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All who live were born to die - The Vampire

So, I am involved in selling this miracle juice called Mona Vie. It's a multilevel marketing gig, which isn't usually my schtick, but I happen to be able to sell it and use it as a healthy element of my cafe, which makes it less of a pyramid for me and more of a relatively controlled source of supply for healthy, higher end drinks and mixes (although my clientele is about as "high end as a brachiosaurus' tail. That is, it's a much lower end than the dino's head.).

Anyway, Mona Vie is a great, vitamin enriched antioxidant. It boosts immune system, improves joints and lowers cholesterol. The maniac sellers boast that it makes them healthier and happier and that all their problems return if they stop drinking it. They'll drink tons of it.

So, the other day, I attended a meeting. Actually, I hosted it at my place. They all talked about how amazing the drink was. Then, with a few of the people who swear by it, we all poured a shot of the juice, raised out tiny paper cups and then drank to our immense, antioxidantal health. And suddenly, right before the drink, I had one of those flashes of insight. You know, where everything turns to gold and stops, I see through the world and into the future, into the past, into a world where things that may or may not occur occur. I felt a sudden sense of, what would you call it? Mortality? Damnation? The inexorable draft of fate that swoops in to slaughter all who dare to assault the impossible.
Like gods in Valhalla, I knew that we were trying to prolong the inevitable, yet it all amounts to nothing. The smug joy that crept over all of our faces, our teeth stained with the purple of acai- we were all of us fools!

But the juice is good. Tasty. If it makes me a lil more immune, then I won't complain. I drink it, and I think it does make an impact.

However, my senses tell me that the worship of this drink can only lead to something evil, and I have lived to tell many good stories by exiting the stage when the sky tuns red.
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