T H E Y . P O S T
"HEY HEY HEY!" the blubbering pile of excrement blurbs.
"YOU HIT A BUTTAN AND SUMTIN AWSXHUM HAPPENS!!1" replies a second one.
Three such creatures are sitting around the table in front of me, drooling filthy viscous fluids as they exchange sounds of farts, blurbs and whiny screeches that tear my eardrums.
By listening carefully, I am able to make sense of their "conversation". This allows me to stay under their radar, beneath their notice. As long as they focus on each other, I am able to make my existence bearable.
Once again, I hope to be ignored. By those so called "friends" of mine.
A part of me wants to deny the absurd dancing circus of faecal matter in front of me.
Every day I wake up wishing that this all would've been just a bad dream.
Yet every morning I wake to a world that is... full of shit.
And I have to live in it. Blending in, acting like one of the turds. Just like I've done for the past six months, I will continue to fake participation in this absurd façade.
"HURR BLOOPETY BLOOPETY BLOOP!" babbles the turd next to me.
Having lost my concentration, I'm unable to make sense of what it said, but judging from the shape and the colouration, it must be Martin. My best friend.
Me and Martin have know each other since we were children. We used to spend our days together, playing games and sharing experiences.
Those days were the highlight of my youth. But no longer.
How many nights have I spent crying in loneliness, lamenting the friendship that no longer exists?
I took me three months to cry my tears dry and now there is only loathing left inside me. Surrounded by the walking excreta that I can only assume to have been my friends in the past, I spend each day trying to act like I always have.
If I fail this role-play, I'll probably be sent back to the hospital. But this time I'll be locked away forever.
No matter what, I must not let that come be.
"HEY HEY HEY!" farts the blob nearest to me, sending a warm breeze of shit-smell up my nostrils.
"HEY GAEMZING WUNT MAKE UR BADWORSE, RITE?" the turd continues, pulsating happily.
"Uh... I'm not sure. I'll ask my doctor when I have my next physical check-up. The physical strain shouldn't be... too much for me" I reply, gritting my teeth.
"GOODZ! I WUD LIEK TO GAEM W U AGEEN! I GOTZ NEW GAEMZ UR LUB FOSHOO!" the turd that one was "Martin" blurts
I'm on the verge of losing it. I am barely able to suppress the desire to grab the closest solid object - be it chair, table or anything - and use it to smash this filthy blob of shit 'till it stops.
I'm getting too close. Any longer and I'll flip out. And be exposed. I can't let that happen.
"Yeah, like I said I... I've got my physical examination today. I'll ask them. But I have to go now..." I reply, trying to avoid looking at the pile of goo forming on the floor under the turd.
I try my best at faking a smile, unsure about how well it'll work. I pull out my wallet and blindly pull out the first bill that comes to my hand, placing it on the table without looking at it. And without looking at my hand, which I am sure is now covered in disgusting filth.
Waving at my "friends", I hastily make it for the door.
~
The room is filled with awkward silence ever since one of them left.
"Guys, don't you think he has been a bit..." starts the man.
"Give him a break, he's been through a lot" his friend cuts in.
The girl is quiet. No-one makes notice, though they all know. She used to have a crush on the the boy, back when he was just a bit shy instead of the current dark brooding weirdo he is.
"I know, I know..." the man answers, shaking his head.
"Just give him some more time" the friend continues in a hopeful tone.
"Yeah, but the games he likes those days? I mean, Chaos Chronicles was finally released, yet he--" the man blurts out.
The girl lifts her head.
~
The walls of his room are covered in beautiful colours. The calm, warming colours give him relief from the madness of the world outside. Fresh smells rejuvenate his weary spirit.
Every day since the accident, he'd been edging closer to insanity. The realization of the true state of the world - the way that the scales were lifted from his eyes - none of it came easy.
Truly seeing the world for the first time, in all of it's grossness - it'd almost been enough to drive him into suicide.
Those days and nights in the hospital. His own hands and clothes stained in shit, the horrible sounds surrounding him. The slow creeping realization that he was never going to 'get better'.
That in fact it was the world itself that was sick.
A lesser man would've given up.
Was it chance that brought him his salvation on that fateful day?
He was tired. Truly worn down in a way that he'd never experienced. Having been released from the hospital, he was drudging his way back home from another "health check-up" administered by a pulsating pile of body waste. His tears had long since dried up, and so had his will to live.
Maybe today would be the day he'd end it all, he pondered as he walked on the seedy side streets of his home town.
Deep in his dark thoughts, he was shaken awake by a sudden realization.
For the past months, he'd willed himself into not paying attention of the horrible smell of shit and farts that constantly surrounded him.
He'd practically given up his sense of smell.
But now his nose was twitching. He'd almost forgotten that there could be sensations that wouldn't make him retch.
Some sort of flowery fragrance was floating from his side.
He instantly followed it, his heart beating faster than ever before. Down into a small space between two buildings.
And there he found it.
A small bundle of silky material. It felt warm and pleasant in his hands as he reached for it. It was clearly the source of the pleasant fragrance.
In the middle of the bundle lay a single DVD.
Embracing the bundle, he'd ran home. Feeling something warm creeping into his heart. It was hope, he came to realize later.
He booted up his machine again. After he'd used the bundle he found to clean it up, it no longer seemed disgusting to his eyes. He'd used the same bundle on every surface of his room, making it into his own safe haven.
He had excluded the clothes he used when outside of the house, afraid that the others would discover his new found relief.
At home he wore no clothes. Only the bundle, softly pressed against his skin. The cooling calmness emanating from it helped him loosen up.
His machine had started. He pressed the icon on the desktop, starting up his game. His personal piece of heaven.
The DVD he'd found abandoned on the streets had contained the most advanced military shooter in existence. It simply was perfect in every possible fashion. Perfect simulation, weather it was ballistics or weather. No streamlining, no simplification - no compromise.
"I must tell them again" the man mutters, closing the game.
He loads up web browser and logs on to RPG Codex.
Those forums are filled with ignorant "popamole fags" as he calls them, yet he feels compelled to tell them the truth. Maybe he can save them, at least the select few?
For now, they resist. Just like he resisted when the change came. But they'll come to understand.
Someone just needs to show them.
Lifting the bundle up to his head, he softly presses his lips upon the bundle.
"Give me strength to be the skyway they need" he whispers.
~
Inside the bar, the conversation has gotten heated.
The two men continued arguing, one of them trying to make everyone voice out what they all know. That their friend had changed.
The other tries defending him, and most of all, tries to defend his childhood memories by doing so.
All the while the girl sits quietly.
"What about that... game he keeps ranting about, that god damn Call of Duty on rails? Seriously, I've tried and tried but that is by far the worst thing I've ever installed on my computer! I even got a dozen of viruses from it! It must be some kind of a joke someone made" shouts the man, shaking his fist.
"Hey, everyone's tastes change. And he did like KOTOR enough to play it through seven times" the friend retorts.
"Well at least KOTOR's story wasn't stolen from gay pornography!"
"Hey..." the girl says in a small voice.
The sudden response from her makes the two others stop their argument instantly. They turn to look at her.
"That... that stuff on his mouth" she starts
"The brown stuff... I don't think it was chocolate after all"
