• Winter time was always dreadful. It snowed and rained and was just too dang cold. A pleasant Chris Vader rose on one of those mornings to find himself in a room, all alone, with nothing but a window and behind it, several feet of snow. *breathes through vent* "Another crappy day for work". Chris, in the horrible mood he was in, walked toward the bathroom and attempted to look in the mirror. He saw a dark, sad, lonely face of an ex-Sith. He realized he had fallen far and lost the FORCE.
    As Chris got into his 98 Volkswagen, he noticed a strange feeling as if he had forgotten something. "Hmm what have I forgotten, oh what oh damn-it I don't have time for this", he then drove off through the snow and dirt road back to the dark cubicle in the dark building on DARK st. in DARTH city.
    "Hey Chris how's it goin!" shouted a neighboring worker at his office.
    *breathe* "Dammit Fred how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Chris! My name is Lord Vader!"
    *Fred laughs*
    *breathe* "Shuttup! YOU SHALL FEEL THE WRATH OF THE FORCE!!!!!!" *Chris raises his hand and formed a choke hold in mid-air*
    "What are you doing?"
    "The FORCE is weak with me" *breathe* "How could I be so weak!?" *breathe*
    "Why don't you try working out? You look kinda fat anyway."
    *breathe* "I don't need to 'work out'. All I desire is POWER! I have grown so pathetic that I can't even choke a mindless fool such as yourself! Oh I have fallen far"*breathe*
    Fred grinned and turned around to continue his work while Chris kept on trying to zap him with the FORCE. He mumbled to himself "YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME RIGHT HAND! NOW YOU MUST DIE" *breathe*