Stories From The Head

A Sad Day Jirro was not the political type, but in this case he could not be quiet. As he made his way through the snowy (it was summer) forest he felt like a child on Christmas Eve (well, not everybody knows what that feels like, eh?). He entered the large military base very nobly, but suddenly: ”Password, fuckface!”, a small boy dressed in an Armani uniform stood in front of Jirro. The kid had a smile on his face that seemed very innocent and sweet, but in his eyes there burned a ferocious, animal-like fire, which told Jirro that this was the fire of Keppam! This scared Jirro. He entered the voting locale, and saw the other Keppam-individuals (several hundreds), and this made Jirro angry. He went wild: ”THE FISH, GODDAMMIT! WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKING FISH? MANTAK YOU ALL, I NEED THE FISH...fish...”. It was too late. Jirro had lost. It was a sad day for the Nilame family (which both Jirro and Lemaw belonged to), and, yes, sad for the rest of the Futto-community. Shit, it was a sad day for everybody...

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