Date: 12/27/2018
By sarahlane
I was the pope with a massive drug problem. I was well beloved by the people and often gave amazing speeches. A speech I remember giving was about forgiveness. I spoke with eloquence and often took reflective pauses-it would get so quiet that you could hear a pin drop from the crowd. Most of my speeches were actually me projecting my problems without anyone knowing. Not sure what drug it was, but it was a clear liquid in a syringe. One night I injected and was starting to become high when another lower priest came in and tried to use my inability to defend myself to kill me by making me overdose with another syringe. I escaped though and met my sister, who was an exact twin of me.