Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169359 times)

"Man I should decapitate this thing, and display it!"
Says Jack Norton with glee as he rips it's neck away from the body.

"Okay... thanks by the way. Also, before I forget, does this place have .44 ammo?".

"I already checked. It was stripped of weapons and food before we got here."

The head finally rips, as he gleefully places it in his bag.
He runs back to the college.

"I already checked. It was stripped of weapons and food before we got here."
* Gojira points at the massive pile of food
"I got some food."

"Not counting that ob- OH OLIVES!" I exclaim joyfully.

"Not counting that ob- OH OLIVES!" I exclaim joyfully.
"Also got some proper medical stuff to fix your leg."

I look at my empty snub nose, "Too bad, I was looking for ammo for this thing.".

"Oh right, I was sick of having a limp..." I say, voice now completely filled with annoyance. "Thanks..." I say over the olives I just stuffed in my mouth.

"Oh right, I was sick of having a limp..." I say, voice now completely filled with annoyance. "Thanks..." I say over the olives I just stuffed in my mouth.
"Look. I feel horrible for doing that. Okay?"
I attempt to fix his leg, and call Alexia over.

5 HOURS LATER
"There we go!" Exclaims the gleeful Jack Norton, as the head has been preserved by formalin. He paints the figure brown, trying to pass it off as woodwork...

"Well if you knew you would feel horrible why did you shoot me?" I ask, tiny bits of green olive falling from my mouth.

"Well if you knew you would feel horrible why did you shoot me?" I ask, tiny bits of green olive falling from my mouth.
"What do you think takes precedent in the human mind? Survival, or feelings? I'm sorry, but survival takes the most importance," I say, nibbling on an oreo. "But don't get me wrong, emotions are important. Just not as important as survival."

I find a room and I fall on the bed. I sigh, sliding my hand into my pocket. I find the key I got at the start. "Looks like I'm going to need to find a lock that matches this key.".

His work was done! The head now looked like a part of a chipped wooden bust. He even added a hat, a monocle and a moustache.
"There, all my Hard work, I hope they all like this..." Says he, as he sits by the fireplace, and drinks a cup of tea, whilst listening to "I Fight Dragons" music.