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 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.