fr3kn
Year:03451 N.A. (Niveras Autoera)
I looked at the window......it was cold,probaly froze over. Confused I looked up and saw a blank sheet of paper. I turned it around and saw a code:303. An erie tingle went down my spine as I read this,and just as soon as I read the numbers my laptop fell off my desk. I must have been asleep for awhile.
As I struggle to regain my balance I glance too see what my progress on finding a new job was. I never even got off my browser. I sit down wondering how im gonna pay my rent but try to focus on finding a job. *starts typing* Ahh...here we go. I can be a...a..bus boy for the Hamptons. Let me tell you something,ok? The Hamptons are the creators. The creators who got me into this f**king mess and I will never get a life like before.
I was you can say a very loyal person to the Hamptons. The Hamptons decided too try an experiment that would alter the history of time forever. For some god-awful reason they chose me. I was there "experiment". They made me look more human than ever. I was black,dark hair,tall,skinny,very intelligent,and very good looking. Ever did I know that this would end like it did.
The people on the webpage were not the Hamptons I am talking about know,but the ones i am talking about were evil. Everyone that was ever created by them were only too induce to slavery and hell like cultures. I was there top "shelf" they liked too call us. We all had numbers and mine was.......303.
For see why im so destirbed is another reason. Oh yes it all started out great,and they let me make my own family too till the boy turned the other way. We rebled but lost misurably and were forced too give up our lives or our family. I wasn't givin' the option,and my family was disenvorerd in front of me while clamped to a wall. I could do nothing but watch and fell anger and pain rush down my check. It was almost like all my years of running in space and finnally reaching my home was takin' away. I had 2 kids,a wife,and dreams takin' away. Thats when I knew I had nothing left. As I was in first in a essembaly line, I was givin' the top self material. It would have made my day but not after what hell I had gone though. It didn't have too end like it did.Not like this.......ner again i would left this happen.
For weeks word struck out that a certain "One" was supposed to set us free but for some reason we didnt hear about him again for a good 3 years. By this time I have gotten used too the primited life they gave us and was ready too give it all up one night till I started hearing voices. Voices as "RP or BP??" For some reason I was not myself that night. Instead of ending my life I went to bed thinking i would be alright the next morning. Little did I know that waking up would change my whole life again...forever.
UMMM this is just something i just made up soo temm me if you like it k??
I looked at the window......it was cold,probaly froze over. Confused I looked up and saw a blank sheet of paper. I turned it around and saw a code:303. An erie tingle went down my spine as I read this,and just as soon as I read the numbers my laptop fell off my desk. I must have been asleep for awhile.
As I struggle to regain my balance I glance too see what my progress on finding a new job was. I never even got off my browser. I sit down wondering how im gonna pay my rent but try to focus on finding a job. *starts typing* Ahh...here we go. I can be a...a..bus boy for the Hamptons. Let me tell you something,ok? The Hamptons are the creators. The creators who got me into this f**king mess and I will never get a life like before.
I was you can say a very loyal person to the Hamptons. The Hamptons decided too try an experiment that would alter the history of time forever. For some god-awful reason they chose me. I was there "experiment". They made me look more human than ever. I was black,dark hair,tall,skinny,very intelligent,and very good looking. Ever did I know that this would end like it did.
The people on the webpage were not the Hamptons I am talking about know,but the ones i am talking about were evil. Everyone that was ever created by them were only too induce to slavery and hell like cultures. I was there top "shelf" they liked too call us. We all had numbers and mine was.......303.
For see why im so destirbed is another reason. Oh yes it all started out great,and they let me make my own family too till the boy turned the other way. We rebled but lost misurably and were forced too give up our lives or our family. I wasn't givin' the option,and my family was disenvorerd in front of me while clamped to a wall. I could do nothing but watch and fell anger and pain rush down my check. It was almost like all my years of running in space and finnally reaching my home was takin' away. I had 2 kids,a wife,and dreams takin' away. Thats when I knew I had nothing left. As I was in first in a essembaly line, I was givin' the top self material. It would have made my day but not after what hell I had gone though. It didn't have too end like it did.Not like this.......ner again i would left this happen.
For weeks word struck out that a certain "One" was supposed to set us free but for some reason we didnt hear about him again for a good 3 years. By this time I have gotten used too the primited life they gave us and was ready too give it all up one night till I started hearing voices. Voices as "RP or BP??" For some reason I was not myself that night. Instead of ending my life I went to bed thinking i would be alright the next morning. Little did I know that waking up would change my whole life again...forever.
UMMM this is just something i just made up soo temm me if you like it k??