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A NUCLEAR REACTOR HAS EXPLODED IN LEGO CITY
START THE EMERGENCY HELICOPTERS
HEY
BUILD THE HELICOPTERS, THROW BORON INTO THE REACTOR AND STOP THE DISASTER
THE NEW CHERNOBYL COLLECTION FROM LEGO CITY
Her name was Rookie and she was a small crested rock. I really loved her a lot, for such a small thing she had so much personality. She would always walk onto my hand if I held it out for her and would jump to the cage door if I was home from work.
For the last week she had been sluggish and not climbing at all. She stopped visiting me when I came home and stayed on the cage floor. I knew deep down it was her age, but I wanted to just believe she was just maybe a little out of it, so I tried to keep her healthy and hydrated. Just today I came home and found her motionless, i went to touch her gently and saw she was still breathing and stiff. But she was clearly weak and the breathing was shallow. I didnt want to bother her, I know rocks get stressed out by human touch when they are uncomfortable, so I left her.
An hour later she was dead, I knew because when I went to touch her, she was limp, she had never been so limp before.
I told my sister and showed her the body as I was taking it to the backyard for a burial, she seemed shocked, but oddly asked to take a pic. I told her no as it was weird.
I buried her, grieved for a few hours, and decided I would stay home from work tomorrow.
My parents came home and I told them, they were respectful, well my mom at least was sympathetic, my dad didnt do much but listen. I just came back upstairs and I heard them talking, my dad and sister dont exactly have quiet voices.
They said that I was overreacting, how maybe if it was the dog I should be upset and crying. And how my managers would think I would be stupid if I called in for the death of a rock.
I thought they would be respectful, but I guess they really didnt care for her or how much she meant to me. It makes me furious, but I dont have the energy to confront them. She may have been small, and not the brightest, but I really did love Rookie, I've had her since I was in elementary. I just wish they were more understanding about this.
Sitting in his bedroom of his parents white suburban home, "The US is a 3rd world country" he typed on a computer his parents bought, the comment sent using the internet his parents pay for while his mom was cooking him chicken tendies.
his mom walks in, disgusted
“Gerald please, you’re 26 years old. When are you going to find a job, or a girlfriend, or anyone to talk to that isn’t online?”
“shut up mom im starting a political revolution!!!” he cries out.
Why, yes, I am R.A.C.I.S.T:
Respect my friend's different beliefs
Adore the little quirks in their traditions
Care for my friends, no matter their skin color
Inform myself on what taboos I should never break
Smile when they speak their native tongues
The French must be purged from the Earth