Basically, I was for some reasons im the marine corps in my own estate where I live. Everyone had really odd guns, like supersoakers and spudguns.
Then the cripz and bloodz.....(blue and red?...im guessing thats what they were)
Started running up the street and i went home to get something to help out and my dad randomly suggested a nail and a tube to fire a bullet.
Then he disappeared, i opened my door and got shot in the heart by a gang.
Which led to me waking up, dead on-time for school getup time.
:/
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tick makes me tock.