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Originally Posted by Racerbvd
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My final dead-horse on this:
Charlie Brown was an angry young man. The world he had grown up into was not what he had imagined it would be, not what he felt he had been promised it would be. Instead, it was a world where things did not always go his way, where life just kept pulling the football away at the final moment and he was tired of it. First, the little red-haired girl rejected him for another boy and then that sadistic Lucy van Pelt kept hurting him with the football trick. He had thought about shaking-off life's little setbacks and getting his act together and growing the hell up but no, he decided that becoming a moody but well-armed drifter, sulking about the world that he had been cheated out of would be the right path for him. "I'll show all of you!" he shouted as he walked out the door with Snoopy IV chasing after him. First stop was the van Pelt house where he found Lucy. He shot her seven times. Linus came running outside in tears but Charlie knew that Linus was a kind soul so he let Linus live. Then he quickly double-timed it over to the little red-haired girl's house but her mother said that she was not home. Charlie Brown shot the mother 11 times. He knew that the little red-haired girl's father was a hunter and a gunsmith in his spare time so he broke into their basement and found the gun cabinet and ammunition stash. He grabbed a rifle and several boxes of ammo and stuffed the ammo in his backpack. He also grabbed some ammo for the 9mm pistol he'd used on Lucy and the mother. He ran out of there as the sirens could be heard a few blocks away and made it to the highway where a sympathetic trucker picked him up. "Son, you look like you're in trouble." Charlie just shrugged and looked out the window. Several hours passed in silence before the trucker pulled into a rest area and said, "Okay son, this is where you go on your way." Charlie felt betrayed and shot the trucker 12 times. He then grabbed the cash in the trucker's wallet and walked away from the rest area feeling as if the world was slowly becoming more just, more aware of his presence.
Charlie Brown was last seen in the Utah wilderness, standing on a mesa looking out over what he felt was the vast apocalyptic wasteland that America had become. The America that had failed to see that all he wanted was the little red-haired girl by his side and to kick that damned football.