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Had a dream last night, and in it, I& #39;d become the very thing I& #39;d sworn to destroy. A white person.
I& #39;m a young, aspiring actor in my early teens, who JUST moved to Los Angeles because of his (also white, also actor) parents.
Had a dream last night, and in it, I& #39;d become the very thing I& #39;d sworn to destroy. A white person.
I& #39;m a young, aspiring actor in my early teens, who JUST moved to Los Angeles because of his (also white, also actor) parents.
I audition for my dream role. A comic-book super-villain. An evil mastermind whose voice shrill as hell because it hasn& #39;t broken yet. I was MADE for this role.
But the casting director rejects me without thinking twice because, apparently, I was not menacing enough.
But the casting director rejects me without thinking twice because, apparently, I was not menacing enough.
And what do I do? I model my entire life after Shrill-boy. I can& #39;t pass off as a murderous super-villain? Pfft, watch me.
You know what they say in science fiction. Apocalypse begins at home. My family soon dropped dead but there was no evidence pointing to me because obviously.
You know what they say in science fiction. Apocalypse begins at home. My family soon dropped dead but there was no evidence pointing to me because obviously.
And this is no Marvel™ bullshit either. It takes me several decades to completely harness my powers.
Fast forward 70 years and I& #39;m grandpa-walking but still shrill-talking. Blurred vision, slurred speech. What a combo.
Fast forward 70 years and I& #39;m grandpa-walking but still shrill-talking. Blurred vision, slurred speech. What a combo.
My super-villain costume is a baby-mask. I& #39;m like Joker, but way worse because you suspect there& #39;s a possibility I might cry. Very, very loudly and for prolonged periods of time.
I need babyfood to keep my shrill-voice intact.
And by babyfood, I don& #39;t mean I eat actual babies, but I do steal babies& #39; food, then eat it. In huge quantities too, because us super-villains need our proteins.
Either way, babies dying. Who cares if it& #39;s by malice or by hunger.
And by babyfood, I don& #39;t mean I eat actual babies, but I do steal babies& #39; food, then eat it. In huge quantities too, because us super-villains need our proteins.
Either way, babies dying. Who cares if it& #39;s by malice or by hunger.
Some Multinational Kindergarten headquartered in Dallas funds an ensemble of superheroes. Think Avengers, but comprised entirely of toddlers.
These kids are injected with some sort of serum, which gives them a bunch of wrinkles on their faces.
These kids are injected with some sort of serum, which gives them a bunch of wrinkles on their faces.
In a way, it made sense. The only way you can destroy an old young man is with several young old men.
And yeah, they killed me, but it was worth it. Because the news kept referring to me as the Real Shrill-boy and that I made the comic-book guy seem like a piece of fiction.
And yeah, they killed me, but it was worth it. Because the news kept referring to me as the Real Shrill-boy and that I made the comic-book guy seem like a piece of fiction.
Which he was, but no one seemed to bring that up. Guess that& #39;s America for you. Anyhoo, end of thread. Get out of my head now.
