Taking a moment to examine my environment, I noticed something very strange. None of the buildings had windows. I then noticed Everyone had motorbikes as heads. Suddenly, a tower of onions came crashing in from the large, glass roof and penetrated my skin. I then proceded to swallow the remaining droll from my lips as I lifted my head off my keyboard and examined the spectacle of my late-night writing.
Feeling rather sluggish, but still eager to write, I left my room and proceded to the kitchen, dully lit by the lamp coming from the fan above the stove. I pried the handle of my rundown fridge off in an attempt to open it. A thought occurred, 'Jeez, I need a life'. My name is Edward Cross, professional couch potato. I spend my spare time playing Elder Scroll IV: Oblivion and my work is writing cheap stories and selling them to low quality publishers. What a wonderful life. I opened the fridge via the edge of the door, afterwards I took a Red Bull, not paying any attention to the inflated Inflatable doll jammed in the area where primary trays should be. I strode off to my room, sat in my squeaky roller chair and began writing.
