Death Incoming!

Stupid little piece created for the lulz. The title can't get any worse than it already is.


It's all over. Today, I die. Oh, cruel world.

One by one, my tribemates disappear. Pixels melting away into the void that is my final destination. The TV blares music for nobody to listen to. Even our brave clan leader, even him:

'Goodbye…' I wouldn't forget the despair written across his face and in his eyes and across his paws and tattooed on his belly.

It's so empty. Those plush sofas are still warm from the mice that had just unwillingly vacated the scene.

Same in the vanilla rooms. I climb the wall all by myself, nibbling on the cheese- my last meal.

Nobody to share it with.

I think of my girlfriend. My mistress. My best friend. My clan leader. Who's kinda hot. Even the dumb tribe newbies I was planning to haze by chucking cannonballs at them.

I will miss you all...

The sky is crumbling, oh, no shaman can help us now. Perhaps our Goddess will finally descend from the heavens to save us all. Or maybe, this is her doing. What if she's doomed us all? We're not worthy of her holiness. Not worthy of her holy wings. They're larger than any I've ever seen. They're beautiful. I want wings so badly. What was I talking about?

If the fury of the gods were to manifest itself, is there anything anyone can do about it?

I accept my fate.

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