Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 170935 times)

I walk around and eventually find Alexia.
I sit down next to her and ask, "What do you need to get off of your chest?"

"...Why are you asking?"



I exit my room and exit the bank, depositing my olives in the trash on my way out. "Oh, there you are..." the man on the building says as he watches me. "Screw the boss wanting you dead, he'll pay MUCH more if you're alive... Now all I need is something to lure him out with..." the man says as he continues to watch the bank. "All in due time..."

"Okay. I'll go get some rest, and I'll figure out how to get everything off of my chest there."
I walk to my room alone.
"I really wish I never shot that kid. Maybe he'd still be here if I hadn't shot him. He'd never have gone insane."
« Last Edit: June 27, 2012, 01:04:51 AM by Gojira »

When I get almost a mile away from the bank, I decide to sit down and clear my mind.

"...But it seems nobody really likes Trevor... I can't kidnap anybody and trade them for Trevor if they don't like him..." the man says as he taps his foot. "This is turning out to be more difficult than expected..."

I stand up and begin walking back to the bank, keeping an eye out for anything dangerous.

"...What was I going to do again?" I ask myself. "Damn memory loss..." I mutter as I slap myself in the head. I then spot Alex approaching. "Oh, hello. Do you happen to know what I was about to do?"

"Give me a big hug?"

"No... That's not it..."

"Walk around and contemplate things?"

"No... That's not it either... I was going to do SOMETHING... Something important..."

I shrug my shoulders and walk inside.