What do I do? I blow stuff up.
Dec 20, 2008 23:24:16 GMT -5
Post by Doc on Dec 20, 2008 23:24:16 GMT -5
Boom! The sound of the explosion roared across the field, deafening our ears. Who am I? Well, I'm Cej, Cej Ydoc, and what do I do for a living? Blow stuff up of course.
See, I'm from District 3, which is the perfect place for a sadistic person like me to get a good laugh or two. People lose limbs here like no tomorrow. There are more people who become blind or deaf here everyday. More families suffering, more sadness, so sweet! Of course, I don't walk up to some guy without arms, laugh, and then spit in his face, and then walk away. I don't let people know that I laugh at their sadness. I'm being smart, I'm not getting someone so mad at me they want me to die.
But anyways, back to the point. I make and test all kinds of explosives with the rest of my "team" if you could call it that, more like a group of untrained chimpanzees, I swear, they are about as useful as a piece of plastic.
Right now, we are testing several powerful mines. How powerful? Well, If you get caught in one, the biggest chunk of you they are going to find is a little piece of your finger. Like, half the distance between your last knucle and your finger nail. It will be raining your little body chunks if you get caught in one of these. I find them quite a delightful little way to blow something to bits actually, quite entertainign when I squirrel gets caught int he explosion.
After a long days hard work, I head out into town, laughing at the limbless. As I turned around to head back the way I came, someone bumped into me, I turned around to look at them and insult them for their carelessness...
See, I'm from District 3, which is the perfect place for a sadistic person like me to get a good laugh or two. People lose limbs here like no tomorrow. There are more people who become blind or deaf here everyday. More families suffering, more sadness, so sweet! Of course, I don't walk up to some guy without arms, laugh, and then spit in his face, and then walk away. I don't let people know that I laugh at their sadness. I'm being smart, I'm not getting someone so mad at me they want me to die.
But anyways, back to the point. I make and test all kinds of explosives with the rest of my "team" if you could call it that, more like a group of untrained chimpanzees, I swear, they are about as useful as a piece of plastic.
Right now, we are testing several powerful mines. How powerful? Well, If you get caught in one, the biggest chunk of you they are going to find is a little piece of your finger. Like, half the distance between your last knucle and your finger nail. It will be raining your little body chunks if you get caught in one of these. I find them quite a delightful little way to blow something to bits actually, quite entertainign when I squirrel gets caught int he explosion.
After a long days hard work, I head out into town, laughing at the limbless. As I turned around to head back the way I came, someone bumped into me, I turned around to look at them and insult them for their carelessness...
