Just Another DayA short chapter by: Ny'Ima Matlock
In a bar four strangers sat, Nikolai Ivanych, Semyon better known as the yeti, Ivan Ivanych, and Vassliy (left to right)
Nikolai Ivanych (left) drinks gooseberry wine, drunkly adding to a conversation hes not apart of. (rhys)
Thank god I live so well
Ive brought myself to the point where I can sleep naked on the ground, God grant everyone such a life
Isn't life... thats egoism, laziness
Whaddyou doing carrying that bag around
Many think life rest on solid ground *hiccup* practiclly permanent. Man needs not a contry place but the whole of earth, a whole of nature. THIS is my life.
Semyon getting heated with strog emotion begins to feel upset.
You need nothing! No father, no mother, no wife, no bag. NO BAGGAGE!
This is why we call you yeti! You speak as if you are 20 feet tall.
No need to yell!
I once wanted to live by my own labor, by the sweat of my brow and look where its gotten me. Hard labour, yes, grief yes, but still I have my wife and daughter. I understood then that I too was content and happy. YOU would rather see hope than to just hear, Yeti not every sentence means death, you'll see how we give birth among the ruins.
Ha! Vassily got you old yeti!
The games complex and [your] goal is far out of reach
Freedom is good, its like air we can't do without it. God created man to be alive, for joy, to be sorrowful and grieve.
Don't let your self settle in!
The horror of this sight is moderate. What on earth could [you] bear witness to! You have nothing!
Grief is quarantined, the sky is blue. Forget and need nothing to preserve [your] peace of mind!
ARGHHh! get off him!!
All right! All right! That's enough!
In walks Burkin, the bartender, who finally intervens in the conversation
Semyon! Here its neither moon nor earth! Let people exist if they want, and then die! its their choice!