Dear "Death Note" Book which will hold my scared out ass thoughts of pain and agony.
Tonight is the Unreal Tournament Tournament, I spent my whole social life with my team to train and there is only 10 teams we have to compete against, during training my girl friend left me, my friends don't know me, my new best friend is Ralvioleo, the magical dancing monkey that fills my loneliness and sexual pleasures. I haven't bathed in a week and my ass is starting to smell a lot life French people. My team and me discuss pointless and broken tactics via Mirc. During the first battle I hide in the water, which gave me the title for this round "You son of a bitch, why are you hiding you the water you scared little loser with no weapons." I felt very special. My team one for our captain Bill Gates infected the enemies' computers with a belated Y2k bug that destroyed their houses and they burnt in hell. The second battle took place on a train, I like trains cause a train once ran over my gay friend who was hitting on me and no one knows but me how he died so I went all berserk in this stage and killed my own team so many times that they just started killing me, my team is so great that they took the time to find out that I was a bastard. Since I live on a crack farm, I could sell crack because I live also in Florida, lots of old people like crack and why the hell I'm a talking about this? This is the last round, my ass is making a crater in my seat. I missed 1 week of school. We are in a stage where I specialize at, invading base stage because I found a good place where I can look like I'm doing something important but I'm not because what I am real doing is sniping. All my team got fraged and I'm the only one left, one on one with their team captain, suddenly I got a MSG. On icq, it sayed bitch, it took so long for it to load up that I didn't know that I was dead, the team one I little piece of plastic and all we got is a huge tattoo on our asses that says "LOSER" which we must bare all of our lives.
The End
Now a Message from Magus i don't get all my ideals from sniffing and smoking varies things, sometimes i rub my lucky hamster and ram my head into to trees until Roise O'Donald looks hot and that is hard work.