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The Communist Revolution - Strong... ish Language and Rebelious aweomeness. Might offend Capitalists and Communists... and fatcats. on Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:03 pm
St. Jimmy
I liek munkees
Chapter 1
It was the year 2012, I, Vladimir Olisov, was lying on the streets covered in piss, probably my friends seeing he hasn't got the desency to go to the public toilets. My vodka was lying on the floor, half of it spilt, £5 gone, just drained away by the people's footsteps and the desperate drunk tramps slurping it off the grey floor. This was what many would call London Underground, my friends - moretheless my family seeing I have no mutual family - would call it home. I call it, a shithole.
I just stared at the Vodka bottle, I didn't even bother picking it up. Suddenly, I saw another rich fat cat pick it up and pocketing it, as if his billions weren't enough for him already. Annoyed, I got up and walked over to the prick who just pocketed my vodka bottle.
"Give it back, mighty lord of monopoly," I said through gritted teeth. He just ignored me like the asshole he was, I grabbed his shoulder.
"Get the fuck off me you poor scum," said the arrogant fat cat.
I had enough with this crap, I pushed him too the floor, the fat idiot couldn't even get up. I grabbed him and threw him against the wall.
"What have you got against poor people, huh?" I raged in his face.
The arrogant fat cat just said, "Nothing apart from that they smell like vodka and shit on the floor!" he said, feeling offended for some reason. He followed that with a "Commie Bastard,". He probably noticed my Sickle and Hammer handkerchief.
"What the hell is a Commie?! Are you talking about my handkerchief that my parents gave me before they were shot?" I questioned him.
But he just ignored me called me an idiot before walking off. Little did he know that I stole his... do they call it a blackberry? In exchange for my Vodka bottle. I just smirked and sat down next to Paul, my friend who pisses on the floor instead of the public toilets.
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This is all I have done so far, I hope you like it. Please give feedback, and include some positives too.
It was the year 2012, I, Vladimir Olisov, was lying on the streets covered in piss, probably my friends seeing he hasn't got the desency to go to the public toilets. My vodka was lying on the floor, half of it spilt, £5 gone, just drained away by the people's footsteps and the desperate drunk tramps slurping it off the grey floor. This was what many would call London Underground, my friends - moretheless my family seeing I have no mutual family - would call it home. I call it, a shithole.
I just stared at the Vodka bottle, I didn't even bother picking it up. Suddenly, I saw another rich fat cat pick it up and pocketing it, as if his billions weren't enough for him already. Annoyed, I got up and walked over to the prick who just pocketed my vodka bottle.
"Give it back, mighty lord of monopoly," I said through gritted teeth. He just ignored me like the asshole he was, I grabbed his shoulder.
"Get the fuck off me you poor scum," said the arrogant fat cat.
I had enough with this crap, I pushed him too the floor, the fat idiot couldn't even get up. I grabbed him and threw him against the wall.
"What have you got against poor people, huh?" I raged in his face.
The arrogant fat cat just said, "Nothing apart from that they smell like vodka and shit on the floor!" he said, feeling offended for some reason. He followed that with a "Commie Bastard,". He probably noticed my Sickle and Hammer handkerchief.
"What the hell is a Commie?! Are you talking about my handkerchief that my parents gave me before they were shot?" I questioned him.
But he just ignored me called me an idiot before walking off. Little did he know that I stole his... do they call it a blackberry? In exchange for my Vodka bottle. I just smirked and sat down next to Paul, my friend who pisses on the floor instead of the public toilets.
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This is all I have done so far, I hope you like it. Please give feedback, and include some positives too.
