"Things fall apart. The center does not hold."

Apr 04, 2007 22:12

At 8 PM, CST, the few, the proud, the non-powered citizens of Hell? Well, they'll start to feel a little achey themselves. It'll start like a headache, similar to what the powered folk felt yesterday. Not quite a migraine. Not quite as awful as that. No nose bleeds. No ear bleeds.

Maybe a few flashes of light in their peripheral vision.

A few seconds after it starts is when it gets worse. Perhaps your hands start to shake. Perhaps you fall on the ground in a full out seizure.

Thirty seconds in is when the real jazzy stuff starts right on up. Thirty seconds in is when a memory gets triggered. Perhaps by the seizure, maybe by something else entirely. Who's to say?

It's the same memory for everyone of the non-powered folk. A memory that does not belong to any of them. A virus, one they're all familiar with at this point. It can't be contained. It's over for these United States of America. And it's over for the rest of the world as Bill Starkey gives the order to unleash the virus on everyone else.

And it's over for Bill Starkey as he pulls the trigger and blows his-

And then whatever this is, whatever has happened to cause this to happen to those non-powered folks, that's over too. And wasn't that pleasant?

rp, in town

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