《Tales of a main character》Special Chapter - 1: The boring monologue of the author about his schoollife and I mean it!
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“Seriously, Takeo. This is my show now. And I’m not boring. What I talk about is very interesting. I’m sure. The audience agrees with me.” (Author)
“I don't know about the audience. But I can confirm that you have bored me on 19 separate occasions.”(Takeo)
“Would you just fuck for one goddamn chapter? Or you do want me to be an angry Roman Emperor.”(Author)
“Okay. Okay. Stop pointing that Damnatio Memoriae at me.”(Takeo)
Well, This is an unusual chapter. But I hope you enjoy this chapter. If you do not. Well, you clicked this link, bud. I didn't force you to.
"For most of us, the past is a regret and the future a experiment." - Mark Twain
Mark Twain was generous when he said that. Well, what else do you expect from an optimist?
For most of us or a quarter of the conscious population of humanity. The past is a mistake, we want to forget. Something we don’t want to remember or relive. Nothing less than remeberence of failure in a situation we want to change results of. The future is pretty much predictable by looking at past events. But it is unpredictable due to our lack of knowledge of events that may alter our prediction of it. Nothing is certain, only things that are certain are taxes and death. But it is something better than the past and something more horrifying than the present.
The present is like capitalism. It is both the happiest and the worse time in a person’s life depending on that person’s view on things.
So in simpler terms, the past is full of regrets. The future is stressful and depressing to the point where blowing your brains out with a gun or hanging youself or watching loli hentai seems better. And so by my deduction of elimination. I can say that the present is the happiest moment in a person’s life. But it ultimately depends on the person. It is a bloody miraculous world!
But I would be certainly entertaining myself if I said the present is the best time to live in. The present is like a visit to the corpse party world and also a trip to the oasis filled with a all that you wished for despite gender. For me, bunch of guns, anime, translated manga, my favourite animated 2d girls (Which are female badasses with guns. For example – Valmet and Chiquita from Jormungand), A library full of Knowledge of all of existence and the creator’s (Allah, God, Bhagwan, Jehovah, Jesus, Kek or whatever you call the almighty being known to create the ever expanding universe) multidimensional porn collection. And many more things that I don't want to disclose.
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For a person, happiness only lasts for a few moments and sadness last forever. Some may say that, “That’s just the cruelty humans have to endure from the modern societal world.” But I would say, “It’s just the human condition.”
Like one man from a novel by Wataru Watari put it,
“It doesn't matter if you laugh or cry. The planets keep rotating around the sun and one day, this circus of life will end and I will certainly miss it.” (Hachiman Hikigaya)
In the end, All I wanna say is that life is one miserable shade of white, a very greyish white. Nothing you can do about except laugh it off. Even though your crying inside.
Now that is over, I will continue to something more shittier. My real life school life. If you get bored, it’s not my fault. You clicked this link, not me. I will try to make it as less depressing as I can and more sarcastic than I subsequently can. But I assure you I’ll not give you an ounce of optimism because I’m seriously pessimistic. If I do. Well, deal with it. Like the JRA.
Well, my daily school routine consists of 6 periods or classes (Whatever school system you may follow, someone should’ve killed John Locke before he could write that inspired the creation of the school education system), followed by 2 mandatory school coaching classes and a hour of recess or tifin break.
And what I do at school is no mystery. I try to be naked snake, of course. I try to be as stealthty as I can be. And it mostly works because of my average appearance (I’m kinda tall) and I also have average results in tests. In short, I can smoothly blend in with the crowd. But that isn't always the case, because of my (Great)intellect and my urge to correct people about some facts and trivia. That pisses a lot of people like some of the teachers at my school. You can't blame me for that. If it's any closure, they were close minded idiots and they are still. But in a democracy, what else can ya do but live with them.
I would rather go to a library than school. But I go to school everyday. Even though I hate it. Going to school for a few hours frees me from the burden of home and family beauracracy. But currently that feeling is non existent. It seems everything even school has been effected with monotony. Now, all I find happiness in is writing these novels and sitting in silence by myself, reading The Outsider by Albert Camus.
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Most of you find that boring and more depressing than seeing polar bear scream in pain because his dick snapped in to two. If that happened to a human, ally or foe. He would have my sympathies.
Life is too Ironic. Like that time I thought there was a another season of Infinite Stratos incoming. But in the end, it was just a fallacy. Like the penial breakage of a Sea lion. That was probably a horrible image for you to imagine.
Learning what sadness is to appreciate what happiness. Sadness is not being able to watch a full anime in the last 3 weeks. Happiness is being able to pass the exams, barely.
Absence to value presence. Don’t know what to say. But definitely talking about a ghost, I deduce.
Noise to value silence. That is a sentimental anecdote from me. I don't wanna bore you. So I won't discuss it here. But copulation of noise can make us value the beauty of silence. For silence, it is a beauty woman with an distinctly Irish name. Oh shit.. that's the Banshee.
Let me tell you a interesting story. During my fourth grade annual exams. Some of my classmates and I snuck into the graveyard which was infront of our school and just beside the church. If you were wondering, it was a missionary school. The school was on a hill. There we stayed for a couple of minutes looking at the graves. Most of them were transferred here from somewhere else. There was also a memorial there of some kind, I think. One of the most creepiest things I have seen in my was grave there was a unmarked and small grave. From the looks of it, most of us could assumed it was a infant’s grave. Which sends chills up my spine. While, rest got cold feet returned to the land of living on the other side of the wall that we climbed over to get access to the graveyard. In simpler terms, we broke in. Because they didn't allow student to enter the cemetery. But don't worry, this little extra curricular activity of mine didn't hamper my results of the exam I gave on that day. That actually gave me resolve and played a part in what I am today. Plus, Death is a pretty cool thing.
If I didn't take a initiative on that day. You would not have gotten to read these series. Because I wouldn't have written it. But a lot of interesting events led to who I am today. It led to my incredible cultivation of useful and useless knowledge.
Oh and if you were wondering, Takeo is not based on me.
“That's a lie. I’m based partly on you”(Takeo)
“(Points Damnatio Memoriae at Takeo)” (Author)
“I revoke my claims. Everything I have said is false. I swear it on the big breasts of the women in a hentai game, I have totally forgot about. Long live his almighty great authorship and big ass laser pointing pen.”(Takeo)
Well, with that gentleman and ladies.
I end this chapter and with the announcement of the end of the 1st Volume of Tales of a main character. With Takeo back as your favourite dumbfounded MC. Volume 2 is gonna be soon. But there are still 4 chapters left for the 1st Volume of Tales of a main character.
“Hurray!”(Takeo)
“Um...Takeo, I need to talk to you about something.”(Author)
“Yes, What is it, Author-san?”(Takeo)
“Actually, I wanna do a hentai novel series. Do you wanna participate in it ?” (Author)
“Everyday, we stray further way from the good”(Takeo)
“Hey. You said you wanted to be involved in erotic situations. Ain't this a dream come true for you?”(Author)
“Well, I didn't think you were serious about it. For christ sake. For bloody Jehovah's witness sake, Just make it look good and I’ll participate. Remember big tities only for me.”(Takeo)
“Uhhh........sure.......”(Author)
*Giggles I should be an actor. Did you see that? Hahaha. He fell for it. But I feel bad trolling him. But why should I feel guilty when the person I trolled is just an abstract construc of a person that does not exist in the real world? Who fucking knows!
----------------------Fin------------------------
I know, it's cliched. But we live a cliched life.
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