Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 175097 times)

I start walking. "This feels great, finally some relaxation. What do ya wanna talk about?"

I run to the roof. "Where's the fire?!"

"The wimpy thing in the trash can right now," I say kicking it onto some old wood soaked in Miller beer.  
Then I throw the spray paint in.  

"I don't care, ask me any question."

"Alright then... what's your history before this apocalypse and your family?"

"Well, starting from where?"

I follow Keith. I watch them practically make a flamethrower (?).

No, not a flamethrower.  When you chuck a can of pressurized paint in fire, it makes a mini mushroom cloud.  So beautiful. 

"I guess, a month or two before the apocalypse?"

"Well, throw that bad boy in there."

"Stand back you handicaps." I chuck the can into the roaring fire. 
FOOOOOOOMMM!  A tremendous fireball, bright orange leaps up.

"Heck yes!"

An innocent smile takes over my expression. I clap like a mother at her child's school play. "More! More!"

"Mother of god, that's going to get every crazy in the country over here so fast..."
"Never not worth it."

"Please, they've got the message that we're not going to go down easy by now."

THAT MEANS A HOARD OF CRAZIES ISN'T GOING TO ATTACK US EVERY THIRTY MINUTES.

Yay! No crazy hoards in this town, at least not every thirty minutes!  :D
Wait, your not trying to actually put some story into this, are you?