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After one flight on Cloud Airlines, strange things begin to happen to Dave Campbell. Choose your own path as you try to make out what is going on with the world around you. Will you just take what is served to you, or will you toss what is served to you to the side and take back control? Will you live in pain or die happily? The choice is yours. 

 But lemme finish tho 

Epic XD

I think mine should be up now.... :)

I believe it ends at 11:59pm EST...I live on the east coast, and it's 6:35PM over here

Wait....So I can't write a page on here and like copy it onto another page but change a few words on it?

"Just shoot the fuck already," Robert said, "Or I will," 

You try to touch your face, but it's not there. 

The man ran down the street, screaming something about his art attacking him. 

Matthew leered at the faceless man in front him, "Move it, ya fuck-face," 

Bursting through the flames of the explosion that destroyed his home fleet, Roger pushed his craft to the limits, bent on bringing down some Rovers with him to hell. 

 Bonus: 

 "Just shoot the fuck already," Robert said, "Or I will," 

 Lance shoulders slumped. "Just gimme a sec, will ya?" 

"The more you think about shoot'm, the harder it's gonna get, boy," 

 "Look at me," Lance said to the man before him. He lifted the man's head up by the hair. "Now, look me dead in the eyes, and tell me why you did it?" He shoved the revolver in the man's face. "Tell me, you sick fuck," Lance whipped the man across the face with the gun. "Tell me!!" The man fell over; Lance pulled him back up to his knees. He smacked him again with the gun. The man fell over again, and Lance pulled him up again. "Tell me!!" 

 The man, his face bruised and bloody, grinned. "I did it cause there wasn't nothin' better to do," 

 Lance squeezed the trigger; the man dropped, headless. 

 "That .44 Magnum sure does get'r done right," Robert said, leaning on his worn out pick-up truck. The sun was setting down; the forest was becoming darker every minute. "Alright, time ta hit ghost," Robert said, climbing in the driver seat of his pick-up. Lance stood still, staring at the man he had just killed, hands shaking. Robert leered at him. "C'mon, kid, he ain't comin' after ya, he's dead as dead can be," 

 "Wha-" Lance muttered. He turned to glance at Robert. "We're not gonna bury him?" 

 "Bury him? What for? This man raped your daughter, Lance, he beat her, and fucked her," Robert spat. He turned the truck on. "Man like that don't deserve no fucking buryin'," 

 "But the cops," Lance said. 

 "Cops ain't gonna look for'm, he was a dirtbag, nobody wanted him, and no one sure as hell ain't gonna give a fuck if he's laying there with his head blown off," Robert slammed his door shut. "Now, get the fuck in the goddamn truck!" 

 Lance trudged over to the passenger side, opened the door, sat down inside, and closed the door. He stared at his black steel-toe boots. Robert drove out of the forest they had picked to kill Mark Samuels, the man responsible for beating and raping Lance's seven year-old daughter.  

 Robert glanced at Lance. "I'm glad you took care of business back there, Lance," Robert ran his fingers through his beard. "You did the right thing, that fucker needed a bullet in the fuckin' head," Robert said. They were driving down a county farm road, which was two lanes, one for going and one for coming. The brownish-green grass swayed as they drove past. 

 "Emily still hurtin'," Lance muttered. 

 Robert glanced at him, then back at the road. "We tell'r we killed the sonofabitch," 

 Lance lifted up his head, and glared at Robert. "You think she would be happy her daddy's a fuckin' killer?!?" 

 "Whoa, easy there, cowboy," Robert said, reaching for beer in the glove compartment. He sorted out all the empty cans, and finally found a full one. Lance continued to glare at him. "Sure, maybe she ain't gonna be as happy as a tick on a fat dog, but hey, can't please them all the fuckin' time," 

 "Can't please them all the time?" Lance repeated. "Emily got raped!! She didn't get her play dolls taken away from her, she got raped by some fuckin' sicko!! And me killin' the fuck ain't gonna bring back my daughter's happiness!!" 

 Robert slammed on the breaks. The tires screeched, and the pick-up skidded off the road and into a deep ditch. The impact caused the airbags to pop out. Robert's body rested on the airbag deployed from the steering wheel. Lance grimaced as he pushed himself away from the dash board. "What the fuck happened?" Lance whispered. There was a crushing pain in his chest. He swung his door open, and scooted out, landing the ground.

 Bright head lights from a truck came from the road. A shotguns was pumped. Blood ran down from Lance's forehead. Heavy boots walked closer. Lance, grabbing the edge of the passenger seat, pulled himself up to his knees. There was a loud bang. Lance reached for his magnum, which was on the floor of the truck. A shotgun shell clinked on the ground. Lance grabbed the revolver and sat down, holding the gun near his chest. Another round was fired. 

 "Shouldn't have gone off and done wha'cha did back there, fellas," a voice said. A glass bottle broke inside the truck's cab body. The smell of flesh burning arose. Lance slowly crawled away, watching the truck burn. 

I hope I can stay committed to a world as you have. The longest I ever stay on something is about two years tops. Are you planning on writing a series about your characters in this world of yours? 

Holy damn, you really got this world fleshed out pretty well! 

Any feedback, positive or negative, would be nice.

That's how I do it. So close, can't cut any closer without peeling skin off.  

78th Day of the Cran Society (A.K.A. Day of Salvation, or Day of 19), Year 1, Month 3, Day 19: 

 On this day, the users of the highly addictive drug, Smooth-Fusion, witnessed a spectacular phenomena when a enigma appeared, claiming to be god; he said that he had gone to sleep after he created the world and humans, and now has return to fix anyone's problems if they asked him to do so; the enigma goes by the name, Ultra. Many skeptical critics made conspiracy theories that accused the Cran Society Government of fooling the people by making a fake god so that they could continue buy and use the drug, weakening the people and making them more easier to control. Although there are many users that claim that Ultra is in fact god himself, none of the Leaders and other officials have been reported to use the drug, yet they still believe in the Ultra. Still, after many miraculous healings, non-users don't like the idea of having to inject themselves with poison to meet their maker. There have been many protests against use of the addictive drug. 

 While on under the influence of the drug, users travel to a place called the Wasteland by Ultra. At the Wasteland, users can meet, be given advice, and be healed by Ultra. During this holiday, Ultra celebrates his return from sleep by taking all users under the influence to the Holy Temples, where Ultra allows 19 random people to stay forever in the peaceful Holy Temples. 

The Bonus: 

Joe slumped in his favorite reclining chair. He glanced at the syringe, full of the addictive dark green liquid. He glanced at the inside of his left elbow, where he figured he should inject himself. The type of shit I do for money, Joe thought. They better give me some type of shit to ease the withdrawal. He quietly injected himself. He grinned briefly. Soon the room began to swift and became distorted.   

 The gray landscape was filled with other users roaming around while they waited for Ultra to transport them to the Holy Temples. 

 "Hi, you must be new," a young woman said. She had full lips, light soft skin with rosy cheeks, hazel eyes that complemented her tawny wavy hair, that touched her shoulders, and a small delicate body frame. She smiled warmly at Joe, extending her hand out to him. "I'm Jenny," 

 "Uh, hey," Joe said, surprised that a girl on her looks would talk to him, scratch that, what is a girl like her doing here?  "I'm Brad," Joe said as he shook her hand.   

 "Nice to meet you, Brad," she said, her smile never left her face. "So what made you try Smooth-Fusion?" 

 Aww fuck, I didn't think people were gonna ask me questions and shit, Joe thought. "Umm, I can't really say, guess I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about," he said, repeatedly looking at her and looking away. 

 "You're either very curious, or really stupid," she said, still smiling. 

 "Uh? Come again?" Joe asked. 

 "Or you're a spy sent by some group of atheist that don't approve of the drug," she said, laughing. She brotherly punched Joe on his arm. "I was just kidding about the being stupid part," 

 "Ha, yeah," Joe said nervously. She can't fucking know! The RPFS doesn't talk to users! "Uh, I don't want to waste anymore of your time, I'm gonna let you go," Joe said, walking away. 

 "Hey! Wait! You're not wasting my time! And you're new here, where are you going to go? I haven't given you the tour!" Jenny said as she grabbed Joe's hand, pulling him back to her. "You're not trying to get away from me, are you? Am I that annoying?" 

 "No, no," Joe said. "I'm not trying to leave you, I just felt like I was holding you up," He forced a smile on his face. Go to hell, bitch. So possessive. No wonder most horny fucks only smash robotic chicks.  

 "Well, you're not, c'mon let's go for a walk, I'll show you around," she said, and they both started walking. She grabbed his hand and they walked awhile without saying much. Finally she had led him away from the crowd, and into the area where there seemed to be millions of huge gray rocks called, Las Rocas De La Justicia De Dios. 

 She glanced up at Joe. "I love you, Brad," 

 "What?" Joe blurted, quickly looking down at her with a confused face. Is this woman fucking with me? Or is it the drug? Or both? Or am I in love too?

 "I really love you, Brad, I don't think I can live without you not even for a second," she said softly, caressing his face with one hand and with the other, she pulled his head closer to her. She looked into his eyes, and mouthed the words "kiss me". 

 Joe, not knowing what to do, closed his eyes tightly and puckered his lips, waiting for something to happen. 

 She pressed up against him, and gently, almost teasingly, pressed her lips on his. Joe leaned in, wanting more. She jerked her head back, and pushed his face away.  A quick kick to the groin, and a good shove, had Joe on the ground. Joe moaned in agony as he held his groin with both hands. 

 "What the fuck?" Joe managed to say. "What's up with you, I thought you loved me," he said as he stood up. 

 A harsh and firm opened hand slapped Joe across the face. He winced. "Why are you so-" Joe stopped talking, and stood there, mouth agape. 

 Jenny stood a couple feet away, legs spread apart wide, holding a gun in both hands pointed at Joe. "Tell me your real name, Brad," 

 "Look, sweetie, I didn't come here to meet some crazy bitch, and I don't have time for your shit," Joe said, reaching behind his back, and pulling out a fully loaded gun. So my weapons also can travel to this place too, eh?

 "I knew you were someone bad," Jenny said, her hazel eyes locked on Joe. "You were stupid enough to come to the party after the appointed time, that's how I figured you out," 

 "I don't care for how you did shit, you end here," Joe squeezed the trigger, sending out a bright blue flash from the end of his muzzle. Jenny stood still like a statue; Joe had paralyzed her, and guessing with the crowd she hung around with, they wouldn't happen to have the necessary equipment to unparalyze her. She will stand there, until the drug wears off. 

 Now, time to do what I came here to do, Joe said to himself. He ran back to the crowd. 

 Big red lips above a pair of eyeballs hovered over the mass of people. Ultra? 

 "Come closer," someone shouted. "Or you're gonna stay here!" 

 Joe obeyed and ran closer to the crowd. Suddenly everything went black. There was a loud humming sound coming from all around. 

 "Welcome to the Holy Temples," a deep voice echoed. There was a temple with four pillars in front of the entrance, sitting on white clouds. The crowd and Joe floated over to the building on a cloud. As they approached the temple, the entrance to the temple opened. Inside, there was no floor, just air. There were millions of smaller temples, similar to the one before the crowd, resting on clouds as well. Ultra appeared before them as they all stepped onto the stairs of the temple. "Welcome, my children," 

  Now's my chance! Joe pressed the AUTOMATIC button on his gun. He sprinted up the stairs, pushing people out of his way. "Now die, you sonofabitch!!!" Joe yelled as he opened fire on the huge lips above the pair of eyeballs. the crowd gasped; some cried. Joe, seeing that he wasn't doing much damage, turned around to face the crowd. Fucking shit won't die! Time to send all these idiots back into the real world. "GO AWAY!!" He yelled as he torn everybody into pieces.

"Oh God, what have I done," he murmured as he stared at the huge mass of dead bodies on the stairs of the Capital Building.