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Mediocrity through a Post-Modern Lense - With Wolf Bush Muncher.
Wayne came home from work and began his usual ritual. He kicked off his shoes, slung his clothes on the couch and slid into his jogging bottoms. He liked to wear these while he was mooching around the house. Not that he really mooched, rather he sat in front of his computer. He hadn’t seen the upstairs of his two-bedroom terraced house in nearly two years. He flicked the button to his computer and booted up, his computer immediately began to log itself into the online game “3rd Life in a Box With Wolvesâ€. He was well known amongst the on-line gaming community as “Wolf Bush Muncherâ€, that was his pseudonym, he was a born killer and second in command of the third largest army on 3rd Life; “Eternally Bored and Armed With Guns – 2nd Regimentâ€.
Wayne noticed that the date was the 3rd of April, he became excited and began to perspire a little as his breath quickened. Lucinda Lacy Lank Pants would be back from her holiday; which meant it was time for her shift on ‘You the Man, You the Muthafuckin’ Man†website. She would do anything for him; they had become very close, once she even rubbed her own fecal matter on her breasts for him. Since then, their relationship had kind of gone up a level. He often felt he was something of a Father figure to her; she had let it slip once that she was studying a Master’s in Psychology at Liverpool University, and that she was funding it by working on the website. Well Wayne, what with all the money he had spent on her in the last month, felt like he was helping put food on her plate and a roof over her delicate, beautiful head.
He had been a little nervous for a while, the phone bill had arrived at over a thousand pounds; but by sheer chance and luck he had won the pools to the tune of a cool two thousand pounds. He’d put the lot on Lucinda; now he had Wank Credit for nearly two months. He chortled to himself, content and lost in his happy world. First the feck he thought, then I’ll win the War; sorted.
Wayne came home from work and began his usual ritual. He kicked off his shoes, slung his clothes on the couch and slid into his jogging bottoms. He liked to wear these while he was mooching around the house. Not that he really mooched, rather he sat in front of his computer. He hadn’t seen the upstairs of his two-bedroom terraced house in nearly two years. He flicked the button to his computer and booted up, his computer immediately began to log itself into the online game “3rd Life in a Box With Wolvesâ€. He was well known amongst the on-line gaming community as “Wolf Bush Muncherâ€, that was his pseudonym, he was a born killer and second in command of the third largest army on 3rd Life; “Eternally Bored and Armed With Guns – 2nd Regimentâ€.
Wayne noticed that the date was the 3rd of April, he became excited and began to perspire a little as his breath quickened. Lucinda Lacy Lank Pants would be back from her holiday; which meant it was time for her shift on ‘You the Man, You the Muthafuckin’ Man†website. She would do anything for him; they had become very close, once she even rubbed her own fecal matter on her breasts for him. Since then, their relationship had kind of gone up a level. He often felt he was something of a Father figure to her; she had let it slip once that she was studying a Master’s in Psychology at Liverpool University, and that she was funding it by working on the website. Well Wayne, what with all the money he had spent on her in the last month, felt like he was helping put food on her plate and a roof over her delicate, beautiful head.
He had been a little nervous for a while, the phone bill had arrived at over a thousand pounds; but by sheer chance and luck he had won the pools to the tune of a cool two thousand pounds. He’d put the lot on Lucinda; now he had Wank Credit for nearly two months. He chortled to himself, content and lost in his happy world. First the feck he thought, then I’ll win the War; sorted.