Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171122 times)


I fall off the curb, hitting the knot on my head. "Ow."

"CALLED IT!" I shout back.

"Oh my God, hahaha!"

I begin sobbing, not having restful sleep in over a month.

"Alright, where are these goons searching for me? I want to kill something."

I sit on the curb and rest my head on my hands, my face beet red.

A van suddenly pulls up in front of the bank. "Hey, lady!" a fat man shouts from the driver's seat.

I quickly grab my G5 in my hands, "What..?"

"You see some cigarette? About this tall, possibly wearing black. Goes by the name 'Assassin'?"

"You think I've seen another person in this wasteland?"

The man looks around. "It's not a wasteland, just empty."


"Well, you've seen me, so you MUST have seen the man I just painted a mental picture of."

"Listen fatass, I already told you. No. forget off."