User blog:Tarekzaki/My last meeting with Sam, forever.

Sam and I looked at eachother, brooding. "I really did NOT want to confront you, Sam, I really didn't want to do this," the former said.

Sam stared at him. Then he suddenly laughed, stunning me. "The Scratch Team and their 'followers' as good as asked for it!"

I, surprised by the sudden outburst, yelled, "But why have you done this? Why take over Scratch?!"

Sam could not control his hysterical laughter. "The Scratch Team banished me into the world of bitmap, when I repeatedly asked to be in vector. The Scratch Team ignored my requests to update the Scratch Editors. The Scratch Team does not listen to their followers about the faults of the 2.0 editor! You see the Scratch Team having light shine out of them, well, I think differently!" He suddenly stopped laughing, furious. "I am going to get rid of Scratch, payback for them, AND NOBODY WILL STOP ME!" He suddenly looked deranged.

I realized attempting to calm him down would me for naught. I looked down at his weapon, closed my eyes, sobbing, and released the trigger.

The pain I felt from taking another's life was equal to the pain of Sam, dying. No...I didn't...but...I don't believe it...but he could not be...dead...

Yet I could clearly see fragments of a man scattered around me, and the scratchers viewing this terrible fight.

But the scratchers, it seemed did not feel that way. They celebrated and rejoiced at Sam's death.

I wonder, when Sam and I were friends in grade school, if he knew it would come to this...