Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 172571 times)

"I have a gun. I think I take priority here."

"Shoot me, bro. I'll still turn it on."

"Are you really going to shoot him?"

"Who says I was shooting you."

"Are you really going to shoot him?"

"I hope that was rhetorical."

"We should 'least see if I'm actually as skilled as my father was."

"Just remember, if this fails, we're leaving you behind."

"Only if I get stuck beneath it."


"What does that mean?"



I turn the ferris wheel on and it roars to life. My shoddy work beneath is heard, and a few loose bits fall off the ferris wheel, but nothing but, just a few small shards of metal and a few bolts. "I REALLY hope it stays up..." I mutter, looking up at the ferris wheel, it somehow managing to keep steady. "I... I think I did it!"

"Good job... Now pease turn it off?"

"Why? It's staying up!"

"It doesn't look like it will much longer."