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i had something written and then my computer fucked it up. before i had everything working again i lost my rp. it is almost 1 am dutch time and i need to get up at 6 am
i hate it that every time that i want to rp things fuck up, either by myself or fucking shit like this.
my computer is almost dead, i hope to get something new tomorrow. cuz it is getting tired
again im sorry i got nothing more than this
I have no life, everything that i try to attempt to break out of my life fails miserably. I am close to break down and cry down and none of you care…. So why don’t we just fuck this shit and let me go…. I need my life back once more.
Vince is being escorted from the hospital to the waiting car that was there to pick him up. He is wearing a long white shirt and white pants, completely dazed as he has been into surgery.
V) Finally rid of that nasty voice, I wish I had done this a long long time.
Scratches his head, he waits for someone to answer him, but it doesn’t. he sighs and tells the limo driver to drive away.
V) I wish you were here, you could have heard that I got a match, a shot to gain a championship match. Something you do not care about huh Vince?? No, you only care about hurting me. But no more, not even the fact that I am facing Joshua this week, a former champion. A man that has had his hunger, just like you having the hunger to kill me.
Once again no voice emerging from somewhere. Clearly relieved that nothing is standing in his way for a normal life.
V) I even have this done Joshua, I am the good one. But the one that wishes to fight off everyone of you, to prove a point that I can survive everything. Even my evil split personality and that means danger for you Joashua…
EV) And if I were you, Id bring hom a body bag
