/bs/ - backstory

Courtroom. The judge is about to speak the sentencing. All the proceedings, deliberation, hearings, are over and done with. The verdict is known and expected - guilty, - the judge is about to explain just how guilty the defendant is. Need not to pay any attention to from what it all started, it is all already over

— Henceforth, I announce my verdict. Guilty! Without a speck of a doubt, guilty in the face of it, affront to the innocence itself. You are, by your own actions or inactions, have made it sure that youll get this justice and the justice has been served, now, there is no doubt at all, your guilt is proven without a doubt and you must accept this fact.

You are guilty of being you, because you are wat you are, a liar without a grain of conscience, your being is expemplified by opposition to everything and wat you are is nothing. You are nothing, I have judged you, and now you are guilty in that you are nothing, your name had been striked out and now your existence, your being is without a name. There is nothing you can do, you never could, because you are miserable coward driven by own pithy cowardice, by comfort and convinience, without any skills or quality, your whole life is reduced by me into nothingness, all your memory is dust under my hammer, and there is nothing you can do. That is wat you are, an opposition to creativity, enemy of the artistry, smeared dirt on the pavement that you are, without anything to speak of your voice is not yours - when you speak, words come out but are spoken by entirely different person. There is not a single thing that can be you, because all wat is left of you has been rendered insignificant, reduced to the level appropriate, the justice served. Justice has been served! And youve found guilty of not being, there is no longer you, I sentence you to death. Axe should fall on your neck! To prove the world, the society, that no human, no person, could live alongside you on this world. To sever the head that is no longer yours, it has been alienated from you, stolen, taken into custody

Axe should befall on your neck! For that youve never been patriotic, youve never been a husband, never been a son. Never been, you, now your cowardice has been noticed and justice has been served. All that was stolen by you, will be expropriated and given back, your body will be torn apart and given to all the humanity, piece by piece, because everyone deserves to get their equal share of you that is no longer you but meaningless produce of this society. Youll return to wat had created you, your bones will be thrown on the ground and stomped by all the humanity, every sole must carry the bone dust of wat remains of you, in perpetuity you must lie on the ground, all around, scattered, and this will be the only justice, the only law. That is the only way you can ever redeem your guilt


The judge has stopped speaking the sentencing. The defendant looks pale, disturbed, desperate. All that registers in his eyes is fear. Nothing but fear can be found in his eyes, his expression remains motionless, vague in expression. The way downbeat dogs look