Is thsi the Real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Am I quoting Queen?
Yes, Yes I am.
Lazarus commands thou to read the story he hast resurrected!
NAUGH!
Mime slouched against the wall of the cheap motel. The place reeked to high heaven of Cigarettes and booze. The Stench was even worse inside the rooms. Bumpy and his Fascist Cheese Monkeys would never think of looking here for her, especially considering it was in Zweistadt, to the point she could smell Grimmsville from there, just over the stench of Vodka and Cubans. She looked into the deep violet sky, trying to serch for stars in the green hazy sky. The Grimmsen Country was a sight to behold; Chernobyl on LSD.
Seeing as any attempt to find the stars she had grown used to was futile, she entered her motel room. She sat herself upon the bed, with a lolling pattern of pink flowers upon an azure background on the blanket. She wrapped herself in the outdated comforter, and lulled off into a state of semi-consciousness.
She wondered quietly, as if she were sleeping. She wondered why she had to abandon Nutty. Why had she abandoned Happy Tree Town? Why was she running from The Big Brother on Mooseback?
She answered herself: He was in Happy Tree Land, He didn't understand Bumpy the Fascist's Hetero Reconquista, and she left because Bumpy would kill her.
That night after Fritzl's Goons killed Bucky, Mime and Nutty had a fallout. Mime could not explain to nutty what the hell was going on...
"Mime, Speak to me if you are in need of saying something!" Nutty shouts
Mime shakes her head.
"How can I help you if I don't know what's wrong?" He wags a finger in her face, which she slaps away.
"Bitch! Leave if you have a problem!" Nutty shouts.
And Mime did so. She packed up her things and left.
All the way to Zweistadt.
Laying beside her on a white cloth, a Magnum, loaded and ready for action if she chose to do so. Chose to kill herself, that is. It had been her companion since her arrival in Grimmsen Country.
She lifted the gun and examined it closely. Beautifully crafted, if she had to chose anything to blow herself away. Then again, who said Maggie's Job was for Mime? There, holding the gun in the air, she decided just who the bullets were for.
Short, and crappy.
But I intend to finish it up before the 16th, so expect atleast two more chappies sometime soon.
And oh yeah, Happy Belated Chinese New Year.
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