Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169464 times)

I walk out into the hallway of the vault.

"First impressions are important. So far I've come off to everyone as an ass, and wit won't help a man survive. It helps him get shot by his fellow survivors, that's what."

"First impressions are important. So far I've come off to everyone as an ass, and wit won't help a man survive. It helps him get shot by his fellow survivors, that's what."
"What more do you want me to say? I can't say anything else. But really, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to sleep. Get some rest. Good night."

I sigh and fall asleep on the floor a few minutes later.

I look around and then walk out into the bank. I look out the window, a couple crazies outside mumble gibberish.

Jack Norton looks happily at his successful work.
It looked like intricate woodwork due to several creases on the surface. what had been the head of a man with a grimace on is face, had been replaced by a happy face. He was lucky that there was wood colored paint around the campus, if there hadn't, he would have been forced to mount it on a pike. As for the smell, it was killed by a strong, fresh scent of wood. He had hidden his work carefully, and for that he was happy. He then returns to his Hot cocoa.

I woke up where I fell asleep, on the floor. I lazily enter the bathroom and run the water in the shower. "Running water... Thank God..." I say as I get in.

I wake up, in the main foyer of the bank. I look and see a couple more crazies standing outside looking around.

Max wants me to have love with him in the shower
Y/N

Max wants me to have love with him in the shower
Y/N
what

In all seriousness
I wake up
And like
I dunno
Go to the medical supply place
Grab some stuff from there
Go back to my room
Start doodling stuff

Max wants me to have love with him in the shower
Y/N
n
love me plz

n
love me plz

What if I was a lesbian
Fracture *wink nudge nudge*

ogm nu sxe rulpley.

I get out of the shower and limp into the halls, my clothes, not being worn, covering my area. "Damn ankle..." I hiss as I search for an empty room. After finding countless closets and empty food/weapon containment rooms, I finally find the bedrooms. The first door I open has the old hag sitting down doodling. "Oops! My bad." I say harshly. "Try drawing yourself not hating me." I say as I close the door. After searching all but a few rooms, find a bland room that doesn't seem to be occupied. "The others could be for other survivors we might find..." I say as I enter my new room. I search the room as I allow myself to drip dry.

I search for Alexia. She's not too hard to find.
"Hey, Alexia."