Ben X

It's hard to explain.

It's hard to explain myself.

But I never tell lies.

Everything I say is true,

even when

I don't say a thing.

Someone always has to die first

before anything happens.

Otherwise life just goes on

as if there's no problem.

No. Someone always

has to die first.

And then everyone

suddenly wakes up.

But it's too late then.

That's why

someone had to die.

Every morning I play my game

from 5:
45 till 6:33.

Always.

I've now reached level 80.

If you don't know

what that means,

it's just... high.

It means you're strong,

respected in the world.

Hundreds of thousands

of people online.

But for more than a year,

I've only been playing

with her.

REMEMBER, PRINCESS MAY BE

A MAN IN REAL LIFE

YOU ARE YOU:

GLAD YOU ARE YOU TOO

In games you can be whoever

and whatever you like.

Here you can only be

one person...

the jerk you see

in the mirror.

I have to teach him

everything.

For example, I have to

teach him to laugh.

People like that.

To "give them a smile,"

as they say,

which means smiling when really

there's nothing to smile about.

That's how you create

your own avatar.

for my hands...

and 15 for my hair.

You're as strong as

your weapons and tools.

My heart rate meter,

for example,

to keep track of my heart,

as they say,

for when I get nervous.

Not that it makes me

less nervous,

but now I can see exactly

how nervous I am.

My mother.

Now she's going to say,

- "Good morning, Ben."

- Good morning, Ben.

People say that whether

it's a good morning or not.

"Good morning, Mom."

People never say,

"Bad morning."

Did you sleep well, son?

"Really well, Mom.

It's nice of you to ask.

Thank you."

Have you seen

my troll, Ben?

My brother Jonas.

He's still small.

I have to be

his big brother and all.

Trolls don't have horses.

But somehow I never seem

to know how to.

Calm down, Ben.

Calm down.

Easy now, Ben.

Okay?

Don't take

any of it to heart.

"I won't, Mom."

I won't, Mom.

I won't take heart.

Won't take it to heart.

You are allowed

to take heart, son.

Use your head,

don't get worked up.

Give me a kiss.

Go on.

I've also got a weapon

for fighting noise...

other noise, but nicer.

Nicer noise.

I've got to use my head.

Think ahead

and think a-heart.

Be prepared, be forewarned.

Forewarned is forearmed.

It's all a matter

of planning, of strategy.

I can't say I was taken totally

by surprise, but...

it just proved that...

that everything that'd happened

up till now wasn't right.

Before you do

something like that,

things must be...

it simply

proved to me that

things had just gone too far.

Way too far.

People are strange.

They talk

and talk and talk.

And they drink

each other's saliva.

All I can do is watch

and copy them,

imitate them.

Everything

I'll never learn.

Because there was always

something the matter...

with me and with my hand.

Throw it to someone.

This is getting

out of hand!

- Wrong.

- What's wrong with you?

I'm the man

who's always wrong,

but no one

could tell me exactly

how to be right.

Hi, you faggots!

Pat's got a new girlfriend.

Sit down, darling.

Not bad, eh? When an old girl's

in heat, sparks can fly.

Do you know what your hand

in her knickers feels like?

I don't want to know.

Have you ever given

a horse a lump of sugar?

Bogaert and Desmet.

I'm their best friend.

At least,

that's what they say.

Oh, there's Benny,

our best friend.

Our alien from Pluto.

Living proof that man

descended from mussels.

- Mussels?

- Hi, Benny-Boy.

The man from Mars!

Hi!

Whitney Houston

for Benny-Boy. Over.

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