Well I just thought I should inform those who don't know that I am, in fact, the Evil Twin. During elementary school and early Middle School, the Good Twin was the one making the calls. He was generally a happy kid, albeit often stressed. Rathey shy, liked to tell jokes, read quite a bit, ate at least two meals a day, had a few bursts of anger (a few homicide attempts), but that was just venting. Then, he got frustrated during middle school (That's a tragedy for another day). So, in a moment of his weakness, I knocked him over the head with a dictionary and tossed his body in the river (along with a bag full of kittens I just happened to have). Since then, I've been calling the shots. Cynical, foolish, on a purposeless hunger strike, sometimes downright odd, apathetic, evil puppy kicker extraordinare that's me.
Sometimes I wonder if Good Twin is still out there, trying to come back. Perhaps after I've gained full domination of the world, he'll show up in the whole hero-bravado thing and try to take me out from my perch of power (even though the world will be in a general utopia; some people are just silly like that). Then we'll have an epic all out struggle, judgment day, the apocalypse, yada yada, and then I'll win again. It's a vicious cycle.
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