8 UMBRELLA
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3 UMBRELLA
Another day, another round of umbrella gathering. THE MIGHTY MOOSE felt a bit silly, carrying an umbrella to get even more umbrellas, but rules were rules. It was late afternoon when he left the complex, venturing out and about within sight of the apartment's main entrance. It wouldn't do to get lost, or worse, to be found by the infected.
The first one he found was very small, and it took him a short while to discover it's function. When he did, he immediately shoved it over his moose mask, sending the nose drooping downward sadly and creating a somewhat humorous effect. It was comfortable, in spite of the chokehold it had on his head, and he had half a mind to keep it - until he saw his reflection in a puddle.
"HA HA HA," he commented. Well played, MOOSE, he thought to himself. Well played. Whoever had left it at the coffee shop must have been someone who appreciated a sensible chuckle.
The next one he located was at a coffee shop on the next block over. It was made of wood and lace, and while quite stylish was probably nigh useless for keeping off the rain. When he was pretty sure no one was looking, THE MOOSE tried this one out, doing a few runway-worthy twirls. Ah, yes. The balance was just right, and it felt good in his hands. He tucked it away in the waistband of his speedo.
The next two locales he searched turned up nothing. Frustrated, THE MOOSE kicked over a trash bin.
Inside was some kind of rotten vegetation, old newspapers, cigarette butts, fast food wrappers, and there - just under all the debris, shining like a quest object in a game that assumed the end user could barely be trusted not to try to eat his own keyboard -
another umbrella.
THE MIGHTY MOOSE took it out, dusted it off and unfolded it reverently. There, on the screaming yellow fabric was emblazoned the logo of one of THE MOOSE'S favorite establishments. The Olive Garden. He stood there, holding it aloft in the golden light of the dying sun. The sad remnants of a lost era. The final artifact of a once great and glorious establishment. Im-pasta-ble to replace.
Et tu, free breadsticks?
THE MOOSE shed one single, manly tear. He would avenge SMALLER MOOSE someday, he and all of the rest of civilization, for their lost treasures.
Treasures like flat faced dogs and Olive Garden.
OOC
Character's name: THE MIGHTY MOOSE
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: Link to journals here
Character's survival stats:
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