B: Chapter 1 (start)

Chapter 1

The 6th of June 2006 I had planted more than enough explosive into the
car, set to go the moment I opened the door. I had to die again. This
time was the third. I am sure you will find out about the first two
mistakes over the course of this narrative. But that was then and this
is the beginning.

New York was changing and not for the better. Blade Runner inspired
architects were popping up everywhere. Grandiose sleaze and decay was
the order of the day, side order of commercialism with that maam? It
was enough to make you sick. Yeah ok it was a great film, top ten in my
book, but it was like why let art inspire reality. It was as though
everyone was losing their way not knowing what reality was. Everything
had been done in film so anything that happened in the non-cellulouid
world was a clich?. And I hate clich?s more than anything. Sometimes I
ask myself what next - designing ships so that they have to hit
icebergs and kill almost everyone on board. Just imagine it -
"Experence it for your self the REAL Titanic - not a simulation
(warning this could potentially be fatal).

Madness, I remember when it started. Just under five years ago I
switched on the tv to see a plane fly into the World Trade Centre. I
thought it was a trailer for a new film. I wasn't even shocked, I
actually thought "oh no not another New York disaster movie" and waited
for Bruce Willis to pop upon the screen in brand new vest under the
title "Die Hard 5 - This Time He Dies!" But Bruce didn't pop up CNN
did. Thats when the shock set in, "Oh my god this is real, this
actually happened, what the fuck?!". Then it hit you again, and again,
and again. Freeze frame, slow-mo, camera one, camera two, back to
camera one. They made into into a cinema experience. "Hear the
explosion in Dolby Digital Surround". They killed any shock I had. I
became bored with constant updates, I couldn't take the initial shock
in. they didn't give you a chance. I had to make it unreal in my own
head just to comprehend it.