Rise and Fall
Written by VGerX2001
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Disclaimer: ARGH, I do not own Crash Bandicoot or anything. Leave me alone _
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~O~
Dear whoever,
To whoever who's reading this, you may remember me. Or you may not. If you don't care, then I don't see why in the fuck you should be reading.
If you are interested, I'll make it short, simple and to the point.
I cannot take anymore of this. I'm sorry, but I can't go on any longer. I've went from hero to millions of kids and star of the Crash games to a washed-up loser who can't even beat a female android(KOS-MOS, if you're reading, I don't blame you). I'm worthless now, sadly. My time is up, and I cannot hesitate.
It's all my fault. I was a very popular mascot for Sony. I had something big going, but my own stupid self didn't keep the fire burning, and I have only myself to blame for it. I can only hope that future generations of mascots(Ratchet, Clank, Jax, Daxter, Sly Cooper, pay attention if you happen to be reading) don't fail and bomb, just like me.
I hate to do this, but I have to say goodbye now.
Yours truly,
Crash Bandicoot
~O~
Crash sighed, and grabbed the paper he just wrote the letter in. He stood up, and taped the letter against the door of his locker room. Letting out another sigh of despair, he turned around, facing the large portrait of him in the opposite wall. It was a different Crash, from the salad days. That Crash was happy, and he had a reason to be. He was successful and loved back then.
Crash started pondering whether or not to give himself another chance. The door was still open for a second chance, and if he played his cards right, he could drag himself from the slump he currently found himself, and become popular once again...
But before he could even consider, he grabbed the revolver from his desk and aimed it at his head. Without the slightest of hesitation, he pulled the trigger, killing himself in a instant.
THE END
Written by VGerX2001
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Disclaimer: ARGH, I do not own Crash Bandicoot or anything. Leave me alone _
---
~O~
Dear whoever,
To whoever who's reading this, you may remember me. Or you may not. If you don't care, then I don't see why in the fuck you should be reading.
If you are interested, I'll make it short, simple and to the point.
I cannot take anymore of this. I'm sorry, but I can't go on any longer. I've went from hero to millions of kids and star of the Crash games to a washed-up loser who can't even beat a female android(KOS-MOS, if you're reading, I don't blame you). I'm worthless now, sadly. My time is up, and I cannot hesitate.
It's all my fault. I was a very popular mascot for Sony. I had something big going, but my own stupid self didn't keep the fire burning, and I have only myself to blame for it. I can only hope that future generations of mascots(Ratchet, Clank, Jax, Daxter, Sly Cooper, pay attention if you happen to be reading) don't fail and bomb, just like me.
I hate to do this, but I have to say goodbye now.
Yours truly,
Crash Bandicoot
~O~
Crash sighed, and grabbed the paper he just wrote the letter in. He stood up, and taped the letter against the door of his locker room. Letting out another sigh of despair, he turned around, facing the large portrait of him in the opposite wall. It was a different Crash, from the salad days. That Crash was happy, and he had a reason to be. He was successful and loved back then.
Crash started pondering whether or not to give himself another chance. The door was still open for a second chance, and if he played his cards right, he could drag himself from the slump he currently found himself, and become popular once again...
But before he could even consider, he grabbed the revolver from his desk and aimed it at his head. Without the slightest of hesitation, he pulled the trigger, killing himself in a instant.
THE END
