ASHEN TIMES
LOCAL TRAGEDY STRIKES AT BLUEBEAR SEASIDES!!
On the afternoon of August 1989, the remains of a boat was found near the shorelines of Bluebear Seaside. After further investigation, the police had discovered that the boat had once belonged to an adolescent young woman by the name of Calypso Dolores Gem who, under the influence of some party drugs, had knocked into a unsuspecting cliffside that left the surface of her boat in terrible condition. Due to the large ounces of damage dealt to the metal, the boat sunk, dragging her down with it.
Autopsy states the huge collison with the rough and perhaps sharp pavement of the stone left a few bruises and a rather scathing gash on the center of her forehead; the immediant blood-loss leading to her drifting unconscious. Furthermore, the extended period within the water had puffed up the derma and budged up her eyes.
No eyewitnesses were there at the scene of the cr i mThat's not true. You—You can't just exclude me from this, Mallory. I was there, damnit, I was there when she was struggling. Hell, she told me you were the fault for all of this. The reason she'd got out drinking at some party with a couple of strangers.
Why didn't you do anything, huh? If you knew she was struggling with her mental health, why did you drift out of the picture and stand around? Were you scared?
Because I was busy. I was busy doing—
Hoyeah, "busy". Busy doing what? Your stupid newspaper? Your half-assed writing isn't going to get you anywhere, Allen. Most chances you're geting are going to land you in a cold, pathetic landfill.
Shut up. Least my newspaper gets the issue heard.
Yeah right. What is 8 billion people supp'ed to do with a deceased girl they've never heard of? Cry about it? Fuck off.
Pfft... And what have you been doing besides arguing with me in a cafe on a Tuesday afternoon? Lemme guess, trying to get back with Hailey.
What the fuck did you just say to me?
You heard me. I saw you make out with her at the town BBQ just right behind the bushes? You thought nobody was looking, didn't you? You smug bastard. You probably had fun sliding your dick in her too.
You know what? Maybe I did. And I'm going to savor every last minute I slide this fist into your fucking face.
Sure. Go ahead. Punch me. That won't change anything, Mal. It only makes us more equal than most. You and I are tied up in the same mess as always. If we continue to fight each other to the end of the world, I promise you, you will regret everything you've done to me. Do you wanna know something else, Mal? You see, the reason why I got this job is because I wanted everyone in this damned company to stop treating me like a joke; a mere laughingstock for people to make fun of. The internet's no better when compared to real life: seeing how people can just be anoymous behind screens, dehumanizing and maiming their creators to their own whims. People are treated just as shitty as they do here. Don't think you have the r