Destruction: man we should totally break all the plates IN THE MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE TO MAKE THEM KNEEL, in other worlds SUBJUGGLATE THE MOTHERFUCKING SHIT OUTTA THEM.
Steve looks over the broken glass again.
There was a certain... satisfaction to doing that. He pulls another plate from the drawer and mashes it against the table.
It feels so good he smashes another... and another... and another and then there were none.
He walks to his bedroom and grabs the emergency bat, brings it to the kitchen and lines up the perfect swing on the pile of used dishes next to the sink.
But wait...
All of this stuff about plates is a fucking waste of time. You could be becoming the CEO of your enigmatic job, or taking charge in your relationship with that girlfriend you apparently have(why am I such an ill-informed part of your mind? No wonder you're such a failure). You can conquer the world if you want to! Now FOCUS!
You should go to work. But wait. Where do you work? As what? What the hell did you drink last night that made you forget
everything!You open your fine leather suitcase to find a pile of paperwork, a pencil, an aging apple with a smiley face carved into it and a smart phone.
You pick up the smart phone and see it has "Steve Peacea" engraved on the back in elegant cursive. That's nice...
You turn on the phone and try to piece together what's missing.
You've been on holiday, there's some pictures of you with an incredibly attractive woman on a beach somewhere and one of both of you on a plane. No rings.
But what job...
After some careful picking through your emails you deduce that you are the CEO of something called Expansion Global. That explains the expensive plates.
Whats all this notion of work, lets just kill the boss and take his job!
You look at the bat you're still holding and contemplate a horribly violent and messy suicide for a short time. You decide against it.
Need Use bathroom and shower, then dress for work, in that order.
You use the bathroom and shower without incident. Nice to see you remember something. You dress into a dark suit, one of the many seemingly identical ones in the closet. That's odd...
Break out the most badass clothes you have, buy yourself some awesome bling, and swagger through your day like boss. You're fucking awesome, and you need to LOOK awesome.
These identical suits are nice but they lack a certain something.
You walk to the garage and see three cars. A pickup truck, a sports car and a luxury sedan.
You choose the sports car. It has no GPS and you don't know where anything is.
You get into the pickup truck, it has GPS but it feels like you're overcompensating for something.
You cross your fingers as you enter the sedan. It has GPS, the keys are in the ignition.
You go and buy a new suit, one the manager insisted says 'don't mess with me'. You also buy some aviators and a set on heavy rings to wear (would probably hurt somebody if you punched them while wearing these). You pay a guy to work the cursive name on the back of your phone into a picture of Death himself while you get your hair styled into something more threatening than the 'I just woke up and remember nothing' look you have going on.
You reach an intersection and park the car, suddenly indecisive.
Work makes us sad, not Happy! Let's go frolic in the park instead!
Workisboring!GodosomethingAwsome!
You've just been on holiday but you feel you could be doing something else. Something fun.
Why frollic when he can go to his girlfriends house and fuck her all day drink some coffee with her?
You could go have
coffee with the mysterious woman from the photos. Pity you don' know who she is.
The apathy's overwhelming you. You've got to find something to do, something to care about. It'll consume you, oh God, it'll get you...
As you think, the idling engine's soft purring begins to lull you to sleep and everything seems to be irrelevant. You suddenly jolt into awareness-
Go to the job. You could lose it if you don't. You'd never get a new one. Then you'd be homeless. Then no one would love you. Then you'd die a cold, lonely death.
You need to get to work!
The GPS guides you to the Expansion Global building and you idle out front. What next...
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