Ok there is some drunk dude outside the window walking on the street yelling at buildings, at 2:35am.
Ok nevermore, check out the story i wrote.
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As the monks entered the chamber with an ever lasting and erecting ceiling that cannot be seen, the monks prepared for one last preach to the God Herruk. “Oh mighty God Herruk” preached the leader monk in the soft voice, “our planet is dying from the ancient hell demon Karruss.” “We seek help from your divine wind and ever growing power.” The walls of the circular room shuddered and dust filled the air, “run my children save your self and get aboard the escape pods, you must survive to carry on our teachings!” Yelled the leader monk. As the other monks made escape the chamber door closed and a young monk looks back at the
stone door, “c’mon Hector” said the father, “lets go!”
The year is 13036442abb, our planet is nothing but a grim sad sand storm in space, a cloud of ash and nothing els. I am the last of my people, right now I am traveling on a f-17x star class cruiser by the Hexxon nebula. We are experiencing some minor difficulties to the engines, its nothing but for the moment we are stranded with a highly rated food area. Through the last wormhole trip our engines burst and the power couplings are fried. I managed to mate with several different races of females through these 5 days, but the last partner told me after we were done that she reproduced A-loveually. To my surprise… *Boom* a loud roar rumbled my sleeping quarters, “computer pause recording!” I ran to the hallway to see what is with the matter, everyone was confused. The lights were flickering in the corridor and everyone was squeezing through.
To be continued
Vocab:
abb: after big bang
