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Post by Lord Greevon on Dec 15, 2009 21:08:46 GMT -5
"I have an important job...you wouldn't know. Nobody does." - The Unnoticed ----------------
The days seem to blur from one to the next. If it weren't for the tell-tale indications of time moving forward, I would live out the rest of my life in the blink of an eye. You know the saying, "Time flies when your having fun." Well, it works for crushing repetition as well. Everybody has the same basic schedule: Get up Go to work Go home Sleep That's it. The basic schedule for over half the people in America, Europe, Canada, wherever you live. But you don't see every person going insane from such repetition. That's because they have little things- little variations on that schedule- that keep them content and thus prevent insanity. Maybe you have a date after work, maybe you ran a little late stopping at the coffee shop, maybe you went out with your friends. These things won't matter in the long run but they make you happy. Me... I don't have these things. I desperately want them. To be a normal person. To have friends. To feel congratualtions from a fellow being. To have an akward moment. Anything but this damnable repeating of days. I think to myself "I want to wake up from this nightmare." but then I realise...I am awake. I have been awake for as long as there has been anything to be awake to.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Dec 20, 2009 22:00:57 GMT -5
Tired...so very tired. I have to finish up these last rounds. Just these last few city blocks and then i'm done fore the day. I can go home and sleep. Then what? Start this all over again? Yes...start this all over again. A man saw me today. He saw me at the streetlamp on the corner with the cafe. He must have been suspicious of what I was doing. He just stared at me for what seemed like hours. I wanted to talk to him but that might give me away. I can never let anybody know that the end nears us every day. I don't have to talk about it though. I can simply bluff my way through a conversation. I can say that i'm...what do people do for jobs these days anyway? I don't know... a tailor? I know they had many tailors back in the 1860's. But maybe they replaced them with someone else by now? Things with these mortals change so quickly. I can't keep up. It seems just the other day I had to change my place of residence from under the bridge to an apartment because it was being torn down. That bridge was new. It was built...no, it wasn't new. Not to them anyway.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Dec 20, 2009 22:13:05 GMT -5
The man again. I saw him again today. He looked at me just like he did yesterday. I tried to talk to him but he looked scared. I suppose I must look more beast than man, crouching down low to the street and uttering odd words. He ran from me... He just ran away when I got up and moved towards him. Have I really been neglecting my appearance this much? Doesn't matter...I'm done with this town. Move on to the next tomorrow.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Dec 20, 2009 22:32:20 GMT -5
I have never seen this city before. Heard of it...many people talk of it and aspire to live here to write literature. The first time I saw the area it was built in, it was nothing more than a dutch sttlement. I didn't get much involved in it's affairs but after one hundred years or so those men in red seemed rather angry. I remember a man named Howe. He seemed very distressed about something, following a man, George, I think it was. I told him to take it easy and wait before persuing large obstacles or you might get yourself into trouble. He seemed to listen to me.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Dec 20, 2009 22:47:42 GMT -5
I move around a lot. Every hundred years or so, it's a new city. I learn a lot about it in the time i'm there but I can never really grasp just what the society functions on. Yes, I can see the cornerside theater and I can see all those cars lined up to get inside. I can recall every single license plate of those cars and know where the owners of those cars work and where they live but I don't really understand their worries. Sometimes, I will pick up a newspaper and look at it to see what their especially lucky selves are complaining about and I don't really understand it. Exactly eight years ago from yesterday, something awful happened. Two buildings were struck by aircraft that were piloted by radical foreigners. Awful, all those lives were lost but there were other issues that arrose. It were those other issues I don't understand. I suppose to truly understand a society you must be a part of one. You cannot just observe and memorize trivial information. You have to be caught in their day to day lives and experience what they experience to fully understand them.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Dec 20, 2009 23:03:04 GMT -5
I have always held this world. These people all depend on me and they can't see it. I suppose it's only fair. I don't understand them and they don't understand me. Always has been this way and always will be until... I really would rather not think about it. My job in very unique. It is very unique in that I can get up from my nightly slumber and work from dawn until dusk and hate every moment of this drudgery, every moment of this repetition, even though I have the option to cast it away and live, even for a short while, among other people and live like them. But I do not...because these people need me. They have always needed me. These tasks wear me down day after day until my boss finally signs the order to end it all. There...I just thought about it...I should remember to avoid this train of though from now on.
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