PROLOGUE
In a minute and a half two cars will collide.
After that happens there will be a catastrophic explosion that reduces Mr. Wilfred's and Co. Headqauters to a pile of useless pig iron and concrete.
And after that happens I will sit here, a king of the new society.
I thought it'd all be over once I got rid of Tyler. That nuscence. But it ended up that was only the begininng.
And that beginning was leading to this beginning. The new beginning. The beginning Tyler had setup before Fight Club had even been conceived in the eggs of Tyler's head. My head. The head that housed that raging bilduct.
I'm standing outside the Starbucks just down the street from Mr. Wilfred's and Co.
I'm standing there wondering, wondering if this is really what I want. What I need. If this will really end it all. Or will this just lead to another terrorism Tyler thought up. Did Tyler plan out a whole system of destruction that would never end? But then again why would he?
I don't know.
All I know is that when this all began I was trying desperately to get out of everything alive. Just get out and get out alive.
I can no longer sabatoge Tyler. Because Tyler's gone away. Tyler's dead. I am the rusty nail in the rotten wood of Tyler's locked casket. I once was told I didn't need God.
I once worshipped Tyler as God.
So if I don't need God...
Do I not need Tyler?
Before I answer that question I must go over everything that's happened up until this point.
One minute...