• Jack stumbled backwards with fear in his eyes. The ringing in his ears ceased and the worlds muddled sound came creeping upon him. Jack groped his chest, his hand coming away hot and sticky. He looked at his hand, eyes zig-zagging across his palm, taking in every minute detail. it was covered in a deep beautiful red. The fanciful irony of this filled Jack's mind. He looked downward, only to see a crimson rose slowly blossoming across his breast. Jack had never really liked flowers. He fell to his knees, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, catching one final glimpse of his killer before plummeting to the floor, dead. The killer looked exactly like himself.

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    Jack titled his head back in a fractal scream seeming to elongate into an infinite void lasting an eternity. Shooting himself had yielded unexpected results. Jack's mind fractured with the knowledge of infinite Jacks trapped in a Möbius loop through time and space. His screams gave way to the white frothing of a foam of a raving mad man. Then suddenly with a mighty crack, he was broken into smaller and smaller pieces, strewn across all time and space like a temporal being, existing in all instances. No longer bound by human limitations, Jack was filled with a most profound understanding. He looked upon the universe, and he saw that it was good.