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Perfect world: Prologue

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>You are anonymous.
>Well....
>Not really, or not yet at least..... This is the story of how you become anonymous.
>You wake up to the familiar sound of your iphone, you where too lazy to get a proper alarm.
>It was a Friday morning.
>It’s dark...
>And raining...
>Guess that’s the advantage of living in England.
>If you where living in America or Europe right now you’d have the sun raping my eyes every morning.
>You drag yourself over to the end of your sheet less single bed
>Opening the window, inhaling the sweet scent of rain and Birmingham smog
>You need to get to work in an hour, so you drag yourself to the shower
>Grab some random cloths
>The last year you’ve given up on looking nice or making an effort
> especially after you finished your A levels with nothing more than a few pieces of paper and shit ton of disappointment
>ABC
>Not enough for either university i,d chosen
>you decided to wait
>take the retake on the C and play the waiting game
>if you pass your dreams are back on track and life is good, fail and well here I am!!
>back where you started!
>you had got a part time job to keep you going until then
>9 till five call center work, well at least there’s no manual labour
>You’re day consisted of the usual
> “did you press ctrl alt delete?” “Are you interested in our advanced package?” et fucking c
>My best friend and old classmate had invited me to some party
>Some thinly veiled attempt to cheer me up and get me a girlfriend
>You walked home and went through your usual 'back from work' routine
>Check 4chan
>/mlp/ and /k/ usually
>You where so jealous of the people on /k/
>Being in England guns are hard to come by even if I was older
>You dreamed of a large gun collection, personalized guns, a gun rack , maybe a revolving one..
> or one that came out of the wall in a secret compartment
>My computer was packed with manuals on building guns, bombs and mines
>if only you had time to actually do any of them, maybe you’re just using time as an excuse
>perhaps in reality you’re just too much of a pussy?
>Regardless it was on you’re to do list, maybe a weekend project?
>You’re parents old flat had some spare room, and it’s not like they can tell you of now can they?
>I did manage to make some “crowd dispersers” shot gun shells with marbles glued to the primer
>I had them all lined up the for last summer’s rioters but sadly I didn’t get my fun
>And last but not least /mlp/
>You aren’t exactly some hardened /co/ or /b/red ponyfag or a spaghetti spilling autist from reddit
>You where..... a nice medium
>You liked the show, knew the characters well and had watched all the episodes
> Your favourite was twilight because she seemed most like you
>Socially awkward and clever but not as ridiculously shy as flutterfag
>There wasn’t much to get excited about today
>Tripfags attention whoreing, 12 year old /b/tards trolling, and genuine show discussion thrown in
>It had reached about half eight so i decided it was about time to amble to the party, passing by Perry park on the way, stopping of at a local asda to pick up booze
>Can’t look like a mooch on my first impression can i?
>It was someone’s home, large well furbished filled with people i barely knew, my mate was hanging around with some of our old classmates around the drinks.
>The night was pretty standard, a few jokes a few shots
>overproof Jamaican rum, which can double as window cleaner.
>You’re being honest with yourself, you don’t want to go to the club you want to go home
>you hate clubs, they’re noisy, piss riddled cesspools and most importantly FULL of people getting more action than you.
>You lie to your friend saying you’ll meet him at the club
>You begin to walk home, stumbling along the way
>The alcohol is having more effect that you thought, you’re vision becomes blurry
>you feel a hot pressure against your body
>Oh fuck I’ve been drugged
>Probably some sick joke, you wouldn’t put it past people these days.
>you.....certainly............weren’t.....Date............rape....................material................................
>Your thoughts become stuttered and blurred
>Your knees buckle, you’re body goes numb as you black out, collapsing on the tree of the nearby park.

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>You are anonymous.
>Well....
>Not really, or not yet at least..... This is the story of how you become anonymous.
>You wake up to the familiar sound of your iphone, you where too lazy to get a proper alarm.
>It was a Friday morning.
>It’s dark...
>And raining...
>Guess that’s the advantage of living in England.
>If you where living in America or Europe right now you’d have the sun raping my eyes every morning.
>You drag yourself over to the end of your sheet less single bed
>Opening the window, inhaling the sweet scent of rain and Birmingham smog
>You need to get to work in an hour, so you drag yourself to the shower
>Grab some random cloths
>The last year you’ve given up on looking nice or making an effort
> especially after you finished your A levels with nothing more than a few pieces of paper and shit ton of disappointment
>ABC
>Not enough for either university i,d chosen
>you decided to wait
>take the retake on the C and play the waiting game
>if you pass your dreams are back on track and life is good, fail and well here I am!!
>back where you started!
>you had got a part time job to keep you going until then
>9 till five call center work, well at least there’s no manual labour
>You’re day consisted of the usual
> “did you press ctrl alt delete?” “Are you interested in our advanced package?” et fucking c
>My best friend and old classmate had invited me to some party
>Some thinly veiled attempt to cheer me up and get me a girlfriend
>You walked home and went through your usual 'back from work' routine
>Check 4chan
>/mlp/ and /k/ usually
>You where so jealous of the people on /k/
>Being in England guns are hard to come by even if I was older
>You dreamed of a large gun collection, personalized guns, a gun rack , maybe a revolving one..
> or one that came out of the wall in a secret compartment
>My computer was packed with manuals on building guns, bombs and mines
>if only you had time to actually do any of them, maybe you’re just using time as an excuse
>perhaps in reality you’re just too much of a pussy?
>Regardless it was on you’re to do list, maybe a weekend project?
>You’re parents old flat had some spare room, and it’s not like they can tell you of now can they?
>I did manage to make some “crowd dispersers”  shot gun shells with marbles glued to the primer
>I had them all lined up the for last summer’s rioters but sadly I didn’t get my fun
>And last but not least /mlp/
>You aren’t exactly some hardened /co/ or /b/red ponyfag or a spaghetti spilling autist from reddit
>You where..... a nice medium
>You liked the show, knew the characters well and had watched all the episodes
> Your favourite was twilight because she seemed most like you
>Socially awkward and clever but not as ridiculously shy as flutterfag
>There wasn’t much to get excited about today
>Tripfags attention whoreing, 12 year old /b/tards trolling, and genuine show discussion thrown in
>It had reached about half eight so i decided it was about time to amble to the party, passing by Perry park on the way, stopping of at a local asda to pick up booze
>Can’t look like a mooch on my first impression can i?
>It was someone’s home, large well furbished filled with people i barely knew, my mate was hanging around with some of our old classmates around the drinks.
>The night was pretty standard, a few jokes a few shots
>overproof Jamaican rum,  which can double as window cleaner.
>You’re being honest with yourself, you don’t want to go to the club you want to go home
>you hate clubs, they’re noisy, piss riddled cesspools and most importantly FULL of people getting more action than you.
>You lie to your friend saying you’ll meet him at the club
>You begin to walk home, stumbling along the way
>The alcohol is having more effect that you thought, you’re vision becomes blurry
>you feel a hot pressure against your body
>Oh fuck I’ve been drugged
>Probably some sick joke, you wouldn’t put it past people these days.
>you.....certainly............weren’t.....Date............rape....................material................................
>Your thoughts become stuttered and blurred
>Your knees buckle, you’re body goes numb as you black out, collapsing on the tree of the nearby park.

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