be me

> be me
> its 2116
> overpopulation has forced humanity into a position where 99.9% of jobs are at Taco Bell and new restaurant called Air Food
> From what I know they literally serve all of their shit on a fucking hovering plate, hence the name
> There is an INTENSE rivalry between the two places
> I’ve been working at Taco Bell for 90% of my life
> Now, when I said that there was a rivalry, I mean there was a God-damn fully-fledged WAR
> Seriously, towns have been split up, and all of the nation’s important capitols have been turned into major focus points for the war
> The entire New York State was taken by Air Food
> Almost the entire southwestern portion of America belonged to Taco Bell
> Philadelphia has been contested hotly for the past year or so
> It seemed that Air Food is winning, with the eastern side taken over and the other slowly giving way
> I’m on the other side
> Worried for family, when a zone is taken over, they kill off those who had jobs at the other place
> And their families
> Scared for my life and the lives of my co workers
> Working at Taco Bell on 16 hour shift
> Still poor as shit
> I work alongside my family
> My mother is sick
> They don’t even make her wear a mask
> Been having a hard time convincing my two daughters that she is dying and may not bounce back
> Time moves slowly, except for free time, which most of us spend in the sort of playground thing outside
> Exercise field and a basketball court
> The only reason it’s even there is because they teach kids in a school near it and they needed a playground
> It’s godawful but it’s all we have
> One day, a customer comes in
> He orders a taco, not surprising
> There’s something… off

More? This one's really long, so be prepared. If one of you says yes I'll keep it going.

3/10
Would not read again

STAHP

I hate myself so please continue

Fuck this sounds retarded, but go on OP

> He seems normal to everyone else, but I can see past it
> He is wearing a jacket with a collar turned up
> Over his shirt
> His… shirt…
> That’s when I see it
> Right underneath his collar, the signature blue and white colors of Air Food
> He’s looking at my daughter
> Pulls out a knife from his coat pocket, barely visible
> I leap up to the counter
> Tackle him
> Customers scream, then run out the door
> He pulls his knife
> Gets in a quick jab at my face before I pin his hand
> Bleeding, but I have to finish him
> Grab his knife
> Raise it above my head
> He’s got a sick smile
> Other hand has a hand-trigger
> Chest is bulky
> Wait a minute
> Oh, sh-
> Screams “FOR THE GLORY OF AIR FOOD!” in heavy Russian accent (Air Food is in control of Russia)
> That’s all I can remember before I blacked out
> Nurse looks at me
> “It’s okay, you’re in an infirmary”
> Bed is rock hard
> Like literally feels like rock
> Hot too
> Am I outside?
> Nurse gathers medical supplies and takes off
> “Get well soon!”
> Um, thanks?
> Face hurts
> Start to get up when somebody steps on me
> Right on my chest
> Look at shirt, ripped and I have scars all over
> Bomb must have missed vitals but still hurts like a motherfucker
> Hear bouncing
> Sit up
> I’m in the middle of a fucking basketball court
> What. The actual. Fuck.
> I’m assuming that Taco Bell just didn’t want to pay for an infirmary
> See a sign that says: “All recovering patients are given three days off work for healing”
> Look at calendar
> Two days have passed
> Still confused as to why I’m on a basketball court

Yes

> Remember family
> Don’t even say anything, just run
> Rush inside, no time for being confused
> Daughters are okay
> Mother is still ill but alive
> So relieved I don’t mind working for the rest of the day
> Do just that
> End of day, we’re closing up shop
> Mother notions for me to talk to her
> “Listen… *cough*... user…”
> She’s getting worse, I can tell
> “I don’t… have… much time…”
> “Listen! *Louder, hacking cough* You need to take Beth, Alice, and yourself across the border.”
> “What? You mean, to Food Air?
> “Yes! You know as well as I do that they will kill us if we stay. They’re winning this war. The guy that almost killed you served as a wake-up call. I’ve saved up enough money to get a guy to take you across via a guy I know.”
> Tear comes to my eye
> “But… You’re coming, right?”
> She looks me dead in the eye with serious expression
> “No, Mom, you can’t-”
> She cuts me off by handing me five dollars cash
> More money than I’ve seen in my entire life
> “Get your daughters and meet the guy outside, he’s waiting in a car in the parking lot. Under the broken streetlight.”
> “But-”
> “Now! *Fiercely coughing*”
> I didn’t say anything else, but hugged her as a goodbye
> I know this is for the better, but I’ve been here my whole life and don’t want to leave her
> She pushes me away after about 10 seconds.
> We part ways silently
> I go to the sleeping barracks
> Older daughter, thirteen years of age, Alice, is already awake.
> “Mom told me what was going on. I can walk out myself but I can’t carry Beth.”
> Nod head in understanding
> Pick up Beth in both arms from the bunk bed above Alice’s and walk to the front exit
> “What are you doing?”
> Look behind me and stare at Alice, confused
> “We can’t go out the front. They’ll catch us immediately.”
> Think for a minute and follow her out the back
> We reach the parking lot
> Car isn’t there

> They must be late
> Not good
> Guard sees us from across the building
> Lock eyes
> He runs towards us
> “RUN!”
> We run, I can’t go too fast or I’ll drop Beth
> See car across lot
> Just pulling in
> Can’t scream, out of breath
> I have a whistle in my pocket that Taco Bell gave me
> Not sure why they did but no time to contemplate
> Whistle as loud as I can
> It heard me, phew
> Car pulls up
> Window rolls down
> “Getda fohck in!”
> Notice the license plate says ‘Fre sha vaca do’
> wtf
> “Fohcking now!”
> We jump in
> It looks like this guy stole a taxi
> Total Fat Cat
> Full rippling neck beard
> Too long body coat
> Shit sunglasses
> Look in the rear-view mirror, notice that there are fuzzy dice around his neck
> The whole package baby
> Also the car smells horrible
> The odor of years of Doritos and sweat all accumulated into this car
> He floors it
> Cops follow in high speed chase
> Head down street crowded with crappy low-income apartments, with wealthiest people living in shacks they rent
> Cops at every corner
> Alice crying
> Luckily this guy knows some good maneuvers
> Tossed side to side as he turns on a dime into a system of allies that he must have taken prior to this
> We eventually come to a stop
> Fat Cat says it’s safe now
> I lay down Beth in the back seat, head on Alice’s lap
> She somehow is still asleep
> Alice stops crying

> “You gott duh dough, right?”
> Hand him the five dollars
> “Thanks dohge, I’d do dis shtuff fo’ free but gottah PRO-vihde yah dig? Also, ja mama handed me dis walkeh talkeh and tol meh tah givitoyah.”
> Take it
> Hear speaking on other end
> “Mom?”
> “Yes, it’s me. I forgot something, when you get there, my brother will be there to pick you up. There’s a breach in the territory markers between us and Air Food. You’ll be working alongside him and his wife there.”
> Hear gunshots from other end
> “What’s happening?!”
> Hear loud bang, sounds like she dropped the walkie talkie
> Keep listening
> “Why the hell aren’t you in the barracks? What do you know about the escapee?!”
> Alice is crying again, louder
> “I didn’t do anything! I don’t know!”
> Hear more gunfire and screams
> Alice screams “NO!”
> A single tear comes down my eye and I dip my head
> The war caused all of this
> I swore to myself then and there that I would do everything in my power to stop this pointless fighting
> I wouldn’t let the war take another life
> Nobody should have to feel this way
> Fat Cat says “Hey kihd, I noh how jha’ feels bout’ cho mum. Ay lost meh own bach in 2110. But we gottah mohv if wes is gon’ geht out. Cha’ dig?”
> We get out of the car, I reach into the back to grab Beth.
> That smell is finally gone
> Odor almost visibly leaking out of the car
> We hike for hours until we reach an Air Food military outpost
> Sun is coming up
> Never seen a sunrise in my life
> It’s beautiful, and I’d never thought I’d ever see one
> Fat Cat leads us to a tunnel out of sight of the gunmen
> “Thro hee’. It leads rihte unda’ dees guhngoys.”
> Seems shady but I don’t have any other options at this point
> We hike in about a mile, guided by a torch Fat Cat brought
> Alice passes out
> I go over to her side
> Still breathing
> Sigh in relief

inb4 "reply to this post or your mother..."

> Fat Cat says: “Don’ worreh bouter’. Probabre juh tired. We need tah’ shtop anywhos.”
> He’s right, I need rest too but I know there’s no way I can sleep with this stress
> I lean up Alice and Beth on a soft-ish looking pile of dirt
> Fat Cat whips out a cigarette
> Offers me one silently by holding one out
> Take it
> He starts a lighter and it starts burning
> I take a deep breath, calms me down
> We just stand there, leaning against the wall for a while
> Begin talking about how this war is destroying us
> “Yeah mah, I feels ja. Buht dis’ ain’t endin’ any time soon.”
> I look down, think for at least a minute
> “There has to be a way. I won’t give up hope.”
> Just then, Alice and Beth both wake up, almost simultaneously
> Fat Cat tells us to start moving in his sausage-water-muffled neckbeard-filtered raspy-from- smoking-but-still-nonchalant voice
> Alice explains the filtered version of what’s happening to Beth
> Beth asks where her mom is
> We go silent
> Fat Cat speaks up
> “Listen sweets, wes isn’t sho’ where jo’ mama be right no, but all wes can tell ya is dat’ she be in a bettah prace den’ we be, and that’s all I can shay.”
> It seems like she’s comforted with this information, and I look at Fatcatbro with a look of gratitude
> We proceed forward
> Finally see light at the end of the tunnel
> Not, like, the near-death experience thing, like, literal light at the end of the tunnel we’re walking in
> I sprint to it, along with Beth and Alice, but Fat Cat hangs back
> We catch up to the end and Fat Cat greets us a minute later
> From the Sun it looks like it's around 7-8 PM
> “Dish ish da’ Air Food prace. These guys tink yous is lost employees dat’ I picked up, tankfully deys isn’t ta kinds a guys who ashk questons cuz’ theys is always lookin fo’ mo’ emproyees.”
> We see a restaurant
> Look at Fat Cat as if to say ‘is this the place?’
> He nods yes
> I walk towards my new future
> Fat Cat hands me a walkie talkie

Inb4 my mother dies for not replying

> “Use dis’ in case da’ Taco Peepah start tackin ova.”
> I nod okay, depression setting in
> I walk towards the building
> Several days later…
> I’ve now been working at Air Food for about a week
> Same as Taco Bell really
> Plus uncle and aunt show me the ropes, as my mother said they would
> They picked us up just outside the door
> Working one day when my walkie talkie rings
> Pick up
> “Ey bro. It’s meh. I gottan idear, wes gon’ be da ones ta end dish war.”
> He explains his plan to assassinate the leader of Air Food, the main perpetrator of the war
> Sounds foolproof
> I go along
> What happened next was almost identical to when I left Taco Bell that night, but I brought my daughters because I didn’t want the part with my mother to repeat as well
> Fast forward a few hours, we are outside the Air Food federal government headquarters
> Fat Cat’s plan is to destroy the Air Food government from the inside out
> Neither of us want to, but it seems to be the only way
> They follow a cruel leader, so we plan to assassinate him, then destroy the building
> We found a weak point in their security, an unguarded vent that could lead to any room in the building
> Daughters wait in car
> We sneak into the place where the leader is supposedly giving a speech
> We drop in, room surprisingly unguarded
> Fat Cat’s got a gun pointed at him
> I throw him down out of his chair, in a middle of a broadcast to all of his troops
> “Please don’t kill me! I have a family!”
> “Too lahte buddeh. You’ve hurt to maneh peepah.” Fat Cat says to him
> I look at the situation, this hopeless man on the ground, and Fat Cat pointing a gun at him
> His life was going to end right now, because of our actions
> I take a deep breath and say:
> “Wait.”
> Fat Cat turns to me
> “There’s another way”
> I turn to the speaker he was talking into.

> “Attention followers of Air Food. I wish to speak to you. Now, I’ve traversed a lot of obstacles in the past few days. Now, I know you believe strongly in the jurisdiction of Air Food over Taco Bell, but we cannot shed innocent blood over control of the enemy. I used to believe in the side of Taco Bell myself, but after being a witness to the death of my own mother, and endangering the lives of my family, I’ve learned that when a life takes a life, and both sides suffer, there is no winner. Now I ask you all to abandon your weapons, and please, unite these two sides to make the world a better place for all.”
> Room is absolutely silent for a few seconds
> Suddenly I can hear the building erupt with cheers
> I smile
> Fat Cat is almost in tears, he helps the Air Food leader to his feet, who’s crying, talking about all the bad he has done
> I tell him calmly that we forgive him
> Fast forward several months
> The people of this new empire tried to name me their king, but I told them I’ll settle for prince and give the king name to Fat Cat
> Find out his real name is Albert
> King Albert
> King Albert John Revolio The Third
> WAY too fancy a name for him
> Two sides united under a single name and flag
> I’ll get to the name later
> Flag is of a floating Taco
> Daughters given a great life
> I am finally at peace
> Years later, I’m talking with Beth, who’s now married
> Sitting in a full-all-out THRONE
> “This is incredible, Dad.”
> I smile, and close my eyes, thinking of all the greatness that we now live in. It’s completely different, like my life got turned upside down
> “Just one question: How did you ever manage to do it?
> Sigh as I explain: “I’ll tell you, but it might take a minute or two”
> She sits down
> “Okay! Tell me!”

> Am quiet for a second
> “Dad?”
> Narrow my eyes, I was looking away, but I look at her from the corner of my eye
> She looks a bit weirded out
> I turn my head and stop abruptly so that I’m looking straight at her
> Breathe in
> Breathe out
> She looks genuinely concerned
> A smile stretches from ear to ear as I turn and say:
> Now this is a story all about how
> My life got flipped-turned upside down
> And I'd like to take a minute
> Just sit right there
> I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

> In west Philadelphia born and raised
> On the playground was where I spent most of my days
> Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
> And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
> When a couple of guys who were up to no good
> Started making trouble in my neighborhood
> I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
> She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

> I whistled for a cab and when it came near
> The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
> If anything I could say that this cab was rare
> But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
> – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."

> I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
> And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
> I looked at my kingdom
> I was finally there
> To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

Fuck well played

Damn dude you read that fast

Nicely done.

Chekt

fantastic. 11/10

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