Irish Stout

[Mealforthree]

For the first time in my entire life, I have decided to write a fanfic consisting of several chapters. What sits before you is the prologue. Enjoy - rate, comment, subscribe.

Irish Stout

Prologue

As I sip away my fourth tankard of the finest Irish stout I could find in this godforsaken town, I glance indifferently towards the window. It’s raining. It’s always raining when you’re down, so cliché it hurts. It’s not cliché when it’s happening to you, they say.

I don’t know why I just don’t go through with it already. The last notes cramped in my wallet are reserved for my daily dose of booze and cigarettes. Smoking isn’t something particularly healthy to me, yet I don’t think they pose a tangible threat. I’m pretty sure I’ll die before contracting cancer or my heart refusing to deal with the reduced amount of oxygen in my erythrocytes.

I shat my pants – for no particular reason besides utter laziness and the perpetual state of indifference I’m stuck in. I didn’t feel the necessity to make the ten step journey to the bathroom to relieve myself. I shat my pants because it all seems so pointless. I didn’t even try to hold it in. What’s the point, I asked myself, it’s all futile anyway: school, work, family, life – meaningless. These are merely notions coined by society to give simpletons the point to live they so overzealously seek.

Now I’m cleaning the mess. I probably should’ve thought about that before doing it. I didn’t even realise that I will have to clean the faeces once I’ve done it. Well.

The foul contents of my trousers have been disposed of and they are spinning in the washing machine. I sit in front of it looking at the flaps of fabric flailing around in the metallic drum. It is amusing.

I am back in my room. The pants are good as new – they smell nice and tidy, it kind of reminds me of a hiking trip I’ve once gone on. I’m not a person of nature, I’m a guy who’s lived the most of his life within the concrete confines of a city yet an occasional glimpse of the overwhelming green sometimes provides a soothing experience.

Yeah, that trip was nice indeed. We went together, she and I. I felt quite sorry for laughing at her when she tripped over a rock stalking quietly for its prey in the middle of the track. She slammed into the ground pretty hard – once I saw the blood soaking her violet hair, I stopped giggling like a silly boy. Oh, yes, I did.

And that’s how quick one can traverse to the other side. She was frantically moving her eyes, seeking mine. Her forehead was split open, jagged ends of the fractured frontal bone stuck out offensively, more than a fifth grader in a strip club.

My heart failed me and I passed out. I was later told that we lay there for several hours until a certain couple discovered us in the macabre ensemble fate itself so carefully devised a mile from a major road. Fate is a malevolent asshole. They said my head was resting on her chest and added that I was lucky enough not to crack my skull open like Hanako did. I then laughed hysterically for the following five minutes.

I pour myself the fifth tankard of the finest Irish stout I could find in this godforsaken town. The alcohol numbs my brain and relieves me of the sorrowful memories.

Her picture is staring at me in a reproachful manner, accusing me of being the one responsible for her demise. I never argue with her – I know who’s to blame.

“If only you weren’t a fucking arrythmiac, Hisao.”

I empty the fifth tankard of the finest Irish stout I could find in this godforsaken town. Sharing a mutual smile with her, I hang my head inside the noose.

[lolawesome]

... oh ... dear ...

[BlackRockHanako]

I dunno, I think it works fine the length it is right now, and some of the imagery is certainly...powerful.

Enjoyed it, as with all of your stuff.

[Mealforthree]

Glad author is glad, Sir. Thanks.

[Roamin12]

Now to enjoy a pleasant time reading wonderful fan fictions of this forum!
*Reads this*
There goes my happiness... but it was a good read.

[Mealforthree]

Now to enjoy a pleasant time reading wonderful fan fictions of this forum!
*Reads this*
There goes my happiness... but it was a good read. Please, expand on this more.

I really don't know. The thing I love doing is portraying the thought processes going in the heads of the characters, I actually quite dislike convenient story telling. It's just how I thought the suicidal Hisao's stream of consciousness would flow, therefore I myself would find elaboration on the details and so on a bit out of place. I'll try to add something but if it doesn't make the story any better and is simply filler material, then I won't update it.

Oh, and glad you liked it.

EDIT: I think I'll write one more chapter for this story.

[FluffandCrunch]

I saw you post this in KSG, so I came here to comment.
Why?
Why would you do this?
Why, Meal, why?

Everything was going fine today and then this happend.

Write more.

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[Mealforthree]

Oh, goody, my frigging fic page are become Shiva, goddess of death of Cripples.

[Doomish]

Incredible.

[BlackWaltzTheThird]

Of course you would applaud, Doomish, you master of sad things. Mealforthree; on your last story I said I'd be eagerly awaiting your next one, so I was excited to read this. All I can do to sum up my feelings on this is thus - D:

That said, this was a well written piece. I think perhaps the defecation stuff may have been a bit much; I fully understand the meaning of it, but perhaps some other imagery would have been better applied. Bravo.
Cheers, BlackWaltz.

Anyone else find it funny how many people are getting tempbanned in this topic?

[Mealforthree]

Thankies, man, I'm thinking about expanding this one into a full fledged chapter-fic. Expect some symbolism and messed up chronology.

[dhws]

Dark and a bit depressing. In other words, great.

In conclusion:

MOAR!

(USER WAS TEMPBANNED FOR THIS POST)

[Mealforthree]

Dark and a bit depressing. In other words, great.

In conclusion:

MOAR!

Edit your post and delete the moar or you'll get banned. I'm not even joking.

[BlackRockHanako]

Dark and a bit depressing. In other words, great.

In conclusion:

MOAR!

Edit your post and delete the moar or you'll get banned. I'm not even joking.

Too late I already screencapped and sent it to the FBI

[Silentcook]

...

Stickies are there for a reason.

Those may be the least-strongly-enforced forum rules around here, mainly because I'm very lenient about them and because it's not hard to circumvent them with a bare minimum of creativity. But when people get this stupidly blatant, I don't think there's much else to do.