Days 6 - 12 of LONESAI Apoc
It's been a while since ive updated L_Apoc on LJ, so here it all is. Sorry for the huge thing, but i really never got the hang of cuts...
Day 6: Where's the Mountain Dew?..
"Falcon PAWNCH!" I yelled. Screaming to the very Heavens that denied me acces so many year in a row. I brought my first to the ground, coiled... ready to strike.. Then thrust it upward in a shoulder spasm so delicious it could make a Baby Jesus buttplug pregnant. And not in a good way. So... I needed to find my next victim. Who would it be? LET US SPIN THE WHEEL OF FATALITY! I reached into my mind and spun that bastard with all my might! It spun past so many insane options... Started to slow.. slow... down... Click... Click.. OMG! It finally stopped on... *Gasp!* Jim Sokolov! Then it went one click further... Emma. This would be my ultimate challenge. The Sly Madame Furious, Mistress of Bagels, Keeper of Salazaar and the Cookie Jar of Doom, The one who signed her name upon the Holy Scripture of Blasphemous Poetry! The one, the only... The M.
My insanity was growing... throbbing, and... some might say... engorged with blood. It was ready for action, and that action would make no sense. So! In an effort to kill Emma, I stood before the giant gaping semi-abyss of the soul rending Hell flies from outer space. I knew one false step could end my mission. I stood in the middle of Satan uncarnate. Then, opening my mouth.. I took in a deep breath of the vile flies. They filled my stomach with nausea, and bit my organs, making them bleed fire and ichor. I began to sweat. "I Mphf Hrufph." I said with a mouthful of hell fies, and made my way back down the winding trail out of this corrupted paradise.... Next stop: Emma's Home sweet home.
Day 7: Would wasabi by anyother name not burn as much?..
I stood before the mighty Emma with a mouthful of angry beetles. Flies? Oh, yeah... Angry flies. Files? No. Flies. She looked at me.
"Pieh? What's wrong with you? You look more insane than usual." She asked ponderously. I Screamed at her... and unleashed my horde.
"I'VE GOT A MOUTHFUL OF ANGRY FLIES!"
...and with that the flies attacked, flying out of my exposed intestines with malicious intent. Emma was a wily one. She saw this coming, I think... One can never be sure of anything other than that they can never be sure of anything. With a heart-wrenching sigh she threw a shurkien wasabi bagel right into my eye. It burned most yellowishly.
"AAHA! THE SPICY YELLOW! YOU KNOW IT ONLY MAKES ME HUNGER MOAR!" Said my own voice, though I do not recall forming the words. She looked at me with disgust, like I had just used the word 'MOAR' ... or something... I approached slowly, zombie-like. Letting the flies do their work, they were wearing her down. Eating her flesh. And Sucking the marrow from her bones with their long neon-green crazy straws. I got close enough for a punch. She smeared Cream Cheese with Chives in my other eye. I howled like a dead puppy, then struck. My fist connected with her ribacge, a resounding crack reverberated throughout the room. She looked up at me and smiled, with a trace of blood trickling out of her mouth. Then she said these words to me.
"It's like chess. Sometimes you need to sacrifice the queen to save the king." This baffled me for a second. Then I saw what she was talking about. Someone was escaping out the window! At least.. throught the cream cheese and wasabi haze that is what it looked like... I looked back at her, she was laughing, I almost felt bad as I let her drop to the floor. I thought for a moment. Then quickly banished any perverse ideas and lept out the window to chase down the enemy king.
Day 8: Shun the non-believer...
Damn... No trace of the king. Who could it have been, I wondered? I was stuck between two slices of bread. Someone was trying to eat me... The scene faded. I heard some static.
"Hello?"
"Pieh? Pieh!" Said a strange voice again. Almost like a radio in my head.
"What do you want from me!??" I yelled
"STOP KILLING EVERYONE!"
"Who is this?"
"It's Jack, from the future."
"Fuck this, I'm going to sleep."
"Wait- No!"
...and Pieh punched himself in the head. He awoke aprubtly. As if startled by something. It was dark. And he was cold. NES was there... and Pieh felt so alone. He decided to repair NES, so he could speak again. Was I going soft? Nah. Even badass needs a friend.. I mean, one that he doesnt have to murder. Well.. did he really have to murder anyone? He thought about stopping. Would the world be ok? This world was doomed to being with, he thought. Born in chaos, so must it end. He knew this, ans hoped everyone would understand when he showed up in the abyss carrying all their corpses in a trash bag.
NES was repaired, but seemed scared. He didnt want to talk. He blinked a littke, but seemed to fear Pieh now. This made Pieh angry, so Pieh, being angry, abandoned NES on Emma's doorstep. He rang the doorbell and ran off into the woods, he could smell a familiar scent in the air. Old Spice. Only three bastards wore Old Spice. And one of them was Pieh... Pieh ran as fast as he could, He saw him up ahead... that bastard. He wont survive the night, Pieh pledged. When suddenly, nature called... Pieh answered his cell phone. Nature told him to pee. So... he did. All the while running after the old friend.
"I will catch you... Then, I will pee on you." Pieh whispered.
Day 9: +5 Shapechanger Bane Slim Jim of Consecration...
Yes... pee... That is what I shall do!
"Wait!" Pieh yelled at the old friend. And the friend waited. Stopishly. He caught up to him, he knew who this was....
"Youre Han Solo!" Pieh exclaimed. Then got on his knees and thanked his lucky stars to be in the presence of such a glorious smuggler.
"Kid, I'm not Han Solo." Said Han Solo.
"Then who are you? George Takei? Jessica Alba? Oh! I know! Hugh Hefner!"
"Dude, it's me. Chuck."
"Well, shit on a flower and call it pollenation... thats just plumb crazy."
"Why?"
"You fell in that hole, and you- oh... theres SEGA Genesis."
"That's actually the son of my old SEGA, Old SEGA is retired." Pieh knew something wasn't right, the smell of old spice had gone from the air. But this man did look like Han Solo... I mean Chuck.
"You!"
"Me?" Said Han Solo, looking puzzled.
"There is one way to see if you are the real Han Solo, I mean, Chuck."
"How?"
"DIE!" Pieh pulled out a rather large Slim Jim and whacked Han Solo over the head with it. Han, I mean Chuck, and the SEGA, took the bonk and fell to the ground where he proceeded to melt into a pile of quasi-frothing ectoplasmic-ish goobamajizzle. Also, it was silver. Pieh smiled, that was another one down. Or... Wait, whats that on the wind? I smeel OLD SPICE!
"CHARLIE!!!" Pieh yelled and ran in the direction of the smell.
Day 10: With mind bullets...
"CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Suddenly, in this forest, where we currently are, in the exact location that this is happening.... Charlie stopped dead in his tracks. His blood had turned cold, he knew that voice. And he knew it was a hunting call. He ran, into a tree. Ran up the side of the tree, that is. And stood on the highest branch by focusing his chakra into his feet. Pieh was below. He had not spotted Chuck yet, but the old spice would betray Chuck and reveal his location to the mighty Pieh. Chuck was too dumb to know this. Again, suddenly, again. Pieh looked straight up and locked eyes with chuck. Then... The mind bullets flew. Pieh shot 3, Chuck shot 4. Chuck shot in a line. Pieh pulled a bluff. One went for him, after the others went to the sides. No dodging that nigger! Pieh stuck home, if you live in charlie's pants...
"FUCK! MY BALLS!" Yelled Chuck as he fell from the tree.
"You are now dead." spat Pieh looking at charlie's broken neck (He fell... and landed on rock).
The real SEGA was trying to flee the scene. Pieh stopped that, with MIND BULLETS! BLAM BLAM BLAM! They fired, another classic shot, Pieh's favorite. SEGA went up! Dodged! SEGA ran up and kicked Pieh in the face. Then dropped low with a leg sweep. Leg sweep? Since when does SEGA have legs? Or a broom? Anyway, Pieh tripped. And not on peyote. SEGA ran away, and Pieh could not catch him. Pieh was dismayed. He failed to kill and was amassing enemies. Soon NES and Genesis would unite and form the Consoles Against Pieh's Secret Live Of Character Killings! Get it? C.A.P.S.L.O.C.K. That was a pretty sweet ass acronym.
...Back at Emma's house.... NES, SEGA, and the near-lifeless body of Emma were gathered around a large fire roasting lizards. NES and SEGA were actually busy working on a ritual to turn Emma into The EMMA (Electronic Master Machine Android). Would this work? Only time, and I, will tell... DUN! DUN! DUNNNNNNNN!
Day 11: Turn, and turn, and turn we must...
Pieh has just finished urinating of Chuck's broken body, like he said he would. When there was the audible click of a gun cocking and Pieh felt the cool metal barrel pressed against his head. Pieh could not see who held the gun, but he knew only one man it could be... Joe.
"Joe? That you?"
"Yeah, I'm back."
"What of the Kate-Beast?"
"Totally dead, I am free of her mind control."
"Oh, I see... So, why are you going to kill me?"
"Because you tried to kill me, shithead."
"Oh, right, well.. the thing about that is-"
"Shut the fuck up, now you die!" and Joe pulled the trigger.
Back at Emma's house! (or should I say EMMA's?) NES and SEGA had finished the ritual, and EMMA was born from the ashes of Emma. This new EMMA was a nearly invincible killing machine. Equipped with lazorz of all sorts, as well as with plasma grenades and a HDTV reciever. Now will 1000+ channels of supreme televions experience.... Plus! So, NES looked up at EMMA. Nearly flawless, he thought. Just needs one thing... He stuck a red LED light into her left eye. Perfect! Now she was ready to stop Pieh, CAPSLOCK would win the night!..
The bullet flew through the bone of Pieh's skull, then bounced around inside his brain wrecking everything. Pieh was little more than a lobotomized fat-ass now. That is... he would have been if it wasnt for his penis, which held his second, bigger, brain. Pieh's head basically s'plodes. But the brain in his pants kicks on, supercharging his body, with that extra brain power pieh is now at 120% normal human comprehension. His head a'grows back, and he punches Jow in the throat again. This time with a fist made of brains! Joe's gun goes off again, hitting Pieh in the shoulder. But the damage is instantly regenerated. Pieh feels... amazing, but the feeling is fading. Oh no! Old.. Brain.. Growing back, no.. I want to be UBER! Oh well, Pieh is now at 20% normal human comprehension, and dropping... *Sad face* But there is still Joe to deal with. He is recovering from the brain punch that sent him flying. Joe stood up, and pulled a Jackie Chan! It was like a flip... but he got hit by a car. Then died...
Day 12: Concussed, again...
Joe was dead.... again, but for how long? Pieh didn't have time to think about it. EMMA got out of the car, and scanned Pieh with her sensors. He showed signs of recent regeneration and would be weak, but.. Wait! Pieh was running away! He did not want to fight the EMMA-Machine, even if it did have a kick-ass LED eye. Too damn scary, he though as he ran. EMMA got back in the car and started to chase him while alternatly fireing plutonium laced tracer bullets and rocket propelled butterfly knives. As she ran over Joe's body, his trigger finger twitched and the gun he was holding shot a hole in the tire of EMMA's car. She lost control of the vehicle an sped into a tree. After being lauched from the windshield, she got up... brushed herself off, and continued the chase on foot. Damn, lost him.
Pieh was runnin scared. Emma has been imbued by NES's sacred ritual... Pieh remembered collecting that ancient rite with NES... But that was a story for another time. Now, Pieh had to escape, and kill someone else. But who? He had to get back on track... What track was it? Could it be this race track? HOLY SHIT! NASCAR! I knew I smelled rednecks! Pieh quickly ran into the crowd that had gathered to watch the cars drive really fast and in circles and occasionally crash. There was no way he could hide here, the smell of fat lady body odor and burning rubber was nauseating. Pieh ran and ran and ran... Untill... He found himself abandoned on a doorstep. In front of a church. He went inside, all was quiet... Suddenly, he heard that voice in his head again...
"Pieh? Pieh?!? PIEH! I got you!"
"Huh? Who- wha?"
"It's Jack, from the future."
"Oh, you again. Aren't you just bad fruit??"
"No! I'm real, dammit!"
"Well, if youre so real, tell me something i couldnt possibly know."
"Uh- hold on."
"I'm waiting..."
"Yeah, here, it says in this dictionary that you will never die-"
"Ha! We all know that!"
"You will just end up a cancer ridded cripple for all eternity."
"Wierd, but how do I know it's true?"
"Because truth is stranger than fiction, you said it yourself."
"When did I say that?"
"In the future... -Shit! I'm losing the feed. Link- get- funions-"
"Huh?"
*Static* and Pieh woke up. He was bleeding from where his head hit the pew. Odd... I need a nap he thought. Then drifted asleep on the pew, his last thoughts were that you shouldnt sleep with a concussion...
Day 6: Where's the Mountain Dew?..
"Falcon PAWNCH!" I yelled. Screaming to the very Heavens that denied me acces so many year in a row. I brought my first to the ground, coiled... ready to strike.. Then thrust it upward in a shoulder spasm so delicious it could make a Baby Jesus buttplug pregnant. And not in a good way. So... I needed to find my next victim. Who would it be? LET US SPIN THE WHEEL OF FATALITY! I reached into my mind and spun that bastard with all my might! It spun past so many insane options... Started to slow.. slow... down... Click... Click.. OMG! It finally stopped on... *Gasp!* Jim Sokolov! Then it went one click further... Emma. This would be my ultimate challenge. The Sly Madame Furious, Mistress of Bagels, Keeper of Salazaar and the Cookie Jar of Doom, The one who signed her name upon the Holy Scripture of Blasphemous Poetry! The one, the only... The M.
My insanity was growing... throbbing, and... some might say... engorged with blood. It was ready for action, and that action would make no sense. So! In an effort to kill Emma, I stood before the giant gaping semi-abyss of the soul rending Hell flies from outer space. I knew one false step could end my mission. I stood in the middle of Satan uncarnate. Then, opening my mouth.. I took in a deep breath of the vile flies. They filled my stomach with nausea, and bit my organs, making them bleed fire and ichor. I began to sweat. "I Mphf Hrufph." I said with a mouthful of hell fies, and made my way back down the winding trail out of this corrupted paradise.... Next stop: Emma's Home sweet home.
Day 7: Would wasabi by anyother name not burn as much?..
I stood before the mighty Emma with a mouthful of angry beetles. Flies? Oh, yeah... Angry flies. Files? No. Flies. She looked at me.
"Pieh? What's wrong with you? You look more insane than usual." She asked ponderously. I Screamed at her... and unleashed my horde.
"I'VE GOT A MOUTHFUL OF ANGRY FLIES!"
...and with that the flies attacked, flying out of my exposed intestines with malicious intent. Emma was a wily one. She saw this coming, I think... One can never be sure of anything other than that they can never be sure of anything. With a heart-wrenching sigh she threw a shurkien wasabi bagel right into my eye. It burned most yellowishly.
"AAHA! THE SPICY YELLOW! YOU KNOW IT ONLY MAKES ME HUNGER MOAR!" Said my own voice, though I do not recall forming the words. She looked at me with disgust, like I had just used the word 'MOAR' ... or something... I approached slowly, zombie-like. Letting the flies do their work, they were wearing her down. Eating her flesh. And Sucking the marrow from her bones with their long neon-green crazy straws. I got close enough for a punch. She smeared Cream Cheese with Chives in my other eye. I howled like a dead puppy, then struck. My fist connected with her ribacge, a resounding crack reverberated throughout the room. She looked up at me and smiled, with a trace of blood trickling out of her mouth. Then she said these words to me.
"It's like chess. Sometimes you need to sacrifice the queen to save the king." This baffled me for a second. Then I saw what she was talking about. Someone was escaping out the window! At least.. throught the cream cheese and wasabi haze that is what it looked like... I looked back at her, she was laughing, I almost felt bad as I let her drop to the floor. I thought for a moment. Then quickly banished any perverse ideas and lept out the window to chase down the enemy king.
Day 8: Shun the non-believer...
Damn... No trace of the king. Who could it have been, I wondered? I was stuck between two slices of bread. Someone was trying to eat me... The scene faded. I heard some static.
"Hello?"
"Pieh? Pieh!" Said a strange voice again. Almost like a radio in my head.
"What do you want from me!??" I yelled
"STOP KILLING EVERYONE!"
"Who is this?"
"It's Jack, from the future."
"Fuck this, I'm going to sleep."
"Wait- No!"
...and Pieh punched himself in the head. He awoke aprubtly. As if startled by something. It was dark. And he was cold. NES was there... and Pieh felt so alone. He decided to repair NES, so he could speak again. Was I going soft? Nah. Even badass needs a friend.. I mean, one that he doesnt have to murder. Well.. did he really have to murder anyone? He thought about stopping. Would the world be ok? This world was doomed to being with, he thought. Born in chaos, so must it end. He knew this, ans hoped everyone would understand when he showed up in the abyss carrying all their corpses in a trash bag.
NES was repaired, but seemed scared. He didnt want to talk. He blinked a littke, but seemed to fear Pieh now. This made Pieh angry, so Pieh, being angry, abandoned NES on Emma's doorstep. He rang the doorbell and ran off into the woods, he could smell a familiar scent in the air. Old Spice. Only three bastards wore Old Spice. And one of them was Pieh... Pieh ran as fast as he could, He saw him up ahead... that bastard. He wont survive the night, Pieh pledged. When suddenly, nature called... Pieh answered his cell phone. Nature told him to pee. So... he did. All the while running after the old friend.
"I will catch you... Then, I will pee on you." Pieh whispered.
Day 9: +5 Shapechanger Bane Slim Jim of Consecration...
Yes... pee... That is what I shall do!
"Wait!" Pieh yelled at the old friend. And the friend waited. Stopishly. He caught up to him, he knew who this was....
"Youre Han Solo!" Pieh exclaimed. Then got on his knees and thanked his lucky stars to be in the presence of such a glorious smuggler.
"Kid, I'm not Han Solo." Said Han Solo.
"Then who are you? George Takei? Jessica Alba? Oh! I know! Hugh Hefner!"
"Dude, it's me. Chuck."
"Well, shit on a flower and call it pollenation... thats just plumb crazy."
"Why?"
"You fell in that hole, and you- oh... theres SEGA Genesis."
"That's actually the son of my old SEGA, Old SEGA is retired." Pieh knew something wasn't right, the smell of old spice had gone from the air. But this man did look like Han Solo... I mean Chuck.
"You!"
"Me?" Said Han Solo, looking puzzled.
"There is one way to see if you are the real Han Solo, I mean, Chuck."
"How?"
"DIE!" Pieh pulled out a rather large Slim Jim and whacked Han Solo over the head with it. Han, I mean Chuck, and the SEGA, took the bonk and fell to the ground where he proceeded to melt into a pile of quasi-frothing ectoplasmic-ish goobamajizzle. Also, it was silver. Pieh smiled, that was another one down. Or... Wait, whats that on the wind? I smeel OLD SPICE!
"CHARLIE!!!" Pieh yelled and ran in the direction of the smell.
Day 10: With mind bullets...
"CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Suddenly, in this forest, where we currently are, in the exact location that this is happening.... Charlie stopped dead in his tracks. His blood had turned cold, he knew that voice. And he knew it was a hunting call. He ran, into a tree. Ran up the side of the tree, that is. And stood on the highest branch by focusing his chakra into his feet. Pieh was below. He had not spotted Chuck yet, but the old spice would betray Chuck and reveal his location to the mighty Pieh. Chuck was too dumb to know this. Again, suddenly, again. Pieh looked straight up and locked eyes with chuck. Then... The mind bullets flew. Pieh shot 3, Chuck shot 4. Chuck shot in a line. Pieh pulled a bluff. One went for him, after the others went to the sides. No dodging that nigger! Pieh stuck home, if you live in charlie's pants...
"FUCK! MY BALLS!" Yelled Chuck as he fell from the tree.
"You are now dead." spat Pieh looking at charlie's broken neck (He fell... and landed on rock).
The real SEGA was trying to flee the scene. Pieh stopped that, with MIND BULLETS! BLAM BLAM BLAM! They fired, another classic shot, Pieh's favorite. SEGA went up! Dodged! SEGA ran up and kicked Pieh in the face. Then dropped low with a leg sweep. Leg sweep? Since when does SEGA have legs? Or a broom? Anyway, Pieh tripped. And not on peyote. SEGA ran away, and Pieh could not catch him. Pieh was dismayed. He failed to kill and was amassing enemies. Soon NES and Genesis would unite and form the Consoles Against Pieh's Secret Live Of Character Killings! Get it? C.A.P.S.L.O.C.K. That was a pretty sweet ass acronym.
...Back at Emma's house.... NES, SEGA, and the near-lifeless body of Emma were gathered around a large fire roasting lizards. NES and SEGA were actually busy working on a ritual to turn Emma into The EMMA (Electronic Master Machine Android). Would this work? Only time, and I, will tell... DUN! DUN! DUNNNNNNNN!
Day 11: Turn, and turn, and turn we must...
Pieh has just finished urinating of Chuck's broken body, like he said he would. When there was the audible click of a gun cocking and Pieh felt the cool metal barrel pressed against his head. Pieh could not see who held the gun, but he knew only one man it could be... Joe.
"Joe? That you?"
"Yeah, I'm back."
"What of the Kate-Beast?"
"Totally dead, I am free of her mind control."
"Oh, I see... So, why are you going to kill me?"
"Because you tried to kill me, shithead."
"Oh, right, well.. the thing about that is-"
"Shut the fuck up, now you die!" and Joe pulled the trigger.
Back at Emma's house! (or should I say EMMA's?) NES and SEGA had finished the ritual, and EMMA was born from the ashes of Emma. This new EMMA was a nearly invincible killing machine. Equipped with lazorz of all sorts, as well as with plasma grenades and a HDTV reciever. Now will 1000+ channels of supreme televions experience.... Plus! So, NES looked up at EMMA. Nearly flawless, he thought. Just needs one thing... He stuck a red LED light into her left eye. Perfect! Now she was ready to stop Pieh, CAPSLOCK would win the night!..
The bullet flew through the bone of Pieh's skull, then bounced around inside his brain wrecking everything. Pieh was little more than a lobotomized fat-ass now. That is... he would have been if it wasnt for his penis, which held his second, bigger, brain. Pieh's head basically s'plodes. But the brain in his pants kicks on, supercharging his body, with that extra brain power pieh is now at 120% normal human comprehension. His head a'grows back, and he punches Jow in the throat again. This time with a fist made of brains! Joe's gun goes off again, hitting Pieh in the shoulder. But the damage is instantly regenerated. Pieh feels... amazing, but the feeling is fading. Oh no! Old.. Brain.. Growing back, no.. I want to be UBER! Oh well, Pieh is now at 20% normal human comprehension, and dropping... *Sad face* But there is still Joe to deal with. He is recovering from the brain punch that sent him flying. Joe stood up, and pulled a Jackie Chan! It was like a flip... but he got hit by a car. Then died...
Day 12: Concussed, again...
Joe was dead.... again, but for how long? Pieh didn't have time to think about it. EMMA got out of the car, and scanned Pieh with her sensors. He showed signs of recent regeneration and would be weak, but.. Wait! Pieh was running away! He did not want to fight the EMMA-Machine, even if it did have a kick-ass LED eye. Too damn scary, he though as he ran. EMMA got back in the car and started to chase him while alternatly fireing plutonium laced tracer bullets and rocket propelled butterfly knives. As she ran over Joe's body, his trigger finger twitched and the gun he was holding shot a hole in the tire of EMMA's car. She lost control of the vehicle an sped into a tree. After being lauched from the windshield, she got up... brushed herself off, and continued the chase on foot. Damn, lost him.
Pieh was runnin scared. Emma has been imbued by NES's sacred ritual... Pieh remembered collecting that ancient rite with NES... But that was a story for another time. Now, Pieh had to escape, and kill someone else. But who? He had to get back on track... What track was it? Could it be this race track? HOLY SHIT! NASCAR! I knew I smelled rednecks! Pieh quickly ran into the crowd that had gathered to watch the cars drive really fast and in circles and occasionally crash. There was no way he could hide here, the smell of fat lady body odor and burning rubber was nauseating. Pieh ran and ran and ran... Untill... He found himself abandoned on a doorstep. In front of a church. He went inside, all was quiet... Suddenly, he heard that voice in his head again...
"Pieh? Pieh?!? PIEH! I got you!"
"Huh? Who- wha?"
"It's Jack, from the future."
"Oh, you again. Aren't you just bad fruit??"
"No! I'm real, dammit!"
"Well, if youre so real, tell me something i couldnt possibly know."
"Uh- hold on."
"I'm waiting..."
"Yeah, here, it says in this dictionary that you will never die-"
"Ha! We all know that!"
"You will just end up a cancer ridded cripple for all eternity."
"Wierd, but how do I know it's true?"
"Because truth is stranger than fiction, you said it yourself."
"When did I say that?"
"In the future... -Shit! I'm losing the feed. Link- get- funions-"
"Huh?"
*Static* and Pieh woke up. He was bleeding from where his head hit the pew. Odd... I need a nap he thought. Then drifted asleep on the pew, his last thoughts were that you shouldnt sleep with a concussion...