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Subject: nobody exists so lets make a story

Author:
nate

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Date Posted: 22:15:20 06/13/01 Wed

i lurk here sometimes. lurklurk. here is the begining of a story. add as much you want to and lets keep it going.

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Two companies competed in the ice cream distribution business in a small, backwards city that no one cared about and no one ever really visited. They sold the same flavors from the same manufacturers, and neither of them often managed to gain any market share over the other. When one did win a slight advantage, the other would bounce right back. Back and fourth, back and fourth this went for 100 years. The executives never got any older, no new ice cream-selling establishments over opened in the city, and no new flavors were ever introduced.

The people of the city liked ice cream fine, but they never knew about this struggle. They went about their lives and thoughtlessly fueled it with their normal ice cream-eating interludes. Despite the saturated fat, they never died either.

Bombastic and a younG mAN. GAN GAN GAN. That's what she thought about when she ate her ice cream. GAN. She was sick of the flavors and sick of the city and sick of her stupid immortal silverware but oooooooh.... as long as there was that ONE flavor of chocolate, a chocolate that we in non-hypothetical space would dismiss as edible but mediocre, waiting for her at the end of the day, the hard days, she could forget that it was the only godamn kind of chocolate that she's ever eaten and she could eat it once more every time. A never ending amount of once-mores with the chocolate.

One night she sat down with a bowl of it and thought about how long she'd been alive.

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