The Ninja Epidemic
You step in at him with uncanny speed and agility, bringing your baseball bat down with extreme effort. The ninja dodges to the side and smacks you accross the face with his nunchaku. You hear your nose cartalidge break under the pressure of the blow and feel a gushing downpour of blood, like a faucet on your face.
You step back, reeling in pain, as your eyes blur with the sudden presence of tears. You feel a heavy blow hit the side of your head and soon after feel your body hit the ground. The nunchaku blows continue to rain down upon you in a relentless assault.
You don't have to see to know that you will be dead soon. You think back on your life as the nunchaku continues to strike you over and over again. You wonder what your life would have been like if you had defeated the ninjas. You wonder what life would have been like if you never encountered the ninjas. You wonder what life would be like. And if death is a void or a wonderful afterlife.
You won't have to wonder for long.
You step back, reeling in pain, as your eyes blur with the sudden presence of tears. You feel a heavy blow hit the side of your head and soon after feel your body hit the ground. The nunchaku blows continue to rain down upon you in a relentless assault.
You don't have to see to know that you will be dead soon. You think back on your life as the nunchaku continues to strike you over and over again. You wonder what your life would have been like if you had defeated the ninjas. You wonder what life would have been like if you never encountered the ninjas. You wonder what life would be like. And if death is a void or a wonderful afterlife.
You won't have to wonder for long.
