text: Death Chronicles #1 The Revelation I party. A lot. And I am good at it. If you would look at me at the nightclub, I would be surrounded by groups of friends, many who came there for my enthusiasm, my social skills, my endless river of Joy. My job as a DJ further supports my position as a cool and friendly social butterfly who can command a crowd to party like it's 99’. This ability to persuade a group has much to do with the details of my death, but more on that later. However, despite the happy appearance, I was miserable. No, not miserable, I was simply void of life, already dead, long before the events of that night. Endless beers every night, cocaine to speed up, weed to chill out, girls to forget, I became a machine, a party animal, and nothing else. In my despair I decided to take a vacation to SE to discover something else about myself, find even a small fraction of a man. I chose Laos, for it's the lack of connections I had in it. It was foreign, as foreign as it can get. Yet to no surprise, the party animal within me adapted extraordinary well in here, as it would anywhere else. The alcohol quantity doubled, western drugs, were replaced with eastern ones. The fake friends came like mosquitoes to a sleeping drunk. After all, this is what I was; a mosquito leeching of society, a fake friend/lover/ human, and a sleeping addict oblivious to the world around him. You could say it was the E Coli bacteria from a small scratch that killed a compromised immune system, but that's a pure lie. I could have prevented it, treated it, called for help, but I didn't want. As soon as I felt sick and weak, I knew it was over. I felt thankful for the disease, finally giving me an option out. I did not care about myself, nor did I care about others. And that made me free, completely free to do anything, ANYTHING! Even if it's for a day or two until the E Coli finally put me down. But not before I go out with a bang. The Judgement Who or what it did really not matter, I was ready to leap at anything. Unleash my fury onto anything. I was pissed at the wars, pollution, corruption, alcohol and drugs. I was pissed at the world itself. Here in Loas there was loads of trash everywhere so I made that my target, but it could have just as easily been a parking officer. I though of a Coca-Cola factory or a McDonalds, but after a quick chat with mister Google I was satisfied with a nearby factory producing packaged snacks for locals and shipping. I actually recognized the packaging of that brand littering the waterfall where I was too drunk to go rappelling down with the other tourists a few weeks ago. That was good enough of evidence to me. To top it all of, the “Tanner” natural snacks and chips factory was conveniently located nearby a tourist attraction. I rented a portable speaker and some basic DJ equipment, some LED lights, and even a huge disco ball, I could have outright bought it with my life savings at my disposal, but renting was just more simple. Next was the transport, I got a minibus Van including a driver, that could fit the equipment and at least 15 people, if you shove them in party style. The driver did look at me weird, considering that I was dripping in sweat from the fever, but since I agreed to his ridiculous proposed price, he convinced himself that it was just the tropical heat. Finally, I needed party animals like me. In the beginning it was hard, because I tried using new friends, but they all had forgotten, or simply not cared much about me. But, after a round though the local drinking holes, I had plenty of volunteers willing to have a blasting party at the jungle waterfalls. They even created a Facebook group and did the invitations themselves, saving me time for preparing the cocktails. The cocktails were of all types, some just good drinks, some really strong to make sure all reason is abandoned, and of course, at least 50 bottles filled with gasoline and a handy wick.