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Paranoia Ch. 2: The MeetingSusie nervously sat in the staff office. She always hated this room. Nothing good ever happened in there. Normally, staff meetings were filled with reasons why she wasnt doing her job to the best of her ability and she hated that. She couldnt remember a time when a meeting ended perfectly and she had worked for this station for almost 5 years now. Susie sighed dramatically and wished that Bob was there to help her. Sure, he was dumb, well very dumb, but he always had the perfect joke to make her laugh. She needed that at the moment, but unfortunately BobParanoia Ch. 2: The Meeting
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Dear DiaryDear Diary,Dear Diary
I ate a sandwich today. I realized for the first time that one does not use a spoon to eat them. I was at the deli and I ordered my usual, a turkey breast with salmon, bacon, and teriyaki sauce, sat down and began to eat, spoon in hand. The man next to me turned and said, “You know… You don’t use a spoon to eat sandwichs…”
This blew me away. All that I had known: destroyed. My world became swirling mist of the unknown. Every fact I thought I knew suddenly came into question. The way of the universe died that day.
The man grew concerned about the glazed look I had while I was shaking uncontrol


FateA sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate
PETER. Beautiful weather today. GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name’s Peter.


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I drew a heart today, accidentally. I was trying to get my pen to work. I scribbled for a few seconds before the ink started flowing properly again. One oblong shape, then another formed and joined as I rubbed ball-point against wrinkled looseleaf. Pulling the pen away from the paper, I realized the odd shaped I absently drew looked very much like a heart.
I almost laughed it off, almost. But there was something about the pointless doodle that kept me from balling up the wasted piece of paper. In fact, I couldn't stop staring at it.
And then you vaulted over the sofa and sat beside me. I leaned

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and thanks! xD I'm too lazy to put much up at the moment but hopefully I'll get motivated.
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