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As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn't too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you had died.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.

Please, Dad, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.

|||PART ONE|||


It's early in the city of downtown KHV, in the spamzone area. The sun is just rising. There's silence throughout the entire place as several people are circled around a dead body. There are many different people there. First, a very tall man, long nose with a broad chin and dark hair. Short girl, long blonde hair, dark green eyes and a big chin. Teenage boy about 6’2’’ and balding hair with blue eyes and long arms. Medium height gangster, black skin, dark hair cut short and a beard. Big ******, muscular with a shaved head and a mean look. Tall teenage girl, with a broad nose and a chin that sticks out. A very short woman with long curly hair and a warm smile. And finally, a medium height caucasian male, wearing several pieces of tattered clothing, covering his face.

They huddle around the corpse, just looking at it. The only person is the tattered man, who had planned this all along. The tall teenage boy then starts to pick up the body as the gangster and ****** help him. They then shove him into the trunk of the car and take off. The tattered man watches with joy as the women stand around him. The car comes to an abrupt halt as the driver of the car goes to the trunk and opens it up, he pulls out the person to tie a bag over his head. The dead body is then thrown back into the trunk as the other two get out of the car. They then shove the car into the abyss, where the car starts to fall for several minutes at blazing speed before the car crashes into the bottom of the abyss. The three men then start walking back downtown.

The sun has fully risen, people waking to the new day. As the people start walking into the streets, the three men vanish. People then see the smoke coming out of the spamzone abyss. Several people rush over to see a little light at the end of the abyss. Citizens of this place run and flee, calling for help. Nobody even knows who the person was that got shamelessly murdered, except for one. He had been awake and watched the member get brutally beat to death by the nine people that were hurting him in the process. The person that saw the slaughter couldn't get the one name out of his head: Shadowjak.

EDIT: Should I continue with this story?