This is a fairly ripping yarn about a group of pesky underdogs who find themselves at a moment of existential worry. It seems that their enimy was practicing genocide against them and so war to the death was the only option. and they undertake a mission with warrior poet presision, Like the army you always wished you had but just didn’t know the right people. Not shit. clean and smooth as silk and efforly as a breeze. Ninja motherfuckers.
Aparently this story garnered some cunt’roversy as outrage over the potential gesture of recomending violence. Had I done that?
This is the problem with modern people. We are in the midst of a serious mind game that is disallowing our heads to function normally. We are all in danger. Make a doctor’s apointment immediatly and have your blood checked for lead poisoning and other potentially life threatening effects of over-exposure to auto fumes. Or the catastrophic array of misery that comes along with such Christines. But I had written a story that implied the use of weapons. I think that they thought that this would get me on the terrorist list. Maybe it did and maybe it didn’t.
Thank you for your patience but please, do your job and diligently read every word. This is pathos. This is Heminway. This also probably Shakespear and London, had he thought about how much damage he was observing or causing himself.
Just read every word. I wanted it to be scary. But do your job. Read every word and then tell me if I got it right or not. It really is a ripping yarn.
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And in the future, call your editor before you push any buttons you might regret later on. – Ed
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