Paranoia and Disaster

Can you believe it? Today, another man died from the guillotine. That was not the surprising part; in fact it is really normal considering that the time period which I live in was the French Revolution where deaths are considered normal. But the man executed was by the name of Guillotin! No, I did not die. Since me and my family were no longer known by the name Guillotin, the man was not someone from our family. Although this rumor led people to assume that I had died. 

This sickens me. Watching one after another die by the national razor named after ME. What was meant to be a more humane form of execution turned out to be a mean green killing machine. At first I really thought that the guillotine was a great idea, but now that I have seen hundreds upon thousands getting decapitated, it really convinces me that it was such a great idea. It seems as if I was a contributor to the thousands of deaths. The period of the French Revolution was really a time of insecurity. Someone could be fine and dandy but in a blink of an eye could be brought to the guillotine to be executed. The suspicion for counter-revolutionists were solved by executing anyone they suspected. By simply saying “Good day Mister” could get you executed because you’re not saying “Good day citizen” which shows equality that everyone is equal. My point is, the air is unbelievably filled with paranoia. It is a time of fear and disgust watching people die every day.