Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171174 times)



"Aside from the slight pain from Alexia's work on my bullet wounds, I'm pretty good."

"I'm suprised you didn't get sick from your swim in the toilet."

"We never speak of that again."

I bury the rest of my face in my knees and start giggling.

"Oh, so now this is funny? I get my face shoved into a toilet and almost drown in it, and you think it's funny?" I ask, approaching the woman.

"Hey, I tried to defend you..." I say still smiling.

"Yes, I remember, but good luck defending me when the boss of the man I drowned in a fountain send more goons to find the missing man that tried to kill me. He ended our deal, and he knows I have what he doesn't want me having. His identity. He will send ALL of his goons to kill me if he has to!"

"That sounds bad." I say yawning.

"It is, and my point has been proven. You're tired because you don't sleep."

"Well maybe I should go to sleep."

"You'd just roll out off of whatever you're sleeping on!" I say, attempting to imitate the woman's voice.

"Hi."
I wake up from my 16 hour nap and fix the back door quickly.
"Now what?"

I frown, "I Don't know how to fix that..."