Rewayna
Philosophizing Noob
Rewayna
Philosophizing Noob
Rewayna
Philosophizing Noob
Rewayna
Philosophizing Noob
Rewayna
Philosophizing Noob
I totally wandered away for the day, yesterday.
This was waiting for me when I logged back on today:
"Er, e-excuse me," comes a soft, shaking, slightly unhinged voice. You turn around from your sampling of cocktail sausages to acknowledge whoever it is. It appears to be a teacher--he's somewhat disheveled and quaking like a leaf in the wind. You feel a little concerned for him. After all, he's underdressed and obviously not in any shape to party like it's 1999.
"Oh my, what's wrong with you?" you ask. He looks to the left. He looks to the right, then sighs deeply, twiddling his thumbs.
"...You...haven't seen someone driving around the ballroom in a Lamborghini, have you?"
"Uh...not really," you answer, raising an eyebrow. He looks crestfallen. He turns around and begins slowly walking away, but suddenly you feel a shock of pity and grasp him by the shoulder. "I'll help you look, though!"
He delivers you a...special smile.
"Th-thank you. I...never thought anyone would be kind enough to do that for me!"
For some reason, you feel an incredible amount of regret. He takes you by the arm and drags you out of the ballroom and down the hall, pushing you into an elevator.
"Uh...where are we going?"
"Hmm? Isn't it obvious?" he says, still smiling. He swipes a keycard through the elevator's reader and a small beep sounds as the elevator begins dropping at an amazing speed. You cling to this random teacher, screaming as your body begins lifting off the floor due to the incredible drop. He laughs and holds onto you with one arm, the other hand occupied holding on to the wallgrip. Suddenly, the elevator stops with a ding, and the doors open to reveal a massive black room. In the middle of it, lit by a single pendant light, is a black Lamborghini Murcielago. He gently places his hand on your back and leads you to it, utilizing keyless entry and taking his place in the driver's seat.
"What...is going on," you say flatly. He maintains his smile.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he says, patting the passenger's seat. "We're going to go searching, aren't we?"
Reluctantly, you get in the car. He starts it, and Kanye West's "Mercy" begins thumping at full-blast from the speakers. You certainly weren't expecting that up front, but at the back of your mind, you absolutely were. 100%. With a furious growl, the car suddenly takes off into the unknown inky blackness of the room. You begin screaming, not knowing where you are or if you're eventually going to hit a wall. Suddenly, a pinpoint of light appears and quickly grows--the outside. As if a missile made of pissed off panthers leaving a silo, the Lambo screams onto the road as the teacher does a tight right turn, making you remember in the most visceral way possible that you need to fasten your seatbelt. You do so immediately, screaming all the while. This is not what you signed up for.
The teacher goes swerving wildly down the road and into oncoming traffic. You panic, shaking his arm.
"What the hell are you doing?!" you cry, "You're going to get us both killed!"
"Sorry," he says, "I'm...just a little bit drunk, is all..."
Suddenly, he goes full insanonuts.
That's right.
He shuts off traction control, for some reason that you will never know in a million years.
Predictably, you go sailing toward a tree. He jerks the wheel hard to the left and loses control, which is also completely expected. The Lamborghini goes sailing over a cliff and crashes straight into Cindy's Gaia 9 chopper.
"My god--!!" the newscaster screams as the chopper begins to drop. Mike turns around, his face contorted in complete and utter horror.
"YOUR DUNCAN HEINS IS IRRELEVANT!!" the teacher screams, pounding on the horn. You can't stop shrieking. You're going to die. You just know it. The chopper continues to drop, and you hope that the afterlife is completely void of situations like this, tightly closing your eyes.
There's a massive crash, but mercifully, death never comes. You open one eye. Then the other. Everyone's alive, it seems--and you've crashed into a sports bar. The teacher rapidly undoes his seatbelt and exits, as do you. Cindy demands to see his papers and he promptly airs her out, turning his attention to one of the bar's many televisions, which is playing a commercial for Cialis.
"What the hell is your problem?!" you scream at him. He looks deep in thought, as if trying to figure out how things came to this.
"...That wasn't supposed to happen," he says softly. "Er--you're not angry, are you?"
"HOW CAN I NOT BE PISSED!!?? YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!!" you eloquently clarify in an even tone. You stomp on away from the scene, looking to put this behind you for the rest of your life. As you leave, you snatch a bottle of good ol' moonshine from one of the tables, prompting a bargoer to furiously stand up. You, however, send him a glare that could probably melt melting, so he immediately sits back down and ignores you. You walk away, taking a swig from the bottle as a nearby tree explodes in slow motion for no discernable reason.
The lesson here?
Look out for trees.
rofl
This is probably the most well put-together anon I've ever received~ <3333
Thank you for such a rollicking good evening, my shock has worn off and I believe I'd like to help you look again sometime. :3
This was waiting for me when I logged back on today:
Quote:
"Er, e-excuse me," comes a soft, shaking, slightly unhinged voice. You turn around from your sampling of cocktail sausages to acknowledge whoever it is. It appears to be a teacher--he's somewhat disheveled and quaking like a leaf in the wind. You feel a little concerned for him. After all, he's underdressed and obviously not in any shape to party like it's 1999."Oh my, what's wrong with you?" you ask. He looks to the left. He looks to the right, then sighs deeply, twiddling his thumbs.
"...You...haven't seen someone driving around the ballroom in a Lamborghini, have you?"
"Uh...not really," you answer, raising an eyebrow. He looks crestfallen. He turns around and begins slowly walking away, but suddenly you feel a shock of pity and grasp him by the shoulder. "I'll help you look, though!"
He delivers you a...special smile."Th-thank you. I...never thought anyone would be kind enough to do that for me!"
For some reason, you feel an incredible amount of regret. He takes you by the arm and drags you out of the ballroom and down the hall, pushing you into an elevator.
"Uh...where are we going?"
"Hmm? Isn't it obvious?" he says, still smiling. He swipes a keycard through the elevator's reader and a small beep sounds as the elevator begins dropping at an amazing speed. You cling to this random teacher, screaming as your body begins lifting off the floor due to the incredible drop. He laughs and holds onto you with one arm, the other hand occupied holding on to the wallgrip. Suddenly, the elevator stops with a ding, and the doors open to reveal a massive black room. In the middle of it, lit by a single pendant light, is a black Lamborghini Murcielago. He gently places his hand on your back and leads you to it, utilizing keyless entry and taking his place in the driver's seat.
"What...is going on," you say flatly. He maintains his smile."Well, what are you waiting for?" he says, patting the passenger's seat. "We're going to go searching, aren't we?"
Reluctantly, you get in the car. He starts it, and Kanye West's "Mercy" begins thumping at full-blast from the speakers. You certainly weren't expecting that up front, but at the back of your mind, you absolutely were. 100%. With a furious growl, the car suddenly takes off into the unknown inky blackness of the room. You begin screaming, not knowing where you are or if you're eventually going to hit a wall. Suddenly, a pinpoint of light appears and quickly grows--the outside. As if a missile made of pissed off panthers leaving a silo, the Lambo screams onto the road as the teacher does a tight right turn, making you remember in the most visceral way possible that you need to fasten your seatbelt. You do so immediately, screaming all the while. This is not what you signed up for.
The teacher goes swerving wildly down the road and into oncoming traffic. You panic, shaking his arm.
"What the hell are you doing?!" you cry, "You're going to get us both killed!"
"Sorry," he says, "I'm...just a little bit drunk, is all..."
Suddenly, he goes full insanonuts.
That's right.
He shuts off traction control, for some reason that you will never know in a million years.
Predictably, you go sailing toward a tree. He jerks the wheel hard to the left and loses control, which is also completely expected. The Lamborghini goes sailing over a cliff and crashes straight into Cindy's Gaia 9 chopper.
"My god--!!" the newscaster screams as the chopper begins to drop. Mike turns around, his face contorted in complete and utter horror.
"YOUR DUNCAN HEINS IS IRRELEVANT!!" the teacher screams, pounding on the horn. You can't stop shrieking. You're going to die. You just know it. The chopper continues to drop, and you hope that the afterlife is completely void of situations like this, tightly closing your eyes. There's a massive crash, but mercifully, death never comes. You open one eye. Then the other. Everyone's alive, it seems--and you've crashed into a sports bar. The teacher rapidly undoes his seatbelt and exits, as do you. Cindy demands to see his papers and he promptly airs her out, turning his attention to one of the bar's many televisions, which is playing a commercial for Cialis.
"What the hell is your problem?!" you scream at him. He looks deep in thought, as if trying to figure out how things came to this.
"...That wasn't supposed to happen," he says softly. "Er--you're not angry, are you?""HOW CAN I NOT BE PISSED!!?? YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!!" you eloquently clarify in an even tone. You stomp on away from the scene, looking to put this behind you for the rest of your life. As you leave, you snatch a bottle of good ol' moonshine from one of the tables, prompting a bargoer to furiously stand up. You, however, send him a glare that could probably melt melting, so he immediately sits back down and ignores you. You walk away, taking a swig from the bottle as a nearby tree explodes in slow motion for no discernable reason.
The lesson here?
Look out for trees.
This is probably the most well put-together anon I've ever received~ <3333
Thank you for such a rollicking good evening, my shock has worn off and I believe I'd like to help you look again sometime. :3
Rewayna
Philosophizing Noob