Realizing
ones destiny is a very scary thought. Take it form me mouchacho, for I have
peered into the future only to see my current sad state of affairs pave the way
to my destiny or fate if you will.
See
it all starts off when you’re a kid, like lets say roughly around the age of
6. Everything is great at the age of six. You’re brain is used to conjure up
“imaginary” peers, (well that’s what the doctors keep telling me) and
caterpillars look mighty tasty. There’s no danger in the world...well except
for the time me and my best friend got flashed by a 30 something pervert that
resembled David Koresh, and insisted that he could screw a beat up Zephyr, all
the power to ya...but anyways back to me. So yeah so I’m 6 and all I need to
worry about is learning my letters and colors and stuff, right? WRONG, you see all that stuff began to build into the big
picture and before you know it BIGETY BAM , you’re sole mission in life is to
save the Galaxy.
This
whole Galaxy safeguarding started out about the time I got into Star Trek, which
was at a very young age. This fate of mine was brought into plain sight at the
time V The Final Battle was broadcast. I know you’re thinking, how could any
sane parent permit a child to watch such milarkee. Well my parents were not sane
and I had allot of babysitters. As long as I let the babysitter lock me in the
dryer for 5 min, I was cool to watch whatever I wanted. My parents had figured
out that I was the future messiah of the galaxy, but they thought it might be
too dangerous of a task for me, so I was forbidden to pursue my powers any
further.
Now
you axe, so how are you’re current actions revealing your destiny. Well really
they’re not. I couldn’t tell you what tomorrow or the next day hold. But
what I can tell you is that I see things in dreams, and thus far nothing I’ve
seen in these “dreams” has come true, but none the less I just know stuff.
So
really this is a small biography of a Galactic hero that was never allowed to
pursue her own fate. So now you can find me in dungeons, because I’ve gone
insane and strongly believe I’m a Vampire. But hey if you’re part of the
select chosen few and you have been silenced by the elders, join me in my
confined space that seats many and delivers many a strange brew and perhaps the
Galaxy will once again be safe.
editors note: The above piece was written by a friend of mine, her name is none of your damned business, but she's funny and I like her. and she's a girl.