>>5966041The drunk woke up with the zip down, the legs direful of strength, and the conscience moribund.
Air came out of the pink nose, and the world wasn't what it was. He laid outside the early-grave pub, "The yarn", precisely because it was the home of animals.
The air reeked of car delicious smoke and the light pollution inverted the dark sky into a bright red.
Suddenly he remembered, a delirious and uncomfortable memory from an ambiguous time before, a hag crying, a red face with the eyes swollen, thorned throat, and then black. He remembered the sounds of despair from her voice, the need for someone to listen to her, forgetting the sentence but recalling the content undesirable "the truck was full of children corpses", thats what she was saying but with different words.
He tried not to think about it, his grandmother had taught him from an early age to not fill his head with horrible things. 'Bitchass hag prolly sayin dumbasseries, the christian porn rot her thinkers.'
Suddenly he remembered, this wasn't the world, this felt closer to hell. Red martian dirt covered the paviment, and rocks large and old like dinosaur eggs were scaterred helplessly across the plain, and the plain.. the plain was burning.
In the middle of the road and over his improvised bed made of air and leaves, the drunk stood up with the dignity of Jacob. He was certain, this was hell, but the sky polluted of light whispered to his eyes that he wasn't alone, for the hell had risen.
In his drunken bravery, he felt worthy of the memories; Jacob, Israel. He forgot the exact theology, but Israel was supposed to be the shelter, the shelter!
But Israel was a person too.. something about inner conflict, something god, the trash cans agreed with his deductions; in order to be saved, or save everything, or be spared, or the least worse result, he had to fight his angels!
He suddenly remembered a few passages of the old testament and went straight to grab his cock. Not circumcised, that was the free pass, he almost got it done for a kitty lass of fine ass and horrid face, how foolish, Oh how foolish, christian!
His venture began in the middle of the red district, with nowhere to go, or nowhere to start.
(First turn, first action examples:
1.Go retrieve (find) your brave car
2. Return to the pub, home of animals
3. Talk to the trashcans?
4. Go to the church and try to find guidance
5. Zip your pants. Dumbass.
6. Look gypsies to give you a ride somewhere friend (Bonus humanity attachment = ally of reprobates)
7. Custom.
Tip: Dont forget the tower of babel resurrected.
