[ WP ] `` You are the main character , after all . ''

Thomas thought to himself, after so many events from the pilot-light related fire in his home, the man-eating fireflies in the woods, to the raiders who only raid refrigerators and poachers with banana-sized rocket launchers, there is no way he should have survived if he was n't some miraculous protagonist on a journey for a particular purpose. For what purpose, he was not aware, neither was he ever properly informed. 
 
 As he stood atop the rooftop of his office tower, the wind blew his worn, tattered jacket backwards like he's a hero in a triumphant pose. He felt great. Untouchably great. He gently ran his finger through his hair and jumped. Like a sugar glider, he landed a building not too far from where he was. He thought to himself again, this is incredible, oh my god, I am such a hot potato. 
 
 Gracefully, he pressed the useless button on the crosswalk to get a coffee from the attractive barista who usually wears a green apron, a turtleneck and nothing underneath. There was no traffic, not on a Saturday morning. Thomas decided to walk across before the light turns green, because afterall, he was the hero of the story. He was instantly flattened by a hover bus, which accidentally reached lightspeed because the open-door button was too close to it. 
 
 Thus, ending the story of Thomas, who will forever be remembered as the vertical topless burger no lettuce go nuts with the ketchup. The lesson he taught was, no matter how heroic Thomas thought he may have been, a story is only a series of event coincidentally intertwined and consequently end in the way it does. A wrong move on his part will only cut his story short. You do n't believe me? Look at Thomas. Remember Thomas the naan lightly roasted with tobasco sauce.
