Ink stains and paper cuts - Lanttu saga

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Story of a label - Lanttu gets her revenge

Some background: Lanttu saga has long traditons. The original texts have long been detroyed but the spirit will live on. This is first of the new stories. This story will take us back to one of the Lanttu's first succesful punishments (nobody knows how many punishments she had given earlier). I know inside jokes don't always make sense and I apologise for that.

Once upon a time there was a soda bottle label. The label was new since the soda company Root had just launched a new competition in which the label played small but important role. It was that the back side of the label would indicate wheter you're either a loser or a winner. Only half a million of the consumers would be winners - the rest unavoidably losers. Losers who would get spit on them on the streets.
Lanttu Tuhtinen was youngishly sour female person who thought that the soda brand mentioned was almost heavenly. She did actually call the soda banally "The nectar of gods". The soda even rivaled well to Lanttu's own speciality - the square root concentrate. Lanttu was of course more interested to drink Root because of the competition. Lanttu decided to become a winner, losing was not an option. By the Great Sqaure Root, she would not be a loser.

Carry "whino" Georgston was a loser addicted to Root. Carry's life was normal addicted's life - bottle a day was the minimum to avoid any withdrawal symptoms. Carry was in constant financial problems because of the addiction and his only social contacts were random violent visits of the creditors' goons.
That day like any given day Carry bought a bottle from the vending machine to satisfy the addiction. Well the bottle clonked out of the machine without any kicking required and Carry grabbed the bottle like a pro. As an experinced addict he knew the the carbon dioxides would need let to settle down before opening the bottle. Earlier as a novice consumer Carry had made few embarrassing basic mistakes so his relationships to the cleaners were not too good. On the floor ceiling the splatter marks of "the Big Splash" could still be seen. Carry's addicted brains did by a chance register that the bottle's front label was different from before. After reading Carry realised that there's a new competition on the label. Carry knew within that there's no chance that one of the half a million winning labels would ever be on his bottle because he was after all a total loser and never had won anything. Carry would not be hurt losing again after too many loses before.

Lanttu had ripped off too many labels during the competition - but no avail. Only loses. Lanttu was slowly starting to get a fearful feeling that she would be a loser this time. Although Lanttu had had a good life so far she knew that losing in this competition would push her to a kamikze depression that would most likely end by Lanttu herself or somebody else getting hurt badly. Also somebody could end up in a body bag.
Lanttu saw Carry buying a bottle of Root from the vending machine. Lanttu knew Carry to be a totally useless outcast addict and it would be really ironic if some bastard like Carry would win. The thought was itself so absurd that Lanttu pushed it off her mind accompanied by a short laugh and wishing she could some day whip the hell out of Carry.
Lanttu walked in to the classroom calmly with a psychotic grumpy expression on her face. The class was about to start shortly. Lanttu saw Carry also to park himself at his place. The teacher Mrs. Rhea Cannon-Straight had not yet arrived so Lanttu tried to see Carry's expression when he would rip a lose from the label. A lose to tell the outcast his place in the social ladder. Lanttu could hardly wait to see Carry's face at the moment of defeat.
Carry opened the bottle with a pure skill, the swish was its own harmonic masterpiece and not even a drop spilled outside the bottle. Lanttu watched slightly jealously when Carry took a long enjoyable gulp from the bottle and burped sweetly afterwards. Lanttu's hands started to sweat since she knew Carry would soon rip off the label.

An image of the new competition rose up in Carry's addicted brains. Now it would be a good time to accept the defeat. Carry sarcastically remarked to his "friends" that they should watch him taking another punch from the society. The "friends" bluntly laughed at Carry's remark and continued the converation Carry had broken. Without any greater dramatization Carry ripped off the label and read the result.
-Fuck no, Carry sighed. His friends' conversation came to a sudden halt and a wall of silence went up around Carry.
-Don't tell me you won, one of the friends said.
-I did, Carry remarked and continued "what a shitty prize, not worth a shit."
-Don't be too hasty, you could sell it, said somebody.
-The hell with it said Carry. At that point Mrs. Rhea Cannon-Straight entered the class room.

Lanttu was in a shock for a while after she realized that the hemorrhoid of the society Bastard-Carry had won. After snapping out of it Lanttu realized in horror that Carry was just demolishing the label making fun of it to his friends. Every wrinkling, every brutal act towards that innocent label tore Lanttu deep under her skin. Lanttu felt as her whole skin would have been burning. Lanttu regretted her decision to leave her throwing sqaure roots at home. They would have ended at once the pain Carry was causing. After the class all Lanttu could do was to buy a bottle of Root and hope the label to be on her favor this time. Lanttu peeked behind the label of the bottle feeling hopeful.


"Loser"


Next week the local newspaper had a short news item about a strange car accident that premilinary investigation had determined to had been caused partly by a soda bottle label, leather whip and a syringe containing traces of square root concentrate. On person died in the accident.



All the characters and events are fictional. All similarity to real life is unintentional. All you read was a lie. Or was it?

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