bigdogmc1
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Thanks for that. I hadn't even seen those threads up there.
MIDDLE: “I had made it to the halfway point. As that huge truck exploded, I was knocked out. I enjoyed the bliss of nothing for almost a whole second.” “That’s when the dreams began. I was back in the family station wagon with my mom, my dad at the wheel, my older sister, and my baby sister. We were the picture perfect family, driving along on a mountainside road and singing lame road songs. We were on our way to the nearby canyon to have a picnic and enjoy the view.” “Looking back now, I saw the signs. I caught my dad’s eyes flickering to rear view mirror. I also remembered seeing the same black pick-up truck behind us for almost ten miles. If only I had asked my dad to pull over, it wouldn’t have happened.” “All of a sudden, I heard the engine of the truck roar and the crunch of the metal as the station wagon was hit. I heard the tires screeching and felt the car start to spin. I saw my dad’s futile, frantic attempts to correct the car and save us. But it wasn’t enough. The wagon burst through the guide rails and crashed end over end down the mountain. I remember it finally stopping upside down against a tree.” “I remember waking up, upside-down in the car. I got myself unbuckled and tried to remember what happened. My mom and dad had been ejected from the car, and my siblings were still buckled in. All of them were dead. All of them except me. As I was starting to hike back up the mountainside, I kicked something. I bent down and picked up a handgun. I ran back to the car, and found the glove box had been knocked open. I retrieved the two extra clips for the gun. I didn’t know my dad had a gun.” “I finally made it back to my house, and to my surprise, the truck was there. With no hesitation, I went through the smashed down door of my house and found the driver sitting at the computer. He never even had a chance to scream before I shot him. Luckily, none of my neighbors were home.” “I disposed of the body and the truck in the woods. I sat at home, staring at nothing, when the cops finally showed up. They put me in the foster system. I kept getting matched up with people with lifted trucks and it reminded me too much of what happened to my family, so I killed them. Eventually, I ended up in an asylum. The doctors tell me it’s all in my head, that my dad was just driving too fast. But I know the truth.” “I finally woke up, and sped away from the opponent I had just killed. If I want to know why my family was killed, he will not be the last!” END: “I had finally done it. I had won the contest. I heard my cell phone beep, and found a text from an unknown number. Turns out, it was from Calypso. He had sent me directions to old junkyard. When I got there, I saw hundreds of armed guards. Well, this guy travels in style. I pulled through the fence and saw him standing out in the open. I got out of my car and walked up to him. ‘Congratulations,’ he said. ‘You are the victor. And as promised, here is your prize.’” “He handed me an official looking folder of documents. I opened it up and started to read. My eyes grew in amazement as I learned the truth. My dad was a retired member of the CIA. He had stolen secrets from all over the world. He had recently pissed off members of the Russian Mafia. It turns out; they had hired an assassin to take out my dad, and my family for good measure. I had killed the assassin. I found one last notable entry. He had been working hard at taking down a certain group that ran a game called Twisted Metal. The game I had just won. I looked up, and saw Calypso aiming a Desert Eagle at me. I backed away slowly, with my hands in the air. ‘Again, congratulations,’ he said, as he pulled the trigger. I died there, but at least I knew the truth. I really wasn’t crazy. And I would see my family again.”
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