If you haven’t watched Marks play through of Presenatable Liberty I urge you to do so. I’m still proud of it all these years later. And theres nothing better to do with your life than live it. They held it close to their hearts and smiled. The fans opened up the black envelope with a pink moustache embossed on the front. He left the apartment and went to the office. He unlocked the door and took the key out of the lock. He looked at the devastation of this apartment. He ironed the envelope out with his fingers, stood up, and carefully placed it in his back pocket.
#MARKIPLIER PRESENTABLE LIBERTY CRACKED#
A tiny little indie game had cracked him, and this tiny little envelope had glued him back together. For so long Mark had been the stable point in so many lives, and he’d cracked. A sign that his community were the greatest in the world. It was more than just a piece of paper holding another inside. It was the same as the others, yet somehow it felt different. Another note glided into his hand that rested on the floor. He held the note close to his heart and sighed. Delicately he lifted the lip of the envelope, and lifted the thin piece of paper from within. He picked it up and leant against the door. He slumps to the floor, pressing his head against the floor desperately waiting for the next note to be posted.Ī dark shadow came close to his eye. Marks blurry eyes scanned the paper over and over. I’m sorry.’ He muttered into his hands as his wiped the small tears off his cheeks.
He gently placed the notes on the cabinet next to his front door. He spun around and glared in the peep hole. He began to tap it slightly as his eyes closed. He banged on the door with the palm of his hand 'YES?! HELLO!? I’M RIGHT HERE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?’ He turned and rested the back of his head against the door. I’m right here.’ He tossed the paper aside and began to make his way back to the kitchen. ‘You’re still there aren’t you?‘ The note read. He tore the top of the envelope and pulled out the paper which nestled inside. The front has black typewriter ink which simply read ‘Heroes’ Mark looked through the peep hole in his front door. He tip toed around the beach of glass and picked up the envelope. A note glided underneath Marks front door. The glass settled and the silence was broken once more. Mark closed his eyes and let the sharp echoes flood his ears. The smashing resinated through the apartment. He even gave himself a round of applause before throwing the last bottle in the middle of the pack. A bottle pyramid now dominated the dining room table. Strode over to the front door and locked it. Mark wouldnt really think that Others muttered Would he? They lived a game through a man many consider their idol and saw him question them. At first they were amused by this strange little indie game. He shuck his head as memories flickered though this damaged consciousness. It had been a few hours now since the video had uploaded. He gently placed his phone on the dining table. He coughed and walked to the fridge and grabbed one of the beers he’d hoarded for the next Drunk Minecraft series. ‘Maybe I should have cut it shorter’ he muttered to himself. Thousands of questions were gathering like a tornado, whirling through the deepest parts of his brain. Mark lay on his sofa and let out a sigh, pressing his thumbs into his temples as he tried to address the chaos in his head.
He doesn’t remember anything except the feeling of loss and hopelessness. He doesn’t remember saying bye to The Grumps. Presentable Liberty - A Mini Fan Fiction by Oosh
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