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Today I was hanging out on a Subway in Chicago. There was a homeless man on the Red Line, and he kept yelling stuff out like, "Hey!" and "I dare 'ya!" to no one in particular. Since I love discordant clamor, I smiled gleefully to myself, ready to spread chaos to those who are so used to harmony and tranquility. I was genuinely happy when I started to look around the train. People on their cell phones looked annoyed. People with shopping bags shifted anxiously in their seats. Mothers clutched their children closer to their chests. This was all well and fine; I was satisfied with their discomfort. However, the afternoon was not yet over.
The other passengers began to annoy me. They began casting glances at one another behind his back. Two of them actually got off the train to go into another car. That's when I decided to uncheck the rage that boils up inside me every time I enter the city and see people so content with their lives. First, I made the train begin to shake. People didn't seem perturbed, so I turned it into more of a rocking motion. I proceeded to force the train to slowly gain speed. No one noticed at first, but as it continued to gain momentum, people slowly started to freak out. I altered the tracks so that they became more like a roller coaster. People were falling out of their seats, everything they bought on Black Friday toppling out of boxes and bags and rolling just far enough to be out of reach. With them groveling thus on the floor of the subway, I began to laugh an evil laugh, one that struck fear directly into the hearts of every person there. The homeless man began to yell louder, and I reveled in the disorder I had caused.
I finally made the train reach such a speed that it de-railed. The burning frame lay scattered across two city blocks, and I quickly shrouded the entire wreck in thick, black smoke. I twisted the smoke into a twister and flung those innocent bastards to the skies. That's when I pulled out my night stick of justice. Wielding it much like a baseball bat, I proceeded to hit each and every one of them into Cellular Field (half-way across the city). I flew there so fast that I got there before them. So I pulled out my trusty trident of destruction. I lifted it to the sky and proceeded to catch each falling person on its prongs.
To finish off the day, I sent them hurtling threw the air, out of the atmosphere, through outerspace, and into the sun.
The End.
The other passengers began to annoy me. They began casting glances at one another behind his back. Two of them actually got off the train to go into another car. That's when I decided to uncheck the rage that boils up inside me every time I enter the city and see people so content with their lives. First, I made the train begin to shake. People didn't seem perturbed, so I turned it into more of a rocking motion. I proceeded to force the train to slowly gain speed. No one noticed at first, but as it continued to gain momentum, people slowly started to freak out. I altered the tracks so that they became more like a roller coaster. People were falling out of their seats, everything they bought on Black Friday toppling out of boxes and bags and rolling just far enough to be out of reach. With them groveling thus on the floor of the subway, I began to laugh an evil laugh, one that struck fear directly into the hearts of every person there. The homeless man began to yell louder, and I reveled in the disorder I had caused.
I finally made the train reach such a speed that it de-railed. The burning frame lay scattered across two city blocks, and I quickly shrouded the entire wreck in thick, black smoke. I twisted the smoke into a twister and flung those innocent bastards to the skies. That's when I pulled out my night stick of justice. Wielding it much like a baseball bat, I proceeded to hit each and every one of them into Cellular Field (half-way across the city). I flew there so fast that I got there before them. So I pulled out my trusty trident of destruction. I lifted it to the sky and proceeded to catch each falling person on its prongs.
To finish off the day, I sent them hurtling threw the air, out of the atmosphere, through outerspace, and into the sun.
The End.