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A CAVEMAN wants to GO BACK TO SIMPLER TIMES Breakfast Time You wonder what happened. What happened that, when you looked into the mirror, you saw a gold armband attached to your left hand, supposedly ‘helping you’. It’s only been a year since the discovery of the underground deposit. You were even one of the people held there. Suppressing your desires, you thought that was a decent trade. At least, you thought. You walked over to the kitchen and raised your hand to the cupboard door. Accidentally pulling the door off of it’s hinges, you hear it hit the ground. Your nostrils flare up and you almost raise your huge fist down to strike the counter, but a small zap stops you and you go back to grabbing something from there. More specifically, the cereal box. You slide the cereal box onto the table and rub the tiny amount of sleep from your eyes. You yawn, as you slowly open the fridge door. You see a large amount of boar meat, and directly above that, a container of milk. While twitching, you quickly attempt to take a chunk out of your well-deserve meal, but what happened earlier happened again. Instead, you slowly grab the milk and close the fridge. You bring the milk container onto the table, and pour the box of cereal onto a dried up bowl your sink didn’t hold. You pour enough and then you begin pouring the milk. As the milk pours, you’re reminded of your enemies, and how they looked as you taught them who was truly the king. As you smile and laugh a little you experience the small shock again and a small amount of milk stains your lovely laminated wooden table. You reverse all your prior actions and then sit at the table. With the spoon already beside you, you begin spooning up your cereal slowly. This was boring, you thought. You only took a few more sips as you then attempt to grab the bowl with both hands and chug it down. Like before, a small zaps plays with your desires and you accidentally let go of the bowl, making it drop down onto the floor, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces… You began to screech and you get zapped. You slam the armband against the table a few dozen times, and despite the pain of the zapping, you keep doing it. You do this for at least 20 seconds, but it was no use. The armband stayed on and your bowl was on the table. However, you thought to yourself, there was one thing you could do. You went over to your TV from the room across and slammed your hand through it. The TV’s screen cracked, leaving a giant hole, and welcoming an electric shock at least a hundred times worst then the armband. It lasted for almost 30 seconds, but you knew, despite all the pain, it might end your suffering. You loudly fall onto the floor and lay for a few seconds. The smell of ash and the small electric sounds in your already slightly red vision somehow felt better, as you haven’t felt the feeling of true pain in a while. You tear off your shirt, revealing your very hairy exterior and quickly get up from the floor. You pound your stomach with both hands and rush towards the kitchen. You quickly open the fridge and grapple the large boar meat and slam it into your mouth. The raw, succulents taste coupled with the blood dripping from your mouth, and the small amount of blood appearing on your hands appearing to accumulate, made you smile. You begin to tear through the house, knocking over the table, your couch and the destroyed TV, until falling to the floor when your adrenaline wore off. It felt good, you liked this feeling. You haven’t experienced it in so long. You wish it could be like this forever. However, you remember what you saw a while ago. You look onto your arm and you begin to hear a very high pitched sound, with the decibels increasing every second. A few moments later, you experience a small zap... z]A CAVEMAN wants to GO BACK TO SIMPLER TIMES[/sp] You wonder what happened. What happened that, when you looked into the mirror, you saw a gold armband attached to your left hand, supposedly ‘helping you’. It’s only been a year since the discovery of the underground deposit. You were even one of the people held there. Suppressing your desires, you thought that was a decent trade. At least, you thought. You walked over to the kitchen and raised your hand to the cupboard door. Accidentally pulling the door off of it’s hinges, you hear it hit the ground. Your nostrils flare up and you almost raise your huge fist down to strike the counter, but a small zap stops you and you go back to grabbing something from there. More specifically, the cereal box. You slide the cereal box onto the table and rub the tiny amount of sleep from your eyes. You yawn, as you slowly open the fridge door. You see a large amount of boar meat, and directly above that, a container of milk. While twitching, you quickly attempt to take a chunk out of your well-deserve meal, but what happened earlier happened again. Instead, you slowly grab the milk and close the fridge. You bring the milk container onto the table, and pour the box of cereal onto a dried up bowl your sink didn’t hold. You pour enough and then you begin pouring the milk. As the milk pours, you’re reminded of your enemies, and how they looked as you taught them who was truly the king. As you smile and laugh a little you experience the small shock again and a small amount of milk stains your lovely laminated wooden table. You reverse all your prior actions and then sit at the table. With the spoon already beside you, you begin spooning up your cereal slowly. This was boring, you thought. You only took a few more sips as you then attempt to grab the bowl with both hands and chug it down. Like before, a small zaps plays with your desires and you accidentally let go of the bowl, making it drop down onto the floor, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces… You began to screech and you get zapped. You slam the armband against the table a few dozen times, and despite the pain of the zapping, you keep doing it. You do this for at least 20 seconds, but it was no use. The armband stayed on and your bowl was on the table. However, you thought to yourself, there was one thing you could do. You went over to your TV from the room across and slammed your hand through it. The TV’s screen cracked, leaving a giant hole, and welcoming an electric shock at least a hundred times worst then the armband. It lasted for almost 30 seconds, but you knew, despite all the pain, it might end your suffering. You loudly fall onto the floor and lay for a few seconds. The smell of ash and the small electric sounds in your already slightly red vision somehow felt better, as you haven’t felt the feeling of true pain in a while. You tear off your shirt, revealing your very hairy exterior and quickly get up from the floor. You pound your stomach with both hands and rush towards the kitchen. You quickly open the fridge and grapple the large boar meat and slam it into your mouth. The raw, succulents taste coupled with the blood dripping from your mouth, and the small amount of blood appearing on your hands appearing to accumulate, made you smile. You begin to tear through the house, knocking over the table, your couch and the destroyed TV, until falling to the floor when your adrenaline wore off. It felt good, you liked this feeling. You haven’t experienced it in so long. You wish it could be like this forever. However, you remember what you saw a while ago. You look onto your arm and you begin to hear a very high pitched sound, with the decibels increasing every second. A few moments later, you experience a small zap... Zerbra23 fucked around with this message at 10:46 on Aug 7, 2016 |
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