>>106793849I sip a cup of Joe. I remember the dark days, of stalking Hussie, that one old fellow, through a forgotten place. It hardly seems real to me now, just a strange idea of reality.
That one Andrew Hussie, who spread ruination to so many lives. How could I have forestalled vengeance upon him? I sip. It was simple, really. In the darkness, I think, I just wanted things to fade away. Why even remember what had been, and what could be, in that fateful moment when Andrew let his webcomic enterprise tumble?
I sip. I remember occasional episodes of hypothetical violence, and I wonder if they will become real to me. Because in the growing light of eventual dawn, I will push away from this diner's seat and no longer be satisfied with things fading away. Andrew Hussie should be punished for his crimes of failing children, and generally being disagreeable in many aspects.