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Post by alexander on Apr 23, 2012 19:12:10 GMT -6
==> ZA: Reject.
You fall to your knees. This isn't as bad as the dog, but still, you raise a hand. [/center] ALEX: No.
ALEX: I think...
ALEX: I think I've had enough of...
ALEX: Just about everything...
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Post by cory on Apr 23, 2012 19:21:59 GMT -6
==> Cory: End the world.
It's time. He's ready.
[/center] we'll, uh, pick this up, later
by the way, uh, this came for you, in the mail
A pair of envelopes appears in your hand. You place them delicately in front of him.
This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
Your phone rings.
You answer it. There's a brief conversation in gaelic. You hang up. i, uh, have to go
a girlfriend is, uh, about to give her mastiff a,
um
uh,
bath,
and, uh, she needs my, help
i'll, uh, see you later, alex
You vanish. |
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Post by alexander on Apr 23, 2012 19:24:07 GMT -6
==> ZA: Again.
As she vanishes, you vomit again at her words. Why would God allow such horrors to take place?
You look up from the bucket for a moment, noticing the two envelopes.
You suppose it's time to install them. [/center] |
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