Virginia Tech: A Cho-ose Your Own Adventure
It's early on a Monday morning. You wake up and find you have your dorm room to yourself. The night before, your roommates had been talking about "hooking up" with some girls they met on Facebook while you were busy ignoring them and putting the finishing touches on your three page manifesto explaining why you decided to go on a shooting spree today...
You are senior English major at Virginia Tech College and pretty much hate the world. People have been treating you badly ever since your family immigrated to this country from South Korea. You thought that after you graduated high school, things would get better. At least in high school, despite the racial slurs and insults, you had something to look forward to. You'd go to the university, get recognized for your psychological and disturbing plays and people would shower you with money, fame, and love.
But that wasn't the case. If anything, college was worse. People thought you were creepy and weird and ignored you. When you presented your work to your English workshops, they didn't appreciate the nuances of anal rape and Guns N' Roses lyrics, yet showered the people who wrote about how their grandmother's house smelled with adoration. Your teacher even referred you to psychological counseling. Cunt.
And the girls at your school are whores. They'll fuck nearly any guy that asks them and brag about it in the cafeteria. But not you. They won't give an nice, quiet, shy guy like you the time of day. They're more interested in some rich idiot who smokes pot all day and basically wastes their parents' money while your family struggles to make tuition each year on the profits of their dry cleaning business.
And there is nothing to look forward to after college. You see now that this is a microcosm of how the world works and you want to see that world in flames.
Over the past months, you saved up enough money to buy a Glock 19 and a .22 Walther, as well as some high capacity magazines you had to get off eBay since they're rare and have only been legal since the assault rifle ban expired a few years ago. After filing off the serial numbers and buying enough ammunition to take out a small army, you are set to go.
However, the night before in a dream a moment of doubt touches you. Perhaps you should give the world one last chance to redeem itself in your eyes. There is a girl who lives in your dorm who you are in love with. Perhaps if she can see the desperation in your eyes and find a way to love you back, you will spare the school from your rage.
You sit up and your stomach growls. You had spent so much time and effort crafting your manifesto last night that you forgot to eat dinner. There is a Tupperware sitting on your desk filled with some rice, kimchee, and dog meat that your mother gave to you to eat. Maybe you should eat first. After all, you have a long day ahead of you...
You are senior English major at Virginia Tech College and pretty much hate the world. People have been treating you badly ever since your family immigrated to this country from South Korea. You thought that after you graduated high school, things would get better. At least in high school, despite the racial slurs and insults, you had something to look forward to. You'd go to the university, get recognized for your psychological and disturbing plays and people would shower you with money, fame, and love.
But that wasn't the case. If anything, college was worse. People thought you were creepy and weird and ignored you. When you presented your work to your English workshops, they didn't appreciate the nuances of anal rape and Guns N' Roses lyrics, yet showered the people who wrote about how their grandmother's house smelled with adoration. Your teacher even referred you to psychological counseling. Cunt.
And the girls at your school are whores. They'll fuck nearly any guy that asks them and brag about it in the cafeteria. But not you. They won't give an nice, quiet, shy guy like you the time of day. They're more interested in some rich idiot who smokes pot all day and basically wastes their parents' money while your family struggles to make tuition each year on the profits of their dry cleaning business.
And there is nothing to look forward to after college. You see now that this is a microcosm of how the world works and you want to see that world in flames.
Over the past months, you saved up enough money to buy a Glock 19 and a .22 Walther, as well as some high capacity magazines you had to get off eBay since they're rare and have only been legal since the assault rifle ban expired a few years ago. After filing off the serial numbers and buying enough ammunition to take out a small army, you are set to go.
However, the night before in a dream a moment of doubt touches you. Perhaps you should give the world one last chance to redeem itself in your eyes. There is a girl who lives in your dorm who you are in love with. Perhaps if she can see the desperation in your eyes and find a way to love you back, you will spare the school from your rage.
You sit up and your stomach growls. You had spent so much time and effort crafting your manifesto last night that you forgot to eat dinner. There is a Tupperware sitting on your desk filled with some rice, kimchee, and dog meat that your mother gave to you to eat. Maybe you should eat first. After all, you have a long day ahead of you...