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<description>&lt;p&gt;//Downloading &amp;quot;The Goodbye.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Download complete.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Opening file.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;It seems God has played me for the fool. My prophecy was a lie, it was all a lie. I was a humble servant, and my trust was abused; my devotion unappreciated. I do not think he understood how hard it was for me to commit, but once I did I was true. It does not matter anymore, nothing matters anymore. I care for nothing, regardless of whatever cares for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;My purpose has now changed, although it was always cloudy. It has shifted from The Matrix, to the Real, back to The Matrix, and to the real once again. However, now it is in neither. My purpose is in the afterlife, if there is such a place. I know God is ultimate, but I have nothing else worth living or fighting for. I am thoroughly p*ss*d off, and the only cure for my apathy is the fall of a titan, a God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//End &amp;quot;The Goodbye.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Downloading &amp;quot;Memory recollection SHIK.867.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Download complete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Opening file.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I walked into the building, head hung low, completely covered in black. I was like a spectre&amp;nbsp;gliding&amp;nbsp;over the marble floor. I approached the metal detector, I walked through it calmly as the device sounded. The security guards looked at me, as if I knew the drill, but I met their stare with only the shake of my head... a bad idea, I was telling them. For some reason they did nothing, whether my intimidation worked - or if they just didn&amp;#39;t care, I didn&amp;#39;t know. Nevertheless, I continued to the elevator. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went up to the 16th floor of 30, the door opened and I walked through. My hat hung over my face, uncommon - but I no longer needed to hide my identity, it&amp;nbsp;would now&amp;nbsp;be known. The floor was crowded, it was a popular club. They say a soul exited from the body by it&amp;#39;s own hand will go to Hell, hopefully this works. One man revolutions rarely work against other Men, let alone a &lt;b&gt;God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I walk to the DJ&amp;#39;s booth, stare at him and hop over the turntables. I grabbecd him and threw him over to&amp;nbsp;the other side of the tables. I stopped the music, attracting the attention of all. I&amp;nbsp;stood up on the turntables, no longer rotating, and opened my coat. It was then that I had compliance from every individual in the club - few will mess with a man strapped to&amp;nbsp;large amounts of explosives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;This is&amp;nbsp;The End,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;In only a few short moments, we all will be dead. However, whether you go to Heaven or Hell, ironically is irrevelant to me. You see, slaughter is not uncommon to me. I am frequently sending men and women to Heaven &lt;b&gt;or Hell.&lt;/b&gt; It&amp;#39;s usually Hell.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The faces&amp;nbsp;in the crowd remained shocked and&amp;nbsp;afraid, and thus none of them spoke. Finally a group that would listen, makes perfect sense with my luck that&amp;nbsp;my words are only heeded in the last few moments of my&amp;nbsp;life. I continued my speech, &amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;cannot safely say there is&amp;nbsp;a Heaven, or a Hell, but in&amp;nbsp;our final moments, if existence itself is about to end, I would prefer the thought of afterlife as&amp;nbsp;opposed to nothingness. I know where I am going, my fellow humans. The truth is I always loved all of you, even the ones I hated. Now&amp;nbsp;emotion has faded. My excessive empathy&amp;nbsp;could be a reason it was depleted so quickly.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I do no want you to think I am a hasty man, making rash decisions not fearing the consequences. This&amp;nbsp;is as far from the truth as&amp;nbsp;it could be. I am fully aware of everything, as it&amp;nbsp;is all planned. Whether you&amp;nbsp;see the plan or just the remnants of some&amp;nbsp;delusional&amp;#39;s Chaos&amp;nbsp;Theory,&amp;nbsp;I do not care. My goals can no longer be fulfilled here. My next move relies completely on the estimated outcome of a blind run, a leap of faith - or lack of. But you see, ladies and gentlemen, that is existence for ya&amp;#39;.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was not for &amp;quot;Org Zeal&amp;quot; or some self-righteous bullsh*t. I had to ensure I was going to Hell, I mean I&amp;#39;ve done some bad things in my life, but I&amp;#39;ve also done some good. I could not rely completely on unforgiven punishment for suicide, so I murdered before I left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;With that final sentence my thumb placed itself over the detonator. Without hesitation, or one final look at things, I pressed the button. I needed no last look, I had seen it all - many, many, many, many times ago. I hope my emphasis on redundance makes it very clear how this life we live here is. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//End&amp;nbsp;transmission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Downloading file &amp;quot;Machine report 711.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Download complete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bomb exploded, incinerating everything in it&amp;#39;s path. The building then collapsed upon itself. Eventually there was only rubble and smoke. The only thing I see is the residual code from the body of an old EPN commander, which is odd because he shares the same code&amp;nbsp;with the &amp;quot;Shickle.&amp;quot; What is even more strange is that the code was hosting &amp;quot;The Leech.&amp;quot; In that case, good riddance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//End transmission.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 18:53:18 GMT</pubDate>
<author>TheShickle</author>
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<title>Re:The Goodbye - 7/11/08</title>
<description>(Epic.)</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 11:12:23 GMT</pubDate>
<author>XElite</author>
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