let's play a game. rules are simple, we all write an epic story connected to the post above ours.
i'll start:
you're tense and uneasy. you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today but for good reason. what could that reason possibly be? could it be the ominous roar of sirens emanating from the pits of the industrial sector? maybe it's the earth catching up on us, the weather sure says a lot. mother nature's pissed and she won't stop being a bitch for anyone. clouds everywhere, blocking out the sun. the sky is brown today, really fucking brown. the sky isn't usually brown but it sure looks pretty though. you wonder why it's like that today then you realize, "wait, it's always been like this."
yeah, you're tense. you're still uneasy. it takes a while to get your wits together but when you do, you realize, "fuck, now i remember. it's them. it all started with them." yes, you remember. it's them. it was them, it IS them. who are they? you don't know who they are, you can't tell if they're one of them if you see them but yeah, it's them.
your eyes start focusing around your immediate vicinity and you see someone on the other side of the alley you woke up in. the guy looks like he hasn't bathed in weeks. eyes are swollen, he looks emaciated. more than anything, he sure looks hungry.
to the next poster: WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?
