Math, Math in general. Math in all cases. Math of all types. Prompt says no psychopaths, but only psychopaths like math. So I guess I follow. Can you believe there are people who do math as a job or hobby. How do they survive? I know I couldn’t. So the bottom line of this story? Math is horrible. Math exams, tests, etc. People who create these things are generally hated. Math teachers cry at night for they have to teach the younger generations this horrible subject. Who decided it was a good idea to put the alphabet into math huh? I just wanna have a chat with them. pulls out knife just a chat. Ok well I guess I’ve wasted a few minutes of your time, much less than math I must say.
Some people have it easy, They could call life breezy.
But others are broken, They are alone, unspoken.
Some people’s families are whole, Those people have a higher goal.
When two partners split, It’s the children that really take the hit.
And when one moves to another place, The children ae the ones to change the pace.
The little picture in the corner, Is their ticket to cross the border.
Doing this every week is hard, Carrying around this little card.
And when the children grow up, Their minds get a sort of glow up.
And then soon they start to miss, The parents that they used to kiss.
And eventually they don’t see them anymore, The parents that they used to adore.
For the children’s hearts grew up feeling abused, So long as their passports are bruised.
This is it. This is the end for me. Goodbye to everyone I never loved. You see, they are after me. Who? You may ask, only the nightshade gang. Why would they be after me? Because as a kid I participated in a game show where I proceeded to win a lifetime supply of Oreos. Only to find out just how accurate that would be. Even after this war against the dead started I have been receiving them. Not knowing who or what I was getting them from. I mean, I’m not complaining or anything no. There are just moments when I wonder who would follow me around my entire life just to give me Oreos? Or if they get paid or not. These are just some of the mysteries of life I guess, having a random Oreo supply. Let’s just hope both me and my supplier survive this war.
The date is July 14, 5026 and this war has wiped out most of the US’ population. There are gangs and groups of bandits going around right now. The nightshade gang is after nine right now. For extremely petty reasons may I add. They are after my Oreos. This particular gang scavenges for specifically Oreos. They wish to monopolize the entire supply of Oreos in the US. You can probably see the reasons they hate me. I ruin there while organization. I love that I get to mess with them, because they are not all that powerful themselves. There’s not much entertainment in the world today, during this terrible war. So any chance I get I rub it in there face that I can have all the Oreos I want. I could practically build houses with or use them and ammunition for our guns. The amount of “stuff” in these Oreos I get are completely randomizes as well. We have tried our hardest to find a pattern and there just isn’t one. One of the better things about this is that we don’t have to scavenge fo food as often as other gangs do. All we need to find is protein and water. I’m sure it’s not as healthy as having a regular meal everyday but when you’re in the situation we are, you don’t get much of a choice in meals.
The fact that we have so much extra food also brightens up the lives of many survivors we meet. When we see children we always give them a treat they haven’t seen or tasted in years. It is very rare to find a tear such as Oreos these days. You see, we are one of the nicer gangs. We take in people, not kill them on sight. Don’t get me wrong we are very powerful, all our soldiers and scavengers have an amazing shot. They got they’re target every single time. In the future we hope to rebuild some of this country as a whole. To end this horrible war and bring people together again.
