rebellion of morals was not based, or even centred upon, the public execution of Johnson Green Minister for Public Affairs. Infact the rebellion was centred upon information reveled by J, Pillar of Destruction, in a work entitled “Path to Eternity: A practical guide” named such to mock the travel guides of J’s youth.

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It always happens gradually, that’s the only way things can get by. If you notice a descent you can fight against it- eat fewer donuts, don’t kill, start voting conservative- but gradual change gets you nothing but fat, friendless and unemployed.

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For once in my life I woke up with certainty in my life. For the first time since my father turned out to be the prince of darkness, I could finally predict my fate. A monster is slain, a fallen hero is cast out into the shadows, murderers are punished not only for their crimes against society but also for the primal sins of pride, greed and rage.

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Before J was J he was Johna Kirby Smith, named months before his birth by his parents Irina Smith and Micheal Smith. The name chosen in recognition of a late uncle who conveniently granted them a substantial loan close to his death. Lack of documentation meant that the burden of repayment would likely never befall the couple.

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Before J was J, he lived his life in peace and happiness. He had friends who weren’t close enough to worry him, he had a remother who loved him and who he loved, and he was accumulating knowledge at a rate that could be described as reasonably proficient- if people rated accumulation of knowledge rather than the demonstration of knowledge.

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As the end of nonspecialised education was nearing it’s close, and the quick transition from a girl liking you from being ikky, to embarrassing, to required occurred for the boys. Steven, MIcheal and J each obtained a girl that provided them unique opportunities for growth, regression or both.

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Around this time, the leg and the breakup, the brothers lost their remother, as they had their original parents, without rythme, reason or warning. While driving towards the supermarket to pick up milk Sarah swerved to avoid the car of an old person who had fallen asleep at the wheel. Awkwardly hitting the median strip burst the fuel tank, which proceeded to ignite when her car collided with another heading in the opposite direction. The entire incident was impressingly expensive.

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“Nice gun- will to live or just compensating for something?”

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*Car 34 there’s a 238 reported heading South down 2nd away from the barrier*

“34 acknowledged heading asap”

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Most of you didn’t know a fucking thing about my father. You fucks with your fucking toe in the water, waiting for the fucking ball to drop. Parasites, fucking pigs the lot of you. Well I can tell you wanking bitch-whores that you wont be getting a wiff, a nibble, a single motherraping bite. So fuck off, the lot of you, fuck the shit off. You want evil, you want to see what true evil is? I’ll skullfuck your pissant eyesockets, you dopey shitting assraping cumg-uzzling fucks.

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Forty eight. 499 days of running, of seeing the world pass by through windows. Constant momentum to avoid death. The presence at my back in unrelenting, yet it is entirely possible that my pursuer has long since given up the hunt.

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Honour, strength of will, and courage. I am the personal embodiment of these things. Propped up by shadowmen who find it convenient to have an previously unsullied symbol that can be used to get messages across to a population laced with bitterness and mistrust for anyone and everyone. I get parades and speeches from people who themselves get parades and speeches.

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