Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169436 times)

"No. We need to go outside every few days."

"I mean close the vault door, so that way if they get into the bank, we won't get ganked in the middle of the night.".

"I knew what you meant. Where it is is fine."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.". I walk to my room.

"Nothing is getting in..."

"WHO THE HELL LEFT THE BANK DOOR OPEN?!"

The bank door isn't open you fool. It's locked and the windows have security bars on them.

I look at the screen of the machine on my arm, status is a-okay...

The bank door isn't open you fool. It's locked and the windows have security bars on them.
oh
dammit

(The machine I'm talking about is like the Pip-Boy, only it isn't meta.)

(The machine I'm talking about is like the Pip-Boy, only it isn't meta.)

Technology isn't that advaaaaanccceeedddddddd-
Wait does it check on the status of your health

oop forgot to describe my current appearance

I sport a red scarf and wear a cloak and kasa.
td;lr: i look like this

But, I'm nowhere near any of you now. I've left.

THEN HOW
ARE YOU IN MY ROOM.

Technology isn't that advaaaaanccceeedddddddd-
Wait does it check on the status of your health

Certain chemicals in your blood, blood pressure, pulse, blood oxygen level, blood loss, broken limbs, and radiation.

Certain chemicals in your blood, blood pressure, pulse, blood oxygen level, blood loss, broken limbs, and radiation.

Technology isn't that advaaaaanccceeedddddddd-



Really, technology now and days can't measure that? Well it looks like typhoid is still a huge virus.

Really, technology now and days can't measure that? Well it looks like typhoid is still a huge virus.

Broken limbs, no
Blood oxygen levels, no
Blood loss, no

Christ, people. It's mid-2012, not loving 2077.