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Marauder Exemplar

Bestist Frend Jane

After his best and only friend's brutal death, a seven-year-old boy sets out across the country hell-bent on fulfilling her dream. Along the way, he must overcome his deficiencies—both real and imagined—to assuage his own pain and guilt.

Winner of the 2018 EPIC Contest!

Thanks to everyone for pushing me throughout the contest so I could actually finish something for a change—especially the other contestants who were both helpful and competitive. And thanks to BradinDvorak for help with CSS.

Ain't that the truth...

RIP

Still have fond memories from the late 70s/early 80s associated with his music. 

"Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius."

This is quite the moral quandary...

If there was enough time, the best solution would be to announce various impromptu rallies or similar on social media, and then derail the trolley into whatever crowd had gathered; thereby saving those six for a potential future redo.

Lol  I still use Netscape occasionally on my old WinXP laptop, so you got that part right. Not sure about the version, though.

Lots of luck with that. Everything I've ordered for the last few months has been at least a week (sometimes more) behind the scheduled delivery date.

Not bad. Some of the details were off a little, but you've captured the general ambiance. Good job!

It's too bad that the same can't be said of you, eh?

If you think my post is "edgy", then I'd say you have a lot to learn. Lol

Had to read this a few times, but I think I mostly understand it. This past year has been both a blessing and a curse, but, yeah, it's given me a somewhat clearer perspective on humanity. Growing up feeling unloved and unwanted may have contributed to my longing for nonexistence, but I'm mostly over it. Though, it does rear its head every now and then. As far as the irrational fear, I'm sort of at a loss. I've always sort of hoped to go out swinging, perhaps with a bear or some such so that I can give back to nature instead of selfishly keeping my remains apart from it. Nah, I've not (nor have been in a great, great while) been afraid of death. When it's my time to go, I'll be ready and have no regrets.