Nirvana
Two Thousand Club
"Thanks?" Naomi says, a bit questioningly. She then starts on a creative writing essay, about the world ending. SHe smiles. Well, this'll be easy! She thinks, and rapidly writes.
I jab the button on the side of my camcorder, hitting record. The world will need of new record of what this current version of mankind has done; they must know why they must pay for it.
“Hello.” I say, smirking into the lens of the camera, “I am Mary-Jane, the founder of the so-called ‘terrorist’ group, the Apocalyptica's. We are not terrorists. On the other hand, we are invested in saving the world. That is why it will burn. Mankind must pay for what they have done, and burn along with the majestic earth. Pollutants spoil streams and oceans, and no one pays.”
I grin manically, pausing for dramatic effect, “Now they will. They will die in a glorious fire of truth; no one will be left. Except for us. You, the new people of Earth are the chosen ones in our groups descendants. You will keep our planet beautiful no matter what.” I grin, and stop the filming. There will be no electricity after the bomb.
I stand and walk to the cliff. I smile down at the world, and spread my arms. I welcome death, I don’t shy away from the inevitable.
“Release.” I proudly say to my fellows, and a bomb is raised. I laugh maniacally, smiling at the prospect of gulping in the fresh air as our atmosphere erupts.
The bomb is not atomic, or even capable f harming the earth. In t minus ten seconds, the large machine will rupture our atmosphere. It takes a minute, and all not sealed into a special chamber will die. Their skin will bubble and burst, their eyes bleed. They will no longer ruin this planet, and no one but them must die. The superior, majestic race left would recreate mankind.
I counted down, my hair whirling about my face. Black as pitch, gleaming in the white light put off by our sun, burning the greenhouse gases in the air.
As of 21907, the Earth would be cleansed. No more poisons being spewed into our rivers, air. Only the rich live in comfort, with purified air while we breath their putrid fumes.
I wait patiently, counting down.
10...9...8
I grin wildly, my pale brown eyes gleaming in the suns flaming light.
7...6...5
My dark brown skin shines with sweat, similar to that of my ancestors.
4...3...2
My thin fire colored dress whips around me, and I spread my arms wider; I welcome the blast.
1
The number one flickers into my mind, and I grin wildly as all hell breaks loose. I begin to die, laughing wildly as my skin bubbles and boils, as oxygen is sucks out of my lungs. Before My heart and lungs burst, I take a wild gulp of oxygen, or carbon dioxide. It’s hard to determine which is which. I feel a lung burt, and shut my eyes. I flow to the ground, smiling gently as my life abandons me.
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“Hello.” I say, smirking into the lens of the camera, “I am Mary-Jane, the founder of the so-called ‘terrorist’ group, the Apocalyptica's. We are not terrorists. On the other hand, we are invested in saving the world. That is why it will burn. Mankind must pay for what they have done, and burn along with the majestic earth. Pollutants spoil streams and oceans, and no one pays.”
I grin manically, pausing for dramatic effect, “Now they will. They will die in a glorious fire of truth; no one will be left. Except for us. You, the new people of Earth are the chosen ones in our groups descendants. You will keep our planet beautiful no matter what.” I grin, and stop the filming. There will be no electricity after the bomb.
I stand and walk to the cliff. I smile down at the world, and spread my arms. I welcome death, I don’t shy away from the inevitable.
“Release.” I proudly say to my fellows, and a bomb is raised. I laugh maniacally, smiling at the prospect of gulping in the fresh air as our atmosphere erupts.
The bomb is not atomic, or even capable f harming the earth. In t minus ten seconds, the large machine will rupture our atmosphere. It takes a minute, and all not sealed into a special chamber will die. Their skin will bubble and burst, their eyes bleed. They will no longer ruin this planet, and no one but them must die. The superior, majestic race left would recreate mankind.
I counted down, my hair whirling about my face. Black as pitch, gleaming in the white light put off by our sun, burning the greenhouse gases in the air.
As of 21907, the Earth would be cleansed. No more poisons being spewed into our rivers, air. Only the rich live in comfort, with purified air while we breath their putrid fumes.
I wait patiently, counting down.
10...9...8
I grin wildly, my pale brown eyes gleaming in the suns flaming light.
7...6...5
My dark brown skin shines with sweat, similar to that of my ancestors.
4...3...2
My thin fire colored dress whips around me, and I spread my arms wider; I welcome the blast.
1
The number one flickers into my mind, and I grin wildly as all hell breaks loose. I begin to die, laughing wildly as my skin bubbles and boils, as oxygen is sucks out of my lungs. Before My heart and lungs burst, I take a wild gulp of oxygen, or carbon dioxide. It’s hard to determine which is which. I feel a lung burt, and shut my eyes. I flow to the ground, smiling gently as my life abandons me.
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