Going Postal

[mrbloober]

Kent's shoes clapped against the hot pavement; his mailbag swinging wildy at his side. Sweat was pouring down his face, and his blue cap was clutched firmly in one hand. Letters trailed out behind him, but he did not care in his frantic state. He was running for his life from something he could not comprehend

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I'll take that challenge

[thewackypants]

Every wild, gasping intake of breath became in itself a test of his will. He felt like he was trying to breath while drowning in a sea of hot sand. Every time his thick legs hit the pavement below him, it sent a shockwave of pain up through his body, to the very top of his head. After walking his mail route every day for the last 17 years, Kent was in reasonable shape, but this was above and beyond anything he'd ever fathomed doing

[mrbloober]

Well, SOMEONE is a better man than I.

[anonymous]

jump-tackled the besrk mail box...'besrk'? is that supposed to mean something?

[mrbloober]

BESERK! BESSSEERRRKKK!!!