The Eleventh Fire: A Tale of Talk
Sometimes I start conversations in my head, talking to different people to find out why they do what they do. It's not as crazy as it sounds, it's just something that helps prep for writing characters, kind of get them in your head to get into their's, ya know? Anywho, this is/is not directed to anyone in particular, I just wanted to have some fun this week, write some one-way dialogue, and goof out. Enjoy.
Talk the Talk
“God damn it Mark, this was supposed to be a quiet, easy task for you to do. And you, as always, fucked it up!
“No, no, no, not an excuse, Mark. I told you to even it out, to make some of these over-abundant channels more equal, lessen their loads. Not go in and “return” points to the system from prolific users.
“And when, as usual with these fucking spoiled, entitled users, they complain about it, I have to fucking clean it up.
“It’s just like when we were fucking kids all over again, Jesus fucking Christ!
"You get into the markers and draw Sponge Bob with a giant dick all over the wall, I get blamed. You put the cat in the microwave for 3 hours, I get blamed. You shit under my covers while I sleep and I get fucking blamed!
“No more, Mark. No fucking more. You made this mess this time. You clean it up.”
***
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You asked for a receipt for purchase of points? Did you get reverse GET OUT ‘ed and a Nigger’s brain got put into your empty fucking head?
“Oh, he wasn’t happy about it and made a big ‘ol hoop-a-lah post about the whole ordeal, screenshots and all?
“Well ain’t that a fucking peach…
“Yes, this is much much, much worse than a Spongebob with a raging boner, Mark, why the fuck would you even ask me… You know what, no, nevermind.
“Oh, that’s your big fucking plan, is it? Just ignore it and it’ll go away? Just put the Power Ranger poster over it for 5 fucking years and then get blamed when the room has to get repainted ?!
“God fucking damn it, Mark. If you weren’t my brother, I would have fired you 3 years ago, back when you were trolling people on a social network that only had you, me, mom, and dad!
“And I got blamed for that too, you fucking prick! Stop fucking laughing!
“No, we can’t ignore it, Mark. People took notice. A lot of people…
“It’s okay, it’s okay. We’ve weathered bigger storms than this. I know we have that big thing coming up where we’re going to turn these fake-ass points we’ve been hoarding and creating for ourselves and our friends and make them worth real cash. We just have to keep these users thinking that they're going to get rich off of something that has no real-world value.
"This is our exit-strategy, bro. We’ve been planning this ever since we ran out of that million back in September.
“This is our way out. You know what will happen if we don’t. They’ll hang us all from the fucking rafters!
“What can you do? How about you just shut the fuck up and let your big bro take care of your mess, a-fucking-gain. Thanks."
***
“Yeah, I talked to him. No, no, I told him that he needed to apologize to YOU! I know, classic deflection maneuver. The wolf pack taught me that trick.
“Dad also put up that we returned the points, but we never did, ha ha ha.
“Yeah they’ll be all pissy and moan and bitch for a week or two, then everyone will go back on with their fuckery and no one will be none the wiser.
“I’ve also changed our trending algorithms on blogs so that “certain” channels will never get back up there and embarrass us like that again.
“Well, until you fuck up again, Mark."
***
“What do you mean the FTC considers the whole thing “insider trading”! They were just points, they had no cash value. Well, except for the fact that people could buy them for money.
“Still, they were worth no more than a CS:GO skin. Actually, they were worth a lot less!
“They already locked dad up for contempt, our New York office was raided this morning, and you, you’re fucking laughing from, from… Where the fuck are you again, Mark?
“Mark?
“Hello, Mark?”
BAM BAM BAM
Distant yell: “This is the FBI, we have warrants!”
“Fuck you, Mark. You hear me, fuck you!
“When I get - HEY Let go of me - When I get out Mark, I’ll show you how the cat felt. You hear me, Mark? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, MARK! LIKE THE FUCKING CAT WHEN WE WUZ KIDS!”
***
Mark pressed the hang-up button on his burner flip-phone, then split it half.
“Heh, just like Breaking Bad”, he chuckled to no one.
He threw the phone into the sandy waters of his beachfront property on an unincorporated island, 20 miles off the coast of Dubai.
He smiled, stretched out in the sun, and gave a big ‘ol yawn.
No more having to do what his brother told him to do. He tried to tell him they should ditch the damn thing right at the 2-month peak, but big brother was always greedier than Mark. It had caught up with him this time.
***
Mark opened up his laptop and went right back to being a dick online.
His big brother got 5 years in medium security jail. Mark put points on his books.
Their dad smashed through the prison walls and is now the president of Fox.
Everyone else went back and on with their fuckery.
This has been a Minds' true crime story.
Stay tuned for the next episode when Mark finds out about dad's alts!