Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171667 times)

I run inside and dive face-first on the couch.

"What's wrong, Alexandria?"

After the ringing in my ears die down, I slowly get up. "I'm good..."

I yell something not understandable into the couch cushion.

"I'll get her..." I mumble as I stumble into the bank. I then drunkenly walk into the room Alex is in. "You good?"

I look at him with teary eyes, "Am I ugly?"

"...Is this about the guys that just got me blown up?"

I continue looking at him, silent


I re-bury my face in the couch cushion

"Perk up. No real damage was done to anybody... besides me..."

I ignore him, continuing to sob on the couch

"Is there something besides the douche calling you ugly that's upsetting you?"

"You're not ugly."

also
all the friends who decided to post three times and leave got raped by crazies and ripped apart.

"Bro, I've already claimed this problem, get out."