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I have somehow been recruited for a mission in which I’m supposed to impersonate Donald Trump. I don’t remember who hired me for this, what the point of impersonating Trump is, or why I agreed to do it.
I’m told it’s for some livestreaming forum, although Trump is the only speaker, so it seems more like an overblown press conference, with a small in-house audience whose job is to laugh at his jokes.
I’m made up to look like Trump with spray tan and a wig. I go to the event and judging from the attendee reaction, my impersonation is convincing, although I notice some ppl behind me seem to be interested in my hair, and might have figured out it’s a wig. I figure Trump gets this all the time, so I don’t worry too much.
Shift: After the event, I’m at my mom’s old house, still in my Trump get-up. A van pulls into the driveway and as I go to the side door, I see Trump approaching, wearing a long black overcoat, his expression the same menacing scowl as his official presidential portrait. I back away as he steps inside, and as he approaches me, I’m surprised that he’s taller than I thought – almost 9 feet.
Before I can say anything, he opens his overcoat, revealing that he is actually sitting on the shoulders of a man in a general’s uniform. Kust as I remember being warned earlier about the general, he reaches out with one hand, grabs me by the shoulder and pulls me to him in an embrace. With the other hand, he pulls out a long knife and stabs me in the back. There’s a sharp pain, and everything fades to black.
And then I woke up.
Trumped again,
This is dF
I’m told it’s for some livestreaming forum, although Trump is the only speaker, so it seems more like an overblown press conference, with a small in-house audience whose job is to laugh at his jokes.
I’m made up to look like Trump with spray tan and a wig. I go to the event and judging from the attendee reaction, my impersonation is convincing, although I notice some ppl behind me seem to be interested in my hair, and might have figured out it’s a wig. I figure Trump gets this all the time, so I don’t worry too much.
Shift: After the event, I’m at my mom’s old house, still in my Trump get-up. A van pulls into the driveway and as I go to the side door, I see Trump approaching, wearing a long black overcoat, his expression the same menacing scowl as his official presidential portrait. I back away as he steps inside, and as he approaches me, I’m surprised that he’s taller than I thought – almost 9 feet.
Before I can say anything, he opens his overcoat, revealing that he is actually sitting on the shoulders of a man in a general’s uniform. Kust as I remember being warned earlier about the general, he reaches out with one hand, grabs me by the shoulder and pulls me to him in an embrace. With the other hand, he pulls out a long knife and stabs me in the back. There’s a sharp pain, and everything fades to black.
And then I woke up.
Trumped again,
This is dF
