I wish to write about my friend Jack. We were best of buddies, we grew up together and played hockey together as kids. I say "we were" because Jack is dead now. He blew his head off with a shotgun after what happened to him. This is his story.
Jack was a chubby kid. He tried to shed those pounds, but people still teased him relentlessly, which depressed him, so he ate, and the effect of his exercising was loss. One day he was out for a walk. He was walking along the streen listening to music, sweating away the pounds. It began overcast, and the clouds became omnimus. Anyway a man in a van pulled up and offered Jack a ride as it began to rain and Jack got in, thanking the man for his kindness. The man said his name was Player0. And asked where Jack lived, then Jack told Player0 his address, and the man said he knew how to get there.
As they drove, Jack relized they weren't heading towards Jacks house, infact they were going away from it. Jack said, "Are you sure you know where my house is?" Player0 said, "Shut up kid," as he grabbed a R22 Compressor and swung it towards Jacks head, then everything went black for Jack.
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When Jack woke up, he was in a basement. He could tell from the musky smell and the brick walls. He tried to move but his hands behind his back were bound by some sort of rope, affixed to what felt like a cold water pipe.
Player0 emerged from the beaded doorway, and said, "Lets have some fun now."
Jack never elaborated on what Player0 did to him that night, but said that he was zapped with a powersupply, burned with a Prescott, nipple peirced with a DMM, and violated with a dongle or some sort.
That night while Player0 played Quake 2, Jack ate threw his arm, freeing himself and he walk to the nearest Seven 11 and called a cab, as he didn't want to walk after eating so much.
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Later Jack told me this story, while I visited him in the hospital (being treated for eating his arm off). When he was released he killed himself.
I miss Jack very much, he was such a nice kid. All the elderly people in his neighbohood miss him as well as he did yard work for them and opened jars for them, and the orphans miss him as well because he gave them the money he earned for the yard work (he opened jars for a taste). It is a sad day for society, when Jack toed a shotgun.
