Tyler Durden gets me a job as a waiter. He pushed a gun in my mouth. To him, he didn’t fear death and was a legend. We were thinking of blowing up the place as we knew how to make nitroglycerin. We were on top of Parker Morris building. The building started blowing up. The Mischief Committee was at work. In 9 minutes, the building would be blown to shreds. With explosives, it was possible to topple anything. Tyler wanted to destroy the national museum. Tyler and I had a love triangle problem as he liked Marla but Marla liked me. Only 3 minutes left.
Bob held me close. He was a big man. He was clearly upset and started sobbing. I felt terribly lost inside. Bob had huge tits because he had a hormonal imbalance. I didn’t want life to seem like an oblivion. There were others crying too. It was a testicular cancer support group. I was a cancer victim too, just like Bob. It all happened 3 years ago when I was contracted with cancer. Dying was sad. Chloe, a member of the group, liked to watch pornography. I didn’t cry at support group meetings. Bob used to be a bodybuilder and underwent 3 divorces. He had a poor relationship with his 2 kids. Somehow, I found the support group to be useful. Maria was one of the patients at the support group too. I had a poor impression of her as I thought she was a fake.
It’s easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die. On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero. – The Narrator
This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can’t touch anything and nothing can touch you. – The Narrator
I woke up at Air Harbor International. I wished that I would be dead sometimes. Tyler worked part time as a movie projectionist. The author keeps switching scenes and flashback is performed. Tyler was working on the projector reels. I had bad dreams due to my lack of sleep. Reels had to be changeover in the old projectors and if done properly, no one in the audience will notice. If you miss a changeover, the audience will curse at you. I hated my life. I was travelling for work and had to take notes during work meetings. By accident, Tyler and I met. We met at a nude beach. Tyler showed me how to read the time by the shadow cast by 5 logs at the beach. Later, he gave me his number. Tyler was also a banquet waiter at a hotel.
Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. I prayed for wind shear effect. I prayed for pelicans sucked into the turbines and loose bolts and ice on the wings. – The Narrator
Maria Singer was at the support group. Everyone always seemed to get better. Chloe said she no longer feared death. ‘Cancer’ was not used. Instead, the term ‘agent’ was used. Later on, I thought out that Chloe died. Maria keep smoking during the session and it was distracting. I respected Chloe for the way she approached life and thought how absurd life was. I hugged Maria during therapy session. Maria knew I was lying too, just like her. Maria went for therapy because she when she saw suffering, it would make her appreciate life more. It made her feel good. I was already at the support group for 2 years. This was how I met Maria.
My suitcase was vibrating and it got picked up by security. I lived in a condominium. My baggage had to be evacuated. I made sure my personal belongings were not left behind. I got home from the airport. There was an accident at my home. My house was blown apart. The police didn’t allow me to return to my own unit. The police didn’t rule out arson. I called Tyler. I agreed to meet Tyler afterwards. Tyler allowed me to move in with him temporarily. We were both drunk and Tyler wanted me to hit him as hard as I could.
If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot you don’t. – The Doorman
I had stitches on my face and it was swollen. I was back at work. There was blood covering my face. Fight Club was tomorrow. ‘The first rule about fight club is you don’t talk about fight club.’ I wanted to die with a few scars. Fight Club was a way to give fighters confidence in their real life. In the real world, I worked as a recall campaign co-ordinator. I loved fight club. Self-destruction was the answer. It was held at a basement of a bar. Shoes and shirts were not allowed in fight club. You have a reason to head to the gym and keep your hair short. Some guys go there to de-stress. We don’t talk it outside of work. Tyler and I invented Fight Club. We first fought on a parking lot and it felt strangely therapeutic. ‘If this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.’ Fighting was a way of overcoming your fear.
Fight club isn’t about winning or losing fights. Fights club isn’t about words. You see a guy come to fight club for the first time, and his ass is a loaf of white bread. You see this same guy here six months later, and he looks carved out of wood. This guy trusts himself to handle anything. – Tyler Durden
Tyler met Maria and they had sex together. I longed to have sex with Marla Singer. Tyler rented a big apartment. There was a used condom in the toilet. I have been living in his house for close to a month already. It was a good place to deal with drugs because it was obscure. Marla stayed at the Regent Hotel. Tyler admitted that he liked Marla. Deep down, I was angry at Tyler’s behavior. I was enraged inside. Marla was wanted and was under threat. Luckily, Marla and Tyler managed to escape from the hotel and took a cab.
Boss sent me home because there was dried blood on my pants. I write haikus for my colleagues. Blood could be seen as a form of enlightenment. Tyler and Marla were having sex frequently. Tyler was doing push-ups. I had a difficult childhood and had issues with my parents. Marla wore a sexy dress and I was impressed. I wanted Marla out of the house now. I liked my boss. Marla was trying to hit bottom. We were boiling milk and later filling them in milk cartons. Tyler didn’t want me mentioning Marla’s name to him again. We were trying to make soap now. Tyler was thinking of making dynamite and blow up bridges.
It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. – Tyler
We placed lye and water together and cause objects to burn. He placed it on my hand. He didn’t want to hear me cry and called it guided meditation. Tyler wanted me to learn the value of sacrifice. He wanted me to hit bottom. I had to imagine myself in Ireland, where everyone else was sacrificing as well. He wanted me to imagine that the soap was made of heroes.
Without their death, their pain, without their sacrifice, we would have nothing. – Tyler
Soup was ready, but it contained explosives inside. We needed to act fast, before the soup turned cold. We walked through ballrooms. Tyler also worked as a waiter. Tyler was also full of mischief. Later, he got in trouble and got fired. The hostess was in a real mess and was dead drunk. Tyler liked to spoil people’s experiences. We were always thinking of what we can add to the food.
Getting fired is the best thing that could happen to any of us. That way, we’d quit treading water and do something with our lives. – Tyler
We also played a prank on Marla’s mother. Tyler was making money from selling soap. Tyler called himself the Paper Street Soap Company. Tyler and I bought an Impala. We all hated dance clubs. Marla was upset at what we did to her mother. We had to sleep elsewhere to avoid getting caught. One day, Tyler gave Marla’s mum a box of chocolates. There was once when Marla came to Tyler’s place and wanted to place something in the freezer. She found out that Tyler and I added chemicals to the food. Marla was angry and thought I was the mastermind behind everything. We boiled her mother into soap. Thankfully, Tyler and I managed to escape.
I was back at work. We did a recall campaign. My boss found out about the fight club. I was suffering from a bad bout of insomnia. I was extremely pissed that he managed to find out about it. My boss started reading the fight club rules on a piece of paper which I accidentally left behind. I felt like shooting him I wondered why Tyler wanted 10 copies of the fight club rules? To be honest, I knew about the car defects even before the recall took place but simply kept quiet and did nothing. I met Big Bob later. The fight club group disbanded. However, there was another group that still existed. It was founded by Tyler Durden. I pretended not to know him.
I found Marla at Regent Hotel. She didn’t mention about the collagen trust fund. She seemed really ill. Marla just wanted someone to talk to. There is nothing wrong with dying. The doctor thought I had cancer because I had a birthmark. The wart on my penis would be alright in a matter of time. I want to cheer Marla up.
In the wild you don’t see old animals because as soon as they age, animals die. If they get sick or slow down, something stronger kills them. Animals aren’t meant to get old. – The Narrator
I liked the attention I received in the support groups. You had their full attention. People listened more than usual. We could build trust with one another. Marla found her first lump. It was an accident. Marla didn’t have much of a family. Later, after the lump discovery, she started going for the support group. She took up a job doing prepaid funeral plans for a mortuary. Marla had almost hit rock bottom and was very upset. She had seen the dying. My condo blew up and I didn’t cause it. I couldn’t leave town as I was under investigation.
I’m breaking my attachment to physical power and possessions, because only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit. – Tyler
Everything was falling apart. Tyler was not needed at his job. However, he still enjoyed pension. Tyler thought that no one cared about him. Tyler and I were looking increasingly alike. I went to see the manager of Pressman Hotel. I was sounding more and more like Tyler. The union president punched Tyler. Tyler had nothing and didn’t care about his life. Later, I dialed the hotel manager. I got involved in a fight with the manager. There were more and more fight clubs. Tyler wanted to expand his empire. There was money coming in as well. I took the blows in exchange for money.
Project Mayhem was underway and causing havoc for society. You do not ask questions of Project Mayhem. Tyler used the fight club to organize his mayhem activities and to recruit members. Tyler wanted the average Joe to feel powerful. If you’re arrested, you are off the Assault committee. Tyler vets through proposals and discards the ones he thinks are no good. The average Joes would be tasked to execute mayhem. Later, members were ordered to buy a gun. You are not allowed to ask questions. No one was allowed to make excuses. No one was allowed to lie. The ultimate aim of project Mayhem was to teach man that he had the power to control history. Tyler stepped up his game and invented Project Mayhem. What was I really fighting? I wanted to destroy the beautiful things in society. I wanted the world to hit bottom. I hated paying the price for the mistakes of other humans. This was my world and I wanted to dominate it. We wanted to destroy mankind so that the Earth could recover. That was the goal of Project Mayhem. The last rule of Project Mayhem was that you needed to trust Tyler.
The idea is to take some Joe on the street who’s never been in a fight and recruit him. Let him experience winning for the first time in his life. Get him to explode. Give him permission to beat the crap out of you. – The Narrator
Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They’re like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed. – Tyler
I was at my office today. Tyler wanted me to type up and copy some documents. Tyler wanted guys to sleep at the basement of the fight club. The men were required to bring the stuff that Tyler wanted. They had to bring their own burial money as well. We chased away some applicants but some of them were persistent and waited outside the fight club for 3 days. Eventually, we were impressed by their resolve and took them in. There were many teams of Project Mayhem. I had to manage the men. Some of the men were assigned to stupid tasks. Later, I bumped into Marla. The men planned different acts of sabotage. Tyler was never at home. No one has seen Tyler for a long while. Was Tyler building an army? It appears that Tyler dumped us.
Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing. – Space Monkey
My boss went for vacation. Later, Tyler tells me to get to the parking lot. There were mechanics and a Cadillac. What was Tyler planning? Tyler simply wanted us to get God’s attention for being bad as it was better than getting no attention at all. The lower you fall, the higher you’ll fly. Some men were looking for new bars and garages to fight. The fight club would always be free. The mechanic was crazy and simply drove against oncoming traffic. He didn’t care one bit about death. The three space monkeys were in the back seat. Later, we hit and truck and crashed. I wanted to die now. I felt like I was nothing Smoke was emanating from the carpet beneath us.
If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? – The Narrator
I had a near-life experience. The plan of fight club was to enslave people and then show them courage by frightening them. We were a hunting party. We wanted to make soap out of human fat in order to sell them.
I followed the mechanic and bought a gun. I held out my gun and wanted to shoot Raymond Hessel. I placed the gun in his face. He gave me his wallet and I collected his driving license. I kept telling him that he was going to die. Constantly, I intimidated him and threatened him. At all times, the gun was pressed against his face. I was Tyler’s mouth and hands.
Tyler hasn’t been home yet. I collected the 12 human driving licenses. Some of the guys haven’t heard of Tyler. It turns out that I was Tyler. I suffered from bad insomnia and did things which I wasn’t very aware of. Everyone recognized me from my birthmark. Marla admitted that I saved her life as she had previously attempted suicide. Even Marla confirmed that I was Tyler Durden. I didn’t believe myself and knew that I needed more sleep.
This was the problem with insomnia. Project Mayhem was fast expanding to other states. I imagined talking to Tyler now. We both shared the same body. We held down the police commissioner. The whole plan was to stop him from taking down the fight club. Everyone was getting more invested in Fight Club. Basically, when I was awake, I was myself. When I was asleep, Tyler Durden takes over. Tyler said he wouldn’t disappear but I could not offend him as he would screw me over. Tyler was my hallucination.
Everything was falling apart. Marla didn’t know the difference between Tyler and I. A space monkey was learning how to make napalm. I went with Marla for dinner. I wanted Marla to follow me everywhere I went and to record everything I did or said. I clearly the first instance when I met Tyler. It was when I was at a beach, when I was asleep. I insisted that I was not Tyler Durden. The trick, I thought, would be to keep awake. My plan was for Marla to follow me so that she could control the damage that Tyler caused.
Big Bob died while completing a mission. Now, he was just an object. Death was a miracle. He was 48. He was only a part of project Mayhem. People attain the hero status in death. I desperately wanted to tell everyone that the fight club was not worth it. I told people to go home. I’m still standing in the centre of the room. Now, I wanted everyone to leave the fight club. Everyone collapsed in front of me. I was floating and flying. Project Mayhem was my idea. I stood in the middle of the ring and did not move.
I was with Marla in room 8G. We were going to bowling. The plan was to get rid of Tyler. She wanted me to cross-dress etc.
The police were interviewing people near my office. I didn’t get off the bus for work. My boss was dead. The windows were smashed etc. I knew Tyler did it. There was a new version of the lightbulb bomb. I quite liked my boss. The problem was that Tyler didn’t. The police were after me now. There were space monkeys in my bus too. If anyone wanted to shut down the club, the people would grab him by the nuts. The space monkeys were after me. Thankfully, there were cops outside. The police also knew what we were up to. I told them I wasn’t Tyler. They were about to cut off my balls. I tried to escape from the bus. Everyone was tugging at me. They finally removed my trousers. I was in an extremely panicky mood. There was an arm around my chest and then there was simply darkness. I was not allowed to fight back.
My boss was gone and so was my home and job. There was nothing left. Marla was there. I called Marla at the hotel. We decided to return to the first place we ever met. Marla was at the church. Marla hit me and said I killed someone. The police were after me. It was Tyler who killed my boss, it wasn’t me. Tyler shot the mayor’s special envoy. I didn’t have cancer. Tyler was my other half of my split personality. I needed to take care of Tyler Durden.
I started recalling what Tyler knew. I knew why Tyler occurred. A part of me wanted to be with Marla. That’s how Tyler started. Patrick Madden died. As I fought a guy on the ring, I started recalling how he died. I started fighting more guys. I was pounded and hurt. I started crying. Suddenly, I just wanted to continue fighting until I would die.
Everything in my room was gone. Tyler told me to get up even though my life was broken. Death would be an empowering thing. Tyler and I headed to the top of Parker Morris Building and stuck a gun in my mouth. We only had 8 minutes left to live. Marla came running towards us. Marla discouraged me from shooting myself. Marla admitted that she liked me now. She said she liked me, and not Tyler and that she knew the difference. I pulled the trigger.
I died and so did Tyler. The angels in Heaven were good. God spoke me to him. He asked me why I caused so much pain. We just are who we are. Marla was still alive.
Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? – The Narrator