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Chapter 2
by Pixeldust
Who shalt receive a copy of this booklet?
John Amel. (Dull)
Many would find a day of lounging around enjoyable, with a clean apartment and little to do as something wonderful. For John Amel who'd just finished cleaning up every last inch of his house, already done everything he needed to and was browsing Youtube...it was dreadfully boring.
Simple white shirt. Simple beige pants, a computer clean of viruses and neatly organized as the rest of his bedroom. He'd struggled landing any jobs, all interviews regardless of success never got that returning call so he'd been finding himself dipping into his savings and moderately consuming the bare minimum to get by.
"$50,000 Challenge...buying the most expensive meal...even Jaiden lost what originally brought my attention to her in the first place. Much higher quality animation...is this what I'm doing with my life? Feeling nostalgic for back before peoples success."
Not exactly, for the man had a mildly darker side. He'd wished to have taken advantage of them, particularly the girl's back then...they were successful and been rather open about all sorts of private details and insecurities for him to have taken advantage of. For one of those youtubers there was a special sponsor who'd inspired these thoughts, even.
But he wasn't evil. He was dull, strict with himself and just wanted to have an interesting life.
"Critiquing things I couldn't even do if I tried, speaking out loud like some crazy person. Hm..."
Taking note of a small book laying on his desk with a small dark chocolate, he frowned at it's smooth brown surface, consuming the chocolate before examining it closer. Leather. High quality paper and seemingly completely unused, so he opened it up and read the first page carefully. Maybe he should've been more skeptical but John kept himself thoroughly organized.
He had been the one to organize his younger sisters high-school graduation party, and planned out everything. Despite his kind sisters protest, he'd been the one to clean everything up and handle the cooking for all her friends she'd brought over. Jane always seemed worried about her brother but was typically just as annoyed- kept her door shut and tried her hardest to put John into therapy for OCD.
Whatever the case, this clearly was from out of this world or it would be kept neatly in the bookshelf with a small paper tucked inside for him to record when exactly he picked it up and page he'd left it at last; eliminating the need for bookmarks or crude page-bending which would've damaged the book.
Written: Inside this book, a sentence is counted until ending in a period; therefore any inner punctuation wouldn't conclude the sentence like another- from this the limitation is kept in place without invoking damnation on John Amel in any form.
John could swear he heard an ominous giggle.
Once he finished writing that, in pink, cursive pen with excellent penmanship, a response followed directly below:
I'm not going to punish you for a long sentence. I've got better things to do then punish you for anything since you aren't a genie! There's finite space in this booklet, finite time alive, don't waste it with excessive redundancy!
John was relieved he wouldn't need to go in tedium. He'd been worried about the specified EXACT phrasing, he'd been repeating what kept him in this forever situation of being the most boring and bland man in the world. Thankfully he wouldn't have to endlessly specify things.
Written: I'm effortlessly charming to women.
He hadn't felt a change. Didn't need to try it out- the response from whatever higher-power being proved it worked. But he wanted to feel like there was an actual CHANGE.
Written: My name is John Amel.
This...confused him why he wrote it. Because his name has always been John Amel, and it was his name already. What would be an actual change there?
Written: My keyboard is completely pure.
This finally had an immediate, conclusive effect! His intent didn't matter and it went way further then he thought or expected. For his keyboard was now not only transparent without inks or any inscription to tell what any of the keys did, but beneath each key was a soft light. The whole thing was completely spotless, and repelled filth.
Had he thought about it harder, his keyboard also embodied the OTHER definition of pure in addition as it was blessed and a virgin. Of course it already was the latter, but even that slight change made an impact greater then the man had been able to observe.
"Good thing I've got a good memory. Everything works accordingly, all safely in place. First step; making something for me to do...then I need a job so I should make an effort to acquire something actually interesting and put myself in a manager position where I can always have a choice to relax or do real, quality work."
He'd gotten up, closed his tabs and put on his deep blue, unzipped jacket.
"After that, my sister needs to relax and needs some personality adjustments. She needs a more interesting life with better friends...I need the same thing but I shouldn't be selfish."
Of course he was being incredibly selfish. Altering his sister and her life without confirming if that's what she wants. He'd already been thinking about the girl he's had a crush on, a party girl back when they were still in highschool. Been awhile since then. Already, he forgot about that 'perverse' specification.
Already, the dull man craved to make use of something self-described as untamed and clearly made for someone's 'point' whatever that might be.
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Wordplay & Prose
Worse then a Genie.
Users are chosen and granted exactly what they wish for. Of course this is made clear, but who pays attention to that sort of thing?
Updated on Feb 17, 2024
Created on Feb 17, 2024
by Pixeldust
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