adapted for/featured in book #34
You can't say you're going to do a school shooting, especially in a work of fiction, lest the writer reveal their intentions, or—worse—unconscious need and desire to return to roost and finish what they started: an education?
That my sons, Mustard and Jackhammer Belle, decided to name the villain after me, Scampi Wilkes-Boof, their true and only father—if not "step dad" by traditional"definition"—in their mega-bestselling RPG-style videogame series V.O.I.D. KNIGHTS certainly hurt... in my wallet.
You can't eat sour feelings and betrayal. And I'm destitute. Been living on the streets since sending those brats to videogames college bankrupted the hell out of me. Twas an elite Vietnamese videogames college at that!
I don't have a permit for this gun. This gun is a dream. This dream is my novel about the school shooter I'm going to write. I've never fired a…
Hold on a second. There is a ring at the door. And the person who is wearing the ring is knocking uncontrollably. It is my papa and he is mad. My papa's name is Slab and he makes me call him papa.
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