Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 170290 times)

My vision flashes, my Eyes roll, and I fall unconscious again.

Gotta go for the night, will continue tomorrow

I continue laughing, then quickly regain my composure. "Alright. Who are you."

"Why would I tell you after your buddy tried to give me cancer?"

"From a purely factual stand-point the odds of getting cancer from inhaling that much smoke is very very low."

"Yes, I'm not a moron."


"Oh, you want information and treat me like I'm worth as much as the paper you use to wipe your wrinkly old ass? Yeah, I don't think you'll be getting much that way."

"Tch. Tell me what I want to know."


I blow more smoke in his face




I begin singing again

I begin twirling the knife nonchalantly.