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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Jan 1, 2022 0:46:12 GMT -6
The following is a work of nonfiction.
Chapter One
The year was 2022 AD.
Brent thought the inevitable would happen. He would be held in contempt of court; be fined, imprisoned.
But he was not. And he was grateful to his God for it.
The day that his friend Colt came over, the Summons date for the Jackson County Jury Board was postponed until July 11 that night.
He didn't know how, but he was glad.
His best friend in Missouri was staying about three nights at his house. And he was learning to get along with company.
Brent thought the most awesomest thing was that he had gotten Colt to sign up for his website, Maraandlukeforever.boards.net.
That, to him, was the penultimate of achievements.
What a contrast to that, was that night, when Colt went away without a coat the eve of a New Year and a Mighty Snowstorm, and Brent felt his absence like a stinging bite.
That day and the previous one his house had been positively STUFFED with food.
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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Jan 1, 2022 1:36:06 GMT -6
Chapter Two
But imagine his ecstasy when around 1 AM, Colt walked in. Brent was elated. He, Shane and, Colt talked that night, and Brent encouraged Shane to obey the Gospel. Shane told him the Zombie Apocalypse will start April 26'th at Midnight, April 27'th, and if it doesn't happen then, something intervened.
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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Sept 18, 2022 17:30:11 GMT -6
Chapter 3
But Midnight came on April 27'th, and the Zombie Apocalyse did not start, so something intervened. Brent had been paranoid, thinking through auditory hallucinations that the US was under martial law and the Zombie apocalypse had started, but in a few days everything to him was back to normal.
Then when ID cards and Drivers Licenses became the Mark of the Beast, Brent cut up his ID card and threw it away in his dumpster.
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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Sept 18, 2022 17:31:19 GMT -6
The month previous to September, Brent had been excused from Jury Duty.
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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Jan 17, 2023 19:01:50 GMT -6
Chapter Five
The alternative media had reported that by January, 2023, blood clots had been forming in corpses worldwide.
Brent was at a computer in the library at his wits' end, wondering when he would change. He had received some information last night that he wasn't sure of because it hadn't worked. A man offered freedom but only for the rich, leaving the addicted poor in the lurch. Basically he said that porn and sex addicts had basic human needs that were deeper than boredom, stress, arousal and lack of sex, and that the basic solutions were replacement for these basic needs, but the man offered freedom for those who could invest in order to receive those answers but for the poor, nothing but the same old chains. Brent had gotten angry and sworn at the man, then repented and asked God for the information he lacked, but felt satan had given him an answer that semed logical to him but was not. Brent knew that it was unlikely that a girlfriend would come into his life until he changed.
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