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Rated: 18+ · Book · Action/Adventure · #2155854
A safe place is a boring place, and boredom is our greatest enemy. Our saviour is danger.
          Every one in the bar paid attention as an old man came on every channel. Dressed in a black suit and black tie, standing in a wood walled room with filled bookshelves lining the wall. In front of him was a green marble topped table with a remote on top.
         "Ladies and gentleman, I come before you now with a solution to a problem you pride your selves in." The man said with his hand picking up the remote. "You see you have given your selves security, which brought boredom, our greatest enemy. To avoid boredom we pay a good sum of money and time every day on ways to excite and distract our selves. In the end it is all a vanity for the joy fades away, and we must find another thing to fill the empty void
         Starting today, you will no longer need to reach the end of a movie, book, or game, just to come back to a dull life. I give to you fear, tears, struggles, and conflict. Out of the fire I have kindled for you, there will come out heroes, friendships, and a life full of excitement. Consider your old one gone." The man said as he pointed the remote toward the camera and clicked.
         The television went back to the previous station for a brief second and then to static. "What the Hell." I heard a man shout from across the bar. "All that hype and he turns off the game. He didn't even tell us what he did." He ended by flipping off the television and downing the rest if his bottle.
         After the man's speech the bar was roaring. Non of the channels came in on the tv, nor on the radio. Those who tried to get on their phones soon found out that there was no signal, even the bars land line was out. Sitting in the corner I watched as every one was going nuts. Just when I thought they were on the brink of becoming a mob the power went out.
         Just like that every one swarmed out of the building followed by the bartender yelling for them to comeback and pay. Still sitting down I finished my beer walked to the bar keep who frustratingly watched as every one drove off. Tapping him on the shoulder I gave him my due and left. "Thanks Curt, your welcome back any time, as for the those puts if..."
         "Be careful Hal if you run them all out how will you stay in business. I said walking away. I headed my way to the bed and breakfast.
         Entering my room I tried to flip the light switch, but it was dark. Thinking of nothing else to do, I slept only to be awaken to shouting in the middle of the night.
Looking out the window I couldn't see a thing. You never know the sight of the stars at night in the city, until now when every light is out. Looking out I saw the stars in a beautiful clear sky except for some clouds smothering a half moon. Traveling around as I have for the better part of my life I got to see some epic scenery, but when you are in a city that finally took the time to rest it is a site to behold.


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