Misery is a strange thing. It’s numbness, but pain, all at once. It’s a terrible, dreadful feeling, but it’s the only thing that puts happiness into context.
.You may think this is a terrible way to start narrating this interesting story,
I don’t know about you, but I find such displays of glee best remedied with a quick bullet through the temple.
Misery. It also, as they say, loves company. Unless, of course, said misery is going to a place where no sane person would wish even their greatest enemy to go. Then, personally speaking, if I were misery, I would tell the others to steer clear. So I guess this means that misery loves company—but only in the right situations.
I'm guessing that was what you were going for though. It reminded me of Captain Jack Sparrow and his roundabout way of speaking. Anyway, my point is that something like this is silly and effective, but only sparingly. I can foresee an immensely confusing piece based entirely in circular reasoning if you’re not careful, aye, matie?And to some people, misery is more than just bad news.
Cannibalism, among other wonderful things that would make your skin crawl.
Still reading? Oh good. You know, I like you. I think I’ll start the story now, just for you. I was getting tired of this prologue, anyway.
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