Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 167183 times)

I shrug, and follow.

HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE NOT ACTING WITH SURPRISE TO AN OLD MAN WITH A CANE APPEARING BEHIND YOU LITERALLY ZERO NOISE

I saw you because I was looking. 

I appear behind Alix ninja old man powers man and say, "The human body is highly resilient, but I doubt he'll survive longer, and if he does, he's going to be addicted to those pain pills. Either that, or he'll die from shock, considering most of his body is severely damaged. I'm surprised he can still function."
"To be quite frank, so am I. I honestly regret doing that, you know."

"What's happened has happened."

"What's happened has happened."
"You're right, I guess."

I offer them each some meat on paper plates all per-cut with silverware and all.  I also hold up a paper which says, "I hope you do.  If this is permanent, I might have to do what I originally came to do before I got sidetracked by cannibalism and killing.  I did a few things which I regret and will haunt me forever, but it got all that rage out of my system." 

I stumble forward. I see a building in the distance. The hotel. I stumble towards it.

"There's no way I can forgive myself. I'm sorry."
I eat.
"Is this dog meat?"

I nod and eat some myself.  I signal that the legs were the best part. 

I look at the meat, horrified, "eh, no thanks..." I walk into a room and shut the door

I thank him and begin eating.
I think to myself, It's a little chewy. Good. As for flavor, it's delicious.
"I love it. You know, I used to have a dog. He died before this invasion thing started. In fact, he died about three, four years ago. Old age."

I write down that I've never had a dog, but I have had five cats total.  To this day I shall never kill or eat a cat for my respect to Icabod, my hunter. 

I run through the front doors with a pistol. I aim it at the guy with the paper. "STAND ASIDE! I'M HERE TO SOLVE THIS PROBLEM!"

"Oh, that's cool. I always liked cats more than dogs. Had one when I lived back in the States."
I give Jeffrey a note on a notepad piece of paper that says,
"Hey, Jeffrey, I'm sorry.
I got out of control.
I felt protective of Keith
after I shot him.
Keep this as a reminder
that I'm still a friend.
- Jeremy"
A man bursts throught the doors.
"OHMYGODWHAT. WHAT DO YOU WANT."

I instinctively whip the .22 out and aim at the new person with the one arm, but put it down, being in no condition to fight.  I sigh and offer him some dog.