Legend of Big Daddy

Legend of Big Daddy

Legend of Big Daddy

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Big Daddy was a legendary spook
A cypher, a ghost, a secret operative
Working for a top-secret covert agency
Known as “The Committee That Does Not Exist”.

And he did not exist
Having been officially
Deceased for many years

He lied all the time
He was not terribly worried
That his victims would find him.

No one knew his real name
Called him Big Daddy

Or his latest covert name.
And he had hundreds
Of cover legends.

He lived in the shadow lands
Of the third world
In nameless hellhole slums
And dark secret dungeons.

Where he would do what needed
To be done
Killing those that needed killing
At the instructions
Of his unseen masters.

He had so far to go
Before he would see
The end.

“It is time for death”
he said to his victims
like an avenging angel.

Showing no mercy
As he dispatched them,
To the waiting embrace
Of the Grim Reaper.

Staring at them
With his alien, cold, inhumane,
Robotic soulless blue eyes.

NEW PROMPT: Tomorrow, June 28, is Paul Bunyan Day. It is one contemporary example of the process of myth-making: how exaggerated tales can turn a real person into a legendary, even supernatural, figure. For tomorrow, write your story or poem about someone (it doesn't have to be the legendary North American lumberjack) discovering that the stories about him or her have taken on a life of their own, making them out to be far more than they really were.