this is part 2 of VOL 1 which you must read for this to make any sense. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/234060067?sort=0&page=0 ^VOL. 1 [quote]The lights flick on and the blood drained from my face. “What are you doing,” my wife urged me. “Nothing” I replied. “You are not looking at my B.net username are you honey?” my wife hissed out as she stalked towards me. “N-no,” I stammered, crawling backwards, cradling her computer in my lap. Chillily with synthetic softness she asked, “well, then why are you creeping away from me, dear?” At this point, I knew there was no recovery of this situation. So I tried to apologize. Halfway through my stammering apology, she stormed into a black rage. Her eyes widened, her nostrils flared, and her brow knit in an unholy wrath. “What!” she screamed. “You promised me! You promised me and you flew back upon your word like it was a cheap pillow! I Hate You!” “Maxine, calm down sugar.” I pleaded. “No! Don’t you dare call me that again!” “But-but honey.” “Out! Get OUT!” She screamed. At this point I realized it was hopeless so I left. Weeks later I logged on to b.net again just to see what happened and I found my self famous, or so I thought 99+ notifications and every single one of them were vile messages from Maxine and her friends calling me all sorts of nasty things. So I gave up. I don’t even know how she knew my username; I guess she knew all along. After a month or so of living in my best friends basement even he, kicked me out. So I returned home. When I arrived home I found ever picture and anything even vaguely associated with me destroyed and the house was a mess. As I started to clean up, she emerged from our bedroom. “Oh, hello darling,” she eked out in a sickly way, “how was work?” “Um, fine, I guess.” Curious to see where this was going, I stopped cleaning and stood up. “What are you doing home so early?” “It’s nine o’clock at night dear.” As I said this, a man emerged from the bedroom. “[i]Who[/i] is [i]that[/i],” I asked. “Oh, him? This is ECCHO SIERRA, he’s been keeping me company while you where away.” At that moment, the man lifted his semi automatic AR-15 and opened fire with devilish delight. BANG! BANG! BANG! He hit me twice in the back, and once in the shoulder and I dropped to the ground. BANG! BANG! my wife Mad ‘Max’ Maxine, cackled with insane delight as the remainder of the thirty round magazines’ went awry. Then as ECCHO SIERRA reloaded, Krishna's Prophet busted down the door, drew his hand cannon 'Planar Theory' and fired of two shots, right into the heads of my wife and her lover.[/quote] Honorable mention. By: Agent Smith [quote]The shower steam swirled and spun. She had been in their for 15 minutes now. Her skin warm and moist. Her hair still covered in lingering shampoo. Her loneliness consumed her. No friends, no family, no pets allowed. Stupid landlord. The water was getting colder by the second. She turned the knob and the stream ceased; wrapping herself in a towel and pulling back the curtain. Oh, someone left her a note writen in the steam on the mirror. She chuckled remembering the days where her siblings played with her like that... ...And then the sudden realization that she lived alone. The words left on the mirror still haunt her to this day. They said: YO MOMMA SO FAT [/quote] These are works of fiction all names, weapons, places, usernames, URLs, and other such stuff are used fictitiously. Shout out to Mad Max, ECCHO SIERRA, Krishna's Prophet and Agent Smith for their contributions. [spoiler]I apologize if you don't think this one is as good as the last, i'm iffy about it also[/spoiler] © 2017. John "HoTh" McWaters and Agent Smith. All rights reserved