Things have been a little slow here of late, so I had me a browse about the posts and comments of the sillier folk of Steemit. For the LOLZ of course
You know who they are, the Rage quitters who don't quit. The ones who quit and insult everyone then come back and get pissed because they burnt their bridges and everyone ignores them. Even the bidbot abusers have their entertaining moments.
I saw one who repeatedly claimed that it was ok to abuse the platform because the system allows it...
Funnily enough when the system allowed him to get downvoted to buggery he went berserk. What an arse.
Anyway, it inspired the following fiction...
I murdered a man today.
It took a while for the police to catch up with me even though I wasn't hiding or anything.
They were quite angry because it was one of those bursty meat murders and they had gotten their shoes all covered in schmoo.
Why?! Why would anyone commit such an atrocity? Who in their right minds could do such a thing?!
They yelled at me after taking me back to their pad.
Why?
I answered with an easy smile and an even easier answer.
Because the system allows it.
They didn't understand of course.
Much later a Sergeant arrived in my room and took his hat off before glaring at me.
This kind of thing just does not happen here. Why? Why would you do this?
He shouted.
There was only one of him and he had obviously decided to be the bad cop.
Because the system allows it.
I explained calmly.
But the system doesn't allow it. Here you are?
He said, trying not to strangle me with his meaty hands.
It did allow it, so I did it.
I said smugly.
But what if we all went around doing it?!
Railed Johnny Copper.
That would be fine because...
The system allows it!
Johnny Copper finished for me.
Yes.
I said, happy that finally Johnny Copper seemed to be getting it.
Johnny Copper smiled. There was something nasty about his smile.
Then he killed me.
It was a spectacularly messy, squelchy murder. His colleagues ran in but they were too late to save me.
OMGZ. JUMANJI?!?!? WHY? WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS??!
They yelled.
Johnny Copper sat smugly in a sausagey pile of my guts and grinned up with a blood-smeared face at them.
Because the system allows it.