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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

You shan't have the other half!

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In our small community, we were having some issues.
We live in the middle of a giant city, but we are not part of it. We didn't have to pay for power or water, we merely obtained our own. It was a fine agreement really. Our community inside the city consisted of folks who couldn't deal with the city life, yet didn't have enough money to move out. We were never bothered really, no one understood why there was a small, isolated area inside the town, and apparently none of them wanted to bother finding out. So, things went well for a few years, until one day a member of our community had the revolutionary idea of stealing the city's power.

Well, the rest of us weren't interested. However, this guy was smart, and had read numerous books considering the prospects of energy. He decided to reroute s power line so that it ran into his own home (don't ask me how he did it, I have no idea.) He started using modern technology, such as refrigerators and computers. The idea never caught on though, because as soon as the city realized we were stealing their power, they declared war an bombed our city until there was nothing left.

But there was something left (or half of something for that matter). My house, being the sturdiest and most newly built in the community, was still standing. As the demolition crews drove their trucks and equipment in, I let out a blood curdling war cry and threw myself off the second floor onto a guy standing dumbfounded at the bottom. The rest of the crew backed away immediately, but after a few moments hurled themselves at me, trying their hardest to bring me down. I fought them off groups at a time, swinging, thrashing, yelling and occasionally biting to get them off of me. But there were too many.

Now as I lay here in my final moments, I happened to find a convenient pen and paper lying next to my defeated body. I had to write about the events that took place here. This is our story, may you never forget. Farewell...

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