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Let me tell you a story about my life, /vp/.
I am a simple man. I work for my boss as a servant of sorts (you could say I'm a butler); I keep bugs and overgrown plants out of his house, keeping the house warm, and I even do a little blacksmithing on the side. I've been working this job for as long as I can remember, and I couldn't be happier. The pay was good, and I've grown to know and enjoy my boss' company.
Then he started getting more money and was able to get more servants. Even ones that could do my job (even better than I ever could) and more, effectively replacing me. Soon my boss couldn't keep me around any more and put me on stand-by. Not let me go, not fire me, just stand-by. I've been like this ever since.
I grew up too fast and had no childhood. My family dictated my direction in life, and I blindly followed. It was not my decision even though it should have been. I became my boss' servant due to this. For a short time life was good. Too good to last.
My brothers and sisters (I have many) are far more successful than me. I have three brothers (one a plumber, one an electrician, and one a farmer) and three sisters (one is a fortune teller, one is a cryogenic scientist, and the nigger of the family is a model who lives off welfare. Stupid bitch). They all live better lives than I do. At least they're respected in their fields. I've got nothing. I'm not cared about by my peers, or my family.
My mother was an average, every day stay-at-home mother while her love goes out for work. One day she was raped by what she described him as "a fat ugly man with beady eyes" and she could only swear he was made of nothing but lard. If I were alive to see that, it would've been a horrid sight. I guess that's why I'm such a failure... I was an accident.
So I'm stuck here. On stand-by for my boss. I can't leave because I'm under contract. I've been considering just killing myself and ending it. I doubt anybody would miss me.
Pic related. It's me in my glory days.
