Mr_John
Versed in the lewd.
- Joined
- Sep 13, 2014
- Messages
- 1,529
- Likes received
- 14,824
It's one o'clock in the morning. Perfect time.
You go to bed pretty tired. Today had been a drag. Waking up late, rushing to get to work, finding out that the entire computer system was on the fritz, and basically non-stop running around interspersed with what seemed like hours of quiet monotony had conspired to drain your soul.
Bed was good. Bed was nice. Bed was making you sleepy....
---
You wake up to the sound of explosions. For a moment, you have no clue what you're looking at. Just that it's green.
Then the details filter in. It's green, alright. Green and leafy.
Last time you checked, you had a roof. And lived in the city. Also, your bed was kind of crunchy and those were twigs, weren't they?
What the fuck?
Then there's another explosion, and another, and very quickly you aren't as worried about waking up in a fucking forest as you were five seconds ago.
[X]Run away from the booms! It isn't fucking rocket science!
[X]Hide, holy shit, it's far enough away that it probably isn't going to hit you, and if some wandering group of terrorists blows your head off- that would suck.
[X]Go... Towards the explosions? Well, explosions mean people, and you just woke up in a fucking forest. A bullet or a bomb is probably less painful (and quicker) than a bear or a tiger or starving, right?
You go to bed pretty tired. Today had been a drag. Waking up late, rushing to get to work, finding out that the entire computer system was on the fritz, and basically non-stop running around interspersed with what seemed like hours of quiet monotony had conspired to drain your soul.
Bed was good. Bed was nice. Bed was making you sleepy....
---
You wake up to the sound of explosions. For a moment, you have no clue what you're looking at. Just that it's green.
Then the details filter in. It's green, alright. Green and leafy.
Last time you checked, you had a roof. And lived in the city. Also, your bed was kind of crunchy and those were twigs, weren't they?
What the fuck?
Then there's another explosion, and another, and very quickly you aren't as worried about waking up in a fucking forest as you were five seconds ago.
[X]Run away from the booms! It isn't fucking rocket science!
[X]Hide, holy shit, it's far enough away that it probably isn't going to hit you, and if some wandering group of terrorists blows your head off- that would suck.
[X]Go... Towards the explosions? Well, explosions mean people, and you just woke up in a fucking forest. A bullet or a bomb is probably less painful (and quicker) than a bear or a tiger or starving, right?