Narrative? Sorta...
Tired from a hard nights work and half deaf from his car radio blasting disco-metal (his favorite form of self torture), the squid-headed deity staggered into his home, and clombed the dark stairway tohis room. He had feared that, with the current temperature outside, that his room would be a freezer, concidering he had left his air conditioner on. He had foolishly placed it in his window after only two days of warm weather, forgetting the fact the weather in Ohio sucks, and shifts constantly from comfortable to miserable. Fortunately for him, his room was still comfortable, but he still turned it from Low Cool to Low Fan just to be safe. Sitting down at his computer, his ears ringing and his head aching (a problem he'd been having all night), he wished he hadn't drank that Grape Amp earlier in the day.
He logged on to his laptop, the screen rendered useless from some unknown ailment, leaving it glued to a desk with a clunky desktop screen attached.
"... Bored..." he muttered as he entered the interwebs, looking for some form of entertainment. But, unbeknownst to him, he was about to set forth on an adventure unlike any before him had known...
He was about to enter... The Twilight Zone...
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No idea where that was going... Just got bored and couldn't stop thinking in narrative...
Feh...
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