«Flex Comix» #1[Great Off Time]
Exterior: A Battlefield destroyed from war and famine
Interior: Mark ,a familiar hero, and a new face, Kirby, are trying to find entertainment to occupy there time during such a time oppression and grey themes
Kirby: Shit, this kinda fucking sucks, I just wanna go the fuck home man, we've been fighting in The Great Wars for a fucking lifetime already
Mark: It isn't that bad, you're making it sound like we don't have any perks
Kirby: We don't Mark, we sit in these here trenches and just soak in the shit that comes along with it
Mark: Listen, we are gonna win this bitch and after we're done we are gonna get a fat paycheck and live life day by day
Kirby: Well, isn't so fucking easy for you to say that
Mark: Very
A bell sounds* (The bell is used to signify an end to a soldiers day and to go back further into the trenches to eat and relax)
Mark: Let's eat, bitch, and keep your mouth full cause I don't wanna hear you keep complaining cunt
Kirby: Fine, by the way I'm still gonna fucking complain
Both push food around there plate and mope*
Mark: you know what fuck this I have an idea for something to do
Kirby: What, can't I just eat in fucking peace without you spouting non-sense
Mark: Just Listen…I say we go out, and enjoy someone's company
Kirby: someone's what?
Mark: Their company *he put in air-quotes*
Kirby: you lost me
Mark: Let's get some Vietnamese Hookers Kirby take a fucking hint, we're already here aren't we, might as well get something good outta this shithole
Kirby: Oh shit, you should have just said that in the first place
The two walk five miles, exchanging few words and taking short breaks in between each mile until they reach the destination, a whore house, air thick with a smell indescribable, a muggy temperature, and a sexual tension to cut through lead*
Mark: Listen up whores, someone get over here and give me a price for your two finest
Random Whore: $1500
Mark: Ok how much for your worst whore
Random Whore: Um…$40
Mark: we'll take it
Kirby: how about me, I want some ass too dickhead
Mark: we're sharing, I call the backdoor
Kirby: The fuck you mean
Mark: Look we went on a Great fucking Journey to get here, we walked five miles for this bitch now get ready to bring here to poundtown
Kirby nods in agreement*
(Lin-Lin, a hooker with a tight spandex belly shirt on, has spent multiple years doing this, cheap but the best at her job, she will be best known for what becomes of her after this experience)
the act of the Great Journey ends and all is calm, all is quiet, all is at rest, but for tomorrow brings another day of warfare, night will now be changed for two soldiers from now on*
Continued in future part»»»