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so one day there was this guy eating chicken.

He didn’t always chicken.

It wasn’t an addiction or anything. no nothing like that.

He just enjoyed eating chicken everyone once in awhile on a brigth sunny day where he could just realz and enjoy his chicken.

But the point isn’t his chicken eating enjoymeny, or even that he did it on sunny days. no the fact is that he just enjoyed nice days.

And because of this he hated it when it wasn’t sunny.

So one day when it was wet and cold out and not even slightly enjoyable day he went outside and yelled.

He yelled in anger because it was not a day that could even be remoteley enjoyable even for those that enjoyed this sort of weather.

Eventually after all this yelling, his neighbors became disturbed.

Really it was extremly disturbing yell.

It was a scream that came from the gut and was low and loud and could disturb even those of us who knew how to hold back those feelings.

So One of his neighbors ended up calling the local police force.

The police force was filled with good men and women and today one of those good men would come to take out hero away.

Not that that mans really a hero, he just enjoyed chicksn on bright sunny days, and today just happened to not exactly be going his way.

so soon enough the good man on duty in that certain area came up to the man, who had minutes before collapsed in pain and despair in front of his house.

He came up to him and said “Good sir, I know of your love for chickens and bright sunny days and i hate to do this to you but one of your neighbors called in to say that your screams of pain and despair have disturbed them and would very much enjoy your cooperation in stopping your strange behaviour over something that could easliy be extremly differwent tomorrow.”

Now the man who had collapsed looked up slowly towards the police man, and smiled.

The smile was odd, it was too wide and a tooth that had been replaced earlier that year shined with silver.

and even though the sky was dark it still glinted in quite a peculiar way.

He looked up and smiled and while he smiled his eyes shifted.

Had the policeman been any less trained he wouldn’t have noticed the shift in the mans eyes or to exactly it was but luckily he knew exactly what this man had glanced at.

Over the last few years the Police officer had numerous partners and in this part of town there was a paticularly scary cult that had taken control over many of the inhabitants.

It was a very frightening clan of people who even though they meant well were not exactly doing well.

So the police officer dove to the left, he dove to the left as fast as he could.

The man who had the strange smile and the almost awkward love for chickens had tried to grab the officers legs but he had seen this before.

He’d encountered someone with his old partner and they had been taght about this and exactly what to do.

So the officer dove left and reached for his gun only to realize that the man had taken it!

He had not been fast enough so the man stood quickly aimed ythe gun at the officer and said

“This day will get better!”

Then he turned the gun and shot himself.

His last thoughts were turned to that of sunny days as a child.

to the chicken farm he had grown up with.

He had thiought of the late nights he had spent during high school eating delicious and decadent chicken.

His last thoughts were turned to those of happiness and not of those of regret he knew what he was doing and he could never be sad again.

He could never be sad in the world he was going to.

The world filled with chickens and sunny days and late nights.

He would never be sad again on days where he could not sit out on his porch without a chicken in his hand.

The police officer sat in shock as he was covered in blood and had to endure another suicide.

Another death on his hands because he could not stop the Crazy chicken Consumers.