The Horrible Truth Behind The Titanic Incident And How I Had Survived It
Going across vast stretches of water can be an exciting adventure, then leaving you stranded deep in the water.
Have you ever thought that the Titanic incident was just an accident? An incident where people were enjoying travelling on sea from North America to the Eurasian harbors, then stumbling across little pieces of ice, and ending up sinking to the bottom of the Ocean. The news articles stated that before they went missing in the water, the crew members of the Titanic wasn't fully aware of what happened when the ship crashed onto an iceberg. Their government used extortion to prevent the public spread of the real story, but however as I had witnessed the Titanic being destroyed by the iceberg, it wasn't a regular iceberg.
The iceberg first appeared in the skies piloting an Apache Attack Helicopter, rapidly firing missiles and bullets toward the Titanic. As I had immediately fled the scene, ultra realistic explosions were appearing around my surroundings, then the iceberg jumped out of the helicopter, doing a backflip, crashing its aircraft to the survivors, putting on a hockey mask, pulls out a chainsaw, and then cutting the survivors in halves while coloring the water super realistically bloody red. It knew that I was the only one alive.
When I had arrived in St. John's, Newfoundland, I somewhat had felt that the presence of the Iceberg getting nearer and nearer. I panicked, then building a time machine travelling 104 years into the future. I tried to tell the tale on a website: "The Titanic was starting to be built in March 31, 1909. The Titanic launched into the water in May 31, 1911. But in April 15, 1912, an iceberg APPEARED OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE AND KILLED FUCKING EVERYONE WITH A FUCKING CHAINSAW GUN AND DER WUZ HYPER REALISTIC BLUUD FUCKING EVERYWHERE."
Everyone had made fun of me instead of helping me overcome my iceberg paranoia. The admins called me an inbred slave and that I should die in a corner, and then they deleted the story. I cried, cut myself, played acoustic guitar, painted my face white, converting to satanism, began to wear black clothing, dyed my hair black, got piercings, started to hate everything, cut myself again, colored my eyebrows darker, and cried again.
As I sat on a chair in my apartment to game and forgetting about me being a 27-year-old emo, I remembered that water had been on Earth for 4.6 billion years, and the fact that water cannot die. After I had realized that I was a complete fucking idiot for thinking that the iceberg had died of old age, I felt something cold behind me. I grabbed my flamethrower, melted the iceberg to death, the whole apartment building burns down, I survived, and here I am.
Written by WeedMan420
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