Now that I have your attention, I can happily tell you that I have nothing to say :D

ffffff,;

http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/
437393

Nobody cares.

I'M WARNING YOU, I'VE REALIZED THE STORY SUCKS.

My first short story. I guess you could call it a sci-fi story if anything. Tell me what you think.

===========================

"I feel better."

He was lying in a bed, awoken from anesthesia. He heard a woman saying in a cold, emotionless voice: "Cybernetic prosthetic addition to patient successful." Odd.

As he regained his eyesight he saw three surgeons looking over him: two women, one man. One of the women was holding a recorder to her mouth, she was obviously the woman who had just documented the outcome of the 'cybernetic prosthetic addition to patient'. The other female surgeon, an obviously kinder person by nature, leaned in on him and nicely asked: "How do you feel, mister Longly?"

"Ugh, fine, I suppose." he muttered. The effect of the anesthesia wasn't completely gone yet. "What... What's going on?"

"You don't remember, do you?" the male surgeon asked in a quiet, slightly surprised voice. "Well, good for y..."

The female surgeon with the recorder was seemingly tired by this petty talk and interrupted the man: "Mister Longly, the procedure of amputating your left hand and left leg and giving you cybernetic prosthetics of the aforementioned limbs has gone down successfully. We will now leave you to rest." After a little bit of stalling, all three surgeons left the room.

"I feel stronger."

After a few days of rest, David Longly was already making short walks to the hospital kitchen and bathroom. As was explained to him, he suffered in a car crash. He had been driving in his car when a bus had hit it on the left side on an intersection. His left hand and leg became stuck in the deformed car and was crushed by the weight of it. He remembered nothing of the incident. Because of the irreversible consequences the crash had on Davids limbs it was decided that he would have the little that was rest of his hand and leg amputated in favor of experimental cybernetic prosthetics. These prosthetics were linked directly to Davids brain and became part of his organism.

In three months time, it was time for David to leave the hospital. As the doctor supervising David's recovery was filling out his check-out papers, he said to David in a weary tone: "Before you go, Dave, there's something you should know about your, um, new... limbs."

"Is there anything wrong?" David asked seeing that the doctor was bothered by something.

"Um, no, I wouldn't say there's something particularly wrong, it's just that... the prosthetics are strong. What I mean is that, um, you'll feel like a... like a heavy lifter on steroids." he quietly chuckled before continuing. "Um, you get the point, right?" David nodded with a little smile on his face before the doctor continued. "Don't let it, um, get to your head. Be very careful. The prosthetics could lead to, um... egomania."

"I'm sure I'll be fine, doc. I've always had a very healthy self-esteem. It would take a lot to turn me into an egomaniac." David said in a friendly tone, trying to cheer up the weary doctor (which was obviously not working as the doctor was still dead serious).

"I am stronger."

David was back on his feet almost immediately after leaving the hospital. He was doing his old job as an illustrator for a magazine. He was soon to receive his car insurance money. Trivial things like taking the groceries home had become easier due to his strong prosthetics. Overall, David thought that life was better than ever.

The editors of "Goal!" magazine were always busy and always in a hurry. They worked on each fifty page issue of the magazine for a week. It was like a complex clockwork mechanism. Every little gear had to be in perfect order for the clock to work, and recently, a little gear called David Longly, wasn't working properly. Since returning from the hospital, David had started to come in late to work.

While working on page layout for the new issue for the magazine, David's boss came up to him. He was a man of discipline and accuracy with a serious attitude towards just about everything.

As David looked up to him, his boss begun: "What the hell, Dave?! What's going on? Ever since you returned from that hospital you've been slacking off. We've already missed THREE GODDAMN DEADLINES BECAUSE OF YOU!"

David's boss had a big personality.

"Sir, I..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DAVE! I HAVEN'T THE FAINTEST IDEA WHY I SHOULDN'T FIRE YOU RIGHT NOW ON THE SPOT!" He took a breath. "It's not like you're the best in your game! There's TEN GODDAMN UNIVERSITY KIDS WAITING IN LINE FOR YOUR FUCKING JOB!"

By this time everyone in the large editorial board was looking at the two. It was obvious that David was getting angry. Everyone knew that a large argument was stirring.

"Besides, Dave..." David's boss was saying, obviously trying to keep it down.

"With all due respect, sir..." David interrupted him to everyones surprise, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! IN WHAT POSITION ARE YOU TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT?!"

"I'M YOUR GODDAMN BOSS, DAVID!"

"I AM BETTER THAN YOU!" David finally said out loud what he had thought ever since the return from the hospital.

David's boss was shocked. "Leave." he said. "Leave." David did.

"I am better."

David was unemployed. He tried getting some jobs but apparently always left a bad impression. Today was the day that he would receive the insurance money for his car. David hadn't expected that he'd need that money that much.

He arrived at the bank to pick up his money. Every ATM he saw that day was busy and with a line of people waiting to use it. Only upon his arrival at the bank did he realize how silly it was for him to believe that the bank would be any better. He got in line behind a short, scrubby man.

David addressed the man: "Excuse me." The man turned around slightly annoyed by this. David continued: "Let me in line before you."

"Haha, why should I do that?" the man replied, obviously humored by David. "I was here first, mate."

"I understand that, but I need you to let me go in line before you. I should be picking up my insurance money right now. I should not stand in line." David wasn't even planing to give up.

"Come on, mate, that's ridiculous!" The man angrily replied and turned away from David.

David was also starting to get angry: "Let me in line before you!"

"NO!" The man couldn't take it any more.

"Little man..." David said "I am BETTER THAN YOU!"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MATE?!"

"I! AM! BETTER!" David yelled and flung his fist at the mans face. His left fist. The man fell to the floor, his face covered in blood. David was so mad at this man that he didn't stop at that. He raised his leg and stepped into the mans stomach, causing him to cough up blood. At this point security guards were coming for David. David kicked the man a few more times before assaulting the two aged security guards, who were trying to get a hold of him. He punched one of them and kicked the other, making them, just like the man before them, fall to the ground. He finished both security guards off the same way he did the man - by kicking them in the stomach. They didn't get up. The man didn't get up. Only then did David snap out of his rage.

David had killed three people. He had assaulted a man for something standing in line before him. He was a killer. He was an egomaniac.

David frantically ran out of the bank.

Upon his return to his apartment, David went out to his balcony. He lived on the thirteenth floor of the building.

He jumped.

popcorn

<3 the chain.

IT'S A FUCKING CONSPIRACY. RED, WHITE, BLACK, RED, WHITE, BLACK.

DON'T YOU SEE IT? DON'T YOU FUCKING SEE IT?!

He totally tried to hump me last night. I shit you not.

Yay. Really love Portal. Never played HL 2 before too. Also getting into it.