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My name is Dennis fridrihsbergs. eeerrr... about me I am 6 foot dead on, I have dark hair thats medium length and I am skinny as heck, like 8 stone-ish. I am a God or deserve to be though most of those, huh, &quoteople" would merely call me human. You know me as Pixie as do those people at school. Though I can't decide whether I love it or hate it. Sometimes it signifies everything I hate about myself, the shyness, the stature that I was bullied and excluded for. Bow though, thanks to you wonderful people, it could be who I want to be in life, near the top, many friendsand the ability to speak up. But instead I have picked this path, the villain if you read comic books. The deformed megalomaniac from James Bond though of course I am brilliantly handsome and handsomely brilliant.
I look around my school and hate everything I see. The stupid fools giggling about what that boy said at the party. The chavs strutting around conforming to whatever football club won that week and listening to their soulless music the beat destroying their ears and ruining my brain like poison. The popular people like plastic figurines or Barbie and Ken dolls they look like they could melt under a warm summer sun. All the groups and cliques exist and then there is me; nothing, invisible. A story within a story that's what this needs. After about a year of sitting next to this girl in English the teacher decided to change the seating plan. "Dennis sit over there", and what did the girl say?
"Who's Dennis?" The mind boggles; how can you sit next to someone day in day out and not at least now their name. Every lesson we have a register "Dennis!"
"Yes Miss" Would that response not indicate that I am Dennis. Apparently not. Oh well at least it goves me a good reason to loath here even more. She's not special though, it's all of them. Each detestable in their own way beacsue it's their fault not mine, they brought this upon themselves. Ignoring me, hurting me, neglecting my power. The power I should have. That I will one day have over all of them; to crush them and remember the name Dennis Fridrihsbergs. Engrained on their mind. I didn;t win them over through "normal" methods, friendship and the like, so now I will get their attention through fear and terror.
The plan is to destroy them completely all of them in as swift an action as possible. I haven't settled on what that is yet but someday as soon as possible they will beg me for life and tremble in fear. To look eye to eye with them and see the tears of anguish drip down their cheeks will be so much fun. "He had made himself their master and thought it good" a beautiful quote and just what I shall do.
Weeks, months if devoted labour planning this... this release for me. I was tempted to go in all guns blazing face to face so they could see what they have done why they deserve this. But I thought of something that is much more fun. It is amazing the power of explosion you can make from reasonably simple things. I remember one of the failed London bombings used Ciabbati flour. So for the scheme, my piece de resistance; I have rigged the main hall with bombs all set up to be triggered by a mobile phone. I wait till everyone is inside and then phone them up to say goodbye.
It is such a release to be evil. No rules except your own. and the persepective of so much in life changes. I watched the Dark Knight and studied the Joker, he was brilliant and so right. To watch the world burn for no reason, just for fun is brilliant. those people that I know; that don't know me are al I know. Is it fair they represent the human race and planet Earth? Does it matter? Everything looks so fragile at times and I feel like a kid with a hammer staring at the broken pain of glass that is the world. We are all born and then we die. A to B. So does the inbetween journey really matter? Why can't I speed up the miserable life span of all those horrible, vile people. They follow the herd, does a cow really know when it is being sent to the abattoir. God knows why I am thinking about this there is nothing to rationalise and right now certainly no thought is needed.
Everything is set, the charges are in place and everyone os in the hall. Ha it is working so well just to look at their faces, for once almost innocent looking, but then they just change to that blank look each of them have. Almost like an hypnotic gaze. It feels like I should shout out "you're all gonna die" and they wouldn't hear. Anyway I have left, departed that hell for the last time. Here goes... I set the number as somthing simple and nothing can go wrong now, this isn't a TV show or movie there is no hero or a doctor to soothe the wounds.
It's done (I don't want to go into too much detail of it, that experience is all mine) but it was good better than I ever expected and no one survived. It has been a few months since it happened and no one has come to my door. There are no suspects and I'm free I can be whoever I want to be and I'm goind right to the top. The power of taking a few hundred lives was great now I want millions. And to manage it I shall be their master first and they shall worship me as they should have done all along.
And here I am Lord and Master of the world. It was easy to take over, embarasingly easy for you. And now the people just sit at home placid awaiting my orders. Stalin said something about he prefers to rule threw fear since it is harer to change. I have found something much better. Ultimate control, no fear at all, no pain or coercion just control over their poor little minds. At a flick of the switch I could kill everyone, flick another and they would all kill each other. But what I get to do is much more fun. I am the perfect leader, their God, they have no worries they have nothing I took it all but they don't care they sit and await orders. There are no services, the policemen has gone but there is no crime, no fires for the fireman and their is no one for the doctor to save.
Once you understand it the humand mind is very simple and the very simple are always easy to control. I won an election, and then another I collected power slowly at first but then it was oh so easy. And for once in my life no one had to die; no one had to but I got bored once or twice. Now I could walk into someones house and watch a husband and wife bow to me, shoot the husband and the wife wouldn't bat an eyelid, she would ust be grateful for my esteemed prescence. I almost feel sad that all the humans are little more than shells, robots set to whatever I want. Biologically there are 4 billion humans left (I get bored alot especially in the winter) but really I am the last human. I stand in my palace and look out on my global empire and I see dead, lifeless bodies lining the streets and in homes having lunch or going to bed. The living are dead. Buldings are devastated and the air is dirty. The Earth is dieing and I love it. The power of life and death over a human is one thing but a planet it amazes me how easy it would be to destoy this place to burn it to the ground. And no one would notice they would vaporise in the heat and blankly si there and ignore it. So should I do it? Should I flick the switch and kill you all? Ha there's no one out therea herd of soulless creatures and I am God.

Eclipse Picture (for once)I actually quite like a picture I made, not meaning to blow my own trumpet though.

The summer holidays are almost here and I will get bored and more arty so this is the best place to hide things >.>