Fight Club Dialectical Journal

One man looked up, he looked me dead in the eye, and proceeded to stand up crossing his arms, and looked down upon me. “Look around you, you’re in a weak ass story with no plot, no character depth, and horrid description.” He chuckled to himself “I mean really? You have so many god-damned dialogue tags, you could feed the poor.” He steps closer his footsteps echoing in the room, everyone looked at me snickers from the left, then the right, then the whole room was full of chuckles. My heart thumped faster, and faster by the second, and I slowly raised my rifle, aiming for his his face. “What are you trying to prove here cunt?” The room fell quiet, the echo of what I had just said still living in the room, in the silence. “Me? Nothing, you proved it yourself, and shit this isn’t your first story with no thought out research is …show more content…
“What is this shit a Nerf gun? Oh wait it is a toy gun just watch.” He swings his knee forward hitting the rifle from the middle sending metallic green fragments around the room. “Hey that was a custom rifle from The Alliance!” I spouted gripping my side, slowly regaining balance. “It’s only fitting that an army with thirteen year olds would have toy looking guns isn’t it? Where’s your boss, chief, chef, or whatever you fucking call him anyway?” He snaps his fingers. Screaming came from above slowly gaining volume, panels of the roof fell, dust settling in the room like a fog, a figure came crashing down to the ground. “Ahh Ramirez is it?” He grips the figure by it’s neck holding him in front of him with what seemed like profound strength. “So, Ramirez you’re the leader of this so called Alliance, right?” Ramirez swung his arms in all directions, “How the fuck did I get here?!” Ramirez still swung his arms around not even getting close to hitting the man holding him. Ramirez suddenly fell to the ground, his arms quickly reaching for his neck. “So “Chef” how is the Alliance going for you?” The man slowly paced around his body, circling