My beloved friends No one knows… They think they do, but no one knows me… Drowning in myself, feeling that I’ll never be good enough to carry the burden which I was forced to carry. No one knows how it is to feel that every single move you make can cause the death of a million others… Or at least five. Five that are the best thing that has ever happened to you, five that can be in danger by every single decision you take, by every wrong move of yours… Five that can look death straight in the eyes every moment now, because of old enemies who will stop the killing, only if they succeed to make you suffer, to make you feel like everything you love is taken away from you, to make you beg for death… But they won’t answer your desperate call, they won’t kill you, they won’t bring your suffering to an end, until your mind has stopped working, until madness has taken over you, until the crushing of your beloved crushes your everything, until sickness and insanity starts eating you from inside, when they’ll finally farewell you with an evil smile. For they have been satisfied by completing their life purpose. My friends I can’t live my life knowing that my past will be your end, that the best thing that ever happened to me can only end up with death himself coming uninvited, touching with his frozen hands everything on his path, and first of all, you. I know that they’ll come soon, they’re already late. It’s me or you my dear friends, and I chose you. My loss is little, yours is huge. Huge for me, too much to bear. I have more enemies than you will ever imagine, all became enemies by my mistakes and now I’m just paying. You’re all involved only because of me. I will be the one to pay, not you. So this is the end of my letter my friends. Maybe sometime, when you have the time, you will look at this letter and remember your friend, Danger Duck
Duck looked at the letter, his eyes filled with tears. He had taken his decision. A snick with the paper knife, a blot of blood on the paper, and Duck was no longer among the Acme Heroes. Yet he was the most honored one…
----------------------- *bricked for killing Duck*
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<----- LOVE HIM SOOOOOOOOO MUCH!
My heart beats for LP <3 (and another thousand bands -_-;)
Ehm... I've been thinking and... ehm... Nevermind...
Me: Deep stuff, man. It makes sense that Duck would have people out to get him like Pinkster, only worse. I don't know if he would be so self-sacrificing, but I suppose in this position that he's never been put in on the show, this may be a possible course of action.
Kudos, man. This is incredi.....
0.o
*duckies approach*
**** *shields j00 and fanfic*
bandkanon: wtf is this?
oddity: new fanfic? Duck centirc?!?!? 8D
Me: Uhhhhh, nuuuuuuuuuuuu.......
bandkanon and oddity: oh. *flees*
Me: Wish it worked out like that is real life.....