[ WP ] `` Sorry , but ... you 're actually NOT the Chosen One . ''

`` something is amiss'' he thought as he wandered outside. He thought he was going nuts, shit everyone around him certainly seemed to think so. So, feeling restless he took of for a stroll. He thought `` well if this is going to be the night shit comes true might as well make it count right?'' is what he thought while he walked. It was dark, pitch black as a matter of fact. He was walking in one of the first neighbourhoods when he just said to himself `` I wonder if anyone has the balls to come out and face me. And just as they did he realized he did n't want them to copy him. He was happy being unique in his own way. Sure he was insecure but the burden would be too much to carry. On his walk he had some mental breakdowns, he had to question everything he knew. He cried multiple times, already making up for a lot in the past. He realized the things somewhat more important in life. And after the fairytale was over, everything went back to normal. 
 What he did was symbolically live out a fantasy as a prophet. After that he went back to bed and the next day everyone was acting normal again. What changed? Nothing really, except episodes of grandure were added to his long list of mental issues.
