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Post by kilnarak on Nov 1, 2012 20:53:58 GMT -8
"Yeah, I guess. It didn't look like thie right away..." Leon frowned looking around at the white landscape. He shuddered, keeping the knife clutched in his hand, and limped a few paces along the cloth structure that he assumed was the gas station. He stopped abruptly, looking back at Albert. "Wait. She slipped me the drug again, but how'd you get here? Fuck, I guess it doesn't matter. Let's... get away from the parking lot. And the street. I don't wanna get hit by another of these fuckin' ghost-cars."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 1, 2012 21:04:39 GMT -8
Zazz perched overhead on his heels on the rotted out central axis of an old cottonwood tree where he'd been napping, lulled by bird song. He jumps down into the grass and starts towards the sidewalk. He was headed towards the neighborhood with the best chances for bowls of candy left on porches, his burlap sack lay waiting in a jacket pocket. Zazz felt like the wind was blowing his jacket strangely, as he glanced at some birds in a nearby tree. Then, he noticed the trees weren't moving....
The world was white, and spinning, and he felt like he was wrapped in a heavy white blanket...
Zazz, see below post and make like those guys. Yr gettin' dragged somewhere!
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 21:05:08 GMT -8
Albert- "Damn man, what if it's like.. you do this stuff once and you're stuck havin' flashbacks for life? Just like on the AfterSchool Sp--"
Something made a hollow shriek like a giant hawk inside a tin-can. The ground became soft, contracted, and jerked fifteen feet to the left under their feet. Albert flipped end over end comically, landing on the moving ground with a soft THUD. Leon tried to keep balanced on the ground as it shifted. A twenty foot tall, lumbering cone of white lurched from behind the soft square that was once the Circle K. Leon could only think it looked like a toilet-paper sculpture of an ostrich done by a three year old, and then he was enveloped in a torrent of moving cloth, that dragged him and Albert, helplessly... KIL-- MOVE TO NEW THREAD: CLOTH WORLD.
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