Drinking my vegetables

[veritas]

Originally Posted by Diode

"oh man good one" said the bald mystical weirdo to himself as he nervously gazed around the cluttered basement's rotting faux wood paneling.

a follow-up creeped into his mind.

"better tell the wife about that one when she gets back from popeye's. i hope they didn't run out of supersized mayo jars this time. she gets angry when she's hungry."

consequences would never be the same.

Veritas read the final sentence of the failed attack and smirked. He knew that his opponent had already succumbed. Like the man who died of thirst in the desert, he would still walk for a mile or so without knowing he was already dead inside.

VERITAS looked around his office and then back at the screen, he realized that his attacker was simply angry that his ruse had been discovered, that his inner emptiness decoded to the point of obvious attention whoring syndromes. This was a male aged early 30s who had an ego problem. It was like a cancer killing him, yet the victim welcomed the cancer, and would even fight to defend it.

VERITAS sat back and stroked his elegant beard and smirked once more, he grew in power and typed these words, then clicked submit reply.