Damn trips....

McGellen never enjoyed her somewhat dull life. Technically it wasn't a life
she was dead. Great, wonderful. Something to think about. Smeg. Death. Damn
Death. Dying to damn early. Didn't even get through her twenties. Oh well at
least she'd keep her good looks. Kara stumbled along the corridor feeling
another urge to bludgeon something unconscious with the lead pipe she had
found. She dragged it along the wall letting it screech along. She didn't
hear the sound though. She was to busy contemplating how the hell she was
gonna make herself feel better.
She went along mumblong her sweet hatred to herself. How much she hated her
friends, life, job, and all that shite. But somehow the feeling of holding a
deadly weapon recharged her. Even though her gun could easily do the job for
her for some odd reason the pipe felt a little bit more enjoyable. Hell, if
the person she hits with it is living then their blood might splatter on
her. She smiled at the thought and continued on. She wanted to hit
someone....no kill someone.....
(ooooo spooky. Ah well if anyone is interested in messing with this go
ahead.)
Smeg On, Captain Emerald.
"Fear me for I am a writer!(evil laughter)"
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