Dear Die-Ary #4 - Action - Johnny C.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

[Today? Is a docile day for Johnny. In fact, he's even feeling a little bit sociable. Well, as sociable as Johnny can be.

Today, you might find a very gaunt, thin man on the street corners of Prospero, a load of copies of a single sheet of paper tucked under his arm as he looks around the town. Eventually, he might spot you and, standing still for a moment, call out.]

You! Hey you!

[And, before anything else can be said, he'll cross the distance and hand you this monstrosity
.]


Here. Tell me what you think of this.

Comments

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

I moved around a lot and my landlords liked me, so I guess that was pretty cushy, you're right.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

I stayed in the same spot for....

God. Three years at least. That's as far as I can remember.

I guess that's breaking the rules. I mean there's crazy and then there's batshit and everyone knows you don't hunt where you shit but fuck! I could! That's the thing! I could kill people in broad daylight in the street and no one could fucking catch me! No one could even remember what I looked like!

It was like everything else in the world was mist, and I was the one substantial element there.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

That is so weird. I would love to just be there and watch that all the time! So cool~

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

Weird? No. It's frightening.

Don't you get it? Why think anything else is real, when the only thing that displays reality is me? What if it wasn't reality, just a pantomime of what I thought it was, playing out through my mind, and I still get the shit end of the stick.



It was pretty cool though, I won't lie.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

I don't know, but really, I don't think I'd mind. There isn't much in 'reality' I like besides killing anyway.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

Consider how much I hate killing, I wish there was something I liked more than killing by this point.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

That's really sad.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

I guess it is. But really, so's existence.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

I guess it's bad that you can't die here then, huh.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

Or at home, for that matter.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

No? Dying at home brought me here.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you even really died then? How can you call it dying when you just end up still alive?

Everything I did before getting shot to try and kill myself failed. Fuck. Maybe it failed too, considering I'm here.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

I don't know, but I usually assume that when people get their heads blown off, they die.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

Yeah but here we are, standing and talking to each other.

So either A) this isn't reality but the death throws of one of our minds, B) we're in hell, or C)we didn't die. Those are the only logical things I can think of, though I guess it's debatable if B is logical.

Otherwise, how could you call the world sane if we're here talking to one another now?

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

I don't think B is it. You're supposed to not enjoy hell, I'm sure. At least that's what they say.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

One mans hell is another mans heaven.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

That doesn't make it a very useful hell.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

Okay, to be fair? Let me ask.

If you were in the traditional hell, full of fire and brimstone and all that shit, would you even care? You strike as me the guy who would love every minute of that. "Hey Mr. Demon where are you going? You're finished shoving hot coals up my ass already?"

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

I like demons~ The newspapers called me one, but I always thought a real demon would be much cooler.