Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 172962 times)

The ferris wheel begins to collapse completely. I sit, legs crossed on top of the RV, smiling and clapping.

I start driving somewhere.

"Good job, kid." I hear the howels of crazies in the distance in response to the falling ferris wheel. "Let's get out of here."

I floor on the pedal and speed out of the theme park and into the road.

^Wait what? I thought I was driving the RV :/

"Where are we going?"

Aha, there is a gas station.  "Ugh, that price," I say glancing at the $4.23 a gallon.  Thank god that isn't valid anymore. 
I fill the tank on the AMTS.  Diesel.  Argh. 

"That was awesome!" I shout through the RV's sun roof.

"Good job, kid." I hear the howels of crazies in the distance in response to the falling ferris wheel. "Let's get out of here."

I floor on the pedal and speed out of the theme park and into the road.

^Wait what? I thought I was driving the RV :/

Whatever.

A large boom is heard in the distance.  Somebody is causing a huge problem, and this time I will not investigate.  Probably the people I ditched earlier.



I drive toward the hospital, my home.  There are two crazies blocking the way, so I plow over them in my AMTS.  Oh the joy. 
When I get in my place is thankfully how I left it.  I sleep. 

Goodnight all. 

"What's the ferris wheel going to do?"

"It's going to sit there and rust."

"I say we go back to the hospital and continue from there."