[[ - Anguish is a appropiate term used to describe the feeling Christian Morphine had about today. It was like any other day; simply God awful. Yesterday was dreadful, today is dreadful, and tomorrow? You guessed it. Is dreadful. Life is simply, in fact, life is pain! For the last month, Christian had found himself stuck in his apartment, sad, alone, and bitter. But today was unique, a change of pace one could say, because today, Christian found himself setting on a park bench, holding in his hands a bag of seeds for the birds. He smiled in delight when he began this "venture", rattiling a handful of the treat for his winged friends. The only problem was, these birds were just like people; they wanted nothing to do with him! Every time one would come near, Christian would jump up from the bench and start stomping around, hoping to crush their little bodies under his foot for the satisfaction of killing another creature. A-las... there's been no kills for the young man. The trap was tedious, and for the past half and hour, he wore himself out, feeling himself slip into a hazey depression. He sighed, resting his elbow on his knee as he held his head with a look of boredom. The adventures of today were not over, oh-no-no-no... for you see, this park was full of strangers. Would the self-loathing loner meet a companion that hated the world as much as he did? Or was he destined to meet someone who didn't understand him whatsoever? The choice, is up to you. - ]]