A person (whom I actually like) recently asked my why I'm so rude, man, nasty and generally jackass of a guy in these authors notes. The answer is pretty simple, really. I don't hate any person I've ever known. Well, I do hate my roommates taste in music, but that doesn't really count toward him. Besides, I like J-pop, so I know that somebody out there feels the same about me.

But people, those I can't stand. A person is a intelligent, usually understandable creature capable of amazing things. People are a smelly mob of walking shitglobs, flinging their own at each other endlessly. So I hate people. And that's who I rant against. The people. You hear that dick-lickers? I'm talking to you people! Yeah, that's right! YOU! I fucked your mom! How bout that chickenshit? I fucked her gooodddddd!

Okay, getting back to something beyond juvenile humor, don't take it personally. Unless your one of them people. Cause you know, that's who I'm insulting here. Fucking people. Heh.

Now, if you didn't figure it out, "***" means a change in perspective.

Plauge Mutation chapter 2: Get yer conventionality here!

It was a classic meeting, right out of the latest feel good movie with a predictable ending. A boy, and a girl, separated, having never expected to see each other ever again, now reunited by an accident on the street. Not by some effort to seek out the other, but by pure and simple fate. At least, that's how it appeared at the time. In any case, here they were. Unable to speak, both experiencing pure shock.  So many things left unsaid, so many questions as to what had happened then, what had happened after, it was too much to shove out of the mouth all at once, so after the initial greeting, the rest stayed in their throats, lodged there.

They stared at each other, amazed. Noticing things that had changed. Noticing things that had stayed exactly the same. Noticing how it was better, how it was worse. Very oxymoronic, the entire situation. There was so much conflicting things about the whole damn situation, yet very simple thoughts ran through the boy and girls heads.

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Oh hell! It's her! What do I do? What do I do? Say something your on your ass on the ground looking like a retard here you have to say something and say it now!

"Ummm… I like what you've done with your hair."

Smooootttthhhh Romeo!

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Oh fuck! It's him! OH FUCK! IT'S HIM!

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And with that, the girl screams. Really really really loud. And from her prone position, kicks him in the face really hard. You can tell it's hard by the way his head snaps back and falls on the pavement.

She jumps up, and keeps kicking him in the face. And a few times in the stomach too. He doesn't really get a chance to react to any of this, because still screaming, she throws her arms straight into the air and runs in the opposite direction that the boy had come from.

The boy sits there, blood streaming from his face. He coughs up a little more. He checks his mouth to make sure he still has all his teeth. A crowd has formed to stare in fascinated horror at this point. He gives them the evil eye, and coughs again.

"That really really really could have gone better." He says, before shaking himself off and walking on. "I hope most of this is paint…"

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HA! She thought. Could that have gone any better?

Yes. He said somberly. But she detected a hint of the genuine thrill He had as opposed to his usual mania. But not much!

I have so much to work with now! The desire was pratically giggling. I can really fuck with his head now!

We beat 'em good. It contributed.

I wouldn't say I have it that good yet, but I'm definitely feeling the old vibe again! Any minute she's gonna scream fu- she did it! She just did it! She was jubulent, daring to hope for full recovery  again for the first time since… well, the downfall.

One things for sure people He put in. We have a lot of work, and more then a little fun ahead of us now…

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Oooooooooooooooo! Spooky foreshadowing! Can you hand the suspense? CAN YOU HANDLE IT? I WANNA KNOW! Wow. That was really short. I mean, damn. Short. But it works, don't it? It is, of course, not near over.