Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25974603-20151107063402

-First Recorded on April 20th, 2036-

"Is this thing on? Alright, it is.

Anyway, my name is Mitchell Davis. I am currently 43 years old at the time of this recording.

Yeah, I'm old. And let me tell you, I've seen plenty of fucked up things in my time on this "wonderful" planet. I was born in Compton, California. Despite what the lyrics in shitty gangster rap songs will tell you, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

At all.

I first saw a dead corpse at the age of twelve. Terrifying, right? Smelled absolutely disgusting. Wasn't the last one, either.

But, enough about the past. Let's talk about the present.

The world has completely gone to shit.

Ever since I almost got blown the fuck up back in New York City, I've been struggling to survive. And, I have met a lot of....interesting people. Talking trains. A almost seemingly emotionless woman, a rude lesbian named Alana, and some guy who chose to dye his hair white. Didn't take him very seriously, to be honest. I was trying my very best to not laugh when I first saw him. I stopped giving a shit about that guy after he choked...what was her name again? Shade? Stupid choice for a nickname, but whatever. I never really liked seeing girls get hurt, I guess. Guy's probably dead in a ditch somewhere.

As far as I know, almost everybody is dead. Janette died in that factory, and Alana died of  Class IV hemmorhaging about a year ago. Daniel died in his sleep at the shack that me and Alana stayed in. I kinda miss that guy, actually. Had a good sense of humor. I promised to myself to take care of Alana's daughter, Joanna, after she died, but then she wound up running off two months later after she died.

Huh. I always seem to lose the ones closest to me, don't I? I've seen my best friend die of a drug overdose. I've seen one of my friends die in a drive-by because he ripped someone off in a crack deal.

Maybe that's how it's supposed to be? Am I supposed to be alone for the rest of my life? If I ever fall in love with someone, will I have to worry about them dying?

...looks like I'm running out of battery. Oh well, I was just about to go to sleep, anyways.

See you in the next recording."

-end-

(I'll probably show more recordings, maybe show Mitchell's eventual downfall?

Hope you enjoyed.) 