Chapter Two: Shit starts to happen.
8 a.m.
I have no life.
I mean, come on, what is there to say more than that? My name's Tom, I'm young, I'm in my prime, I have no life to speak of. That's probably why I was home all of this time. Spending the new millennium night at home watching some movies, eating trace amounts of food, and just chilling in my basement/home. I always said that the stuff you do New Year's Eve will set the tone for the next year. Well, this looks to be rather uneventful. Eh, I'll just go get some food. Fucking starving. Haven't eaten in millennia....What? Mom? Dad? What the hell is that thing? Okay, be calm, a...a...monster of some kind...has just killed your parents....you'll have to get by on your own...and HE'S EATEN ALL THE LEFTOVER CHINESE FOOD TO BOOT? Oh, that's it....
Tom proceeded to go over to the monster and start hitting it. This monster was (fortunately) very weak, so it was a quick move to destroy it.
"Well, I've gotten some vengeance for the lives of my parents and the loss of that leftover Chinese....I guess I'll have to get something to eat." Tom headed outside to the cars. "Hmmm, my car's a piece of shit, their cars are quite good....Well, I'm not going to be coming back here again, so..." Tom proceeded to go back inside. He got some clothes on, picked up his CD's and the CD player he had given his mom for Christmas ("She's not going to need it anymore, I guess," he thought as he took her CD's), went to his own, junky car, took out a small, somewhat used postcard-sized piece of paper containing some bumper stickers, placed one on his father's car bumper, and drove off into the ice and melting snow. Some monsters attempted to come after him while he was in the car, but Tom just ran them down. ("I guess Dad would approve of these," he thought.) He noticed the gas tank was low. "Maybe I should get some more..." he thought.
He headed to the nearest gas station. "That's odd, it doesn't look like there's anyone inside...but it's open..." Tom decided, "Screw this! I'm just lucky now!" He filled up his car and started to drive. Suddenly, he decided to go in. "You know, just in case..." He walked into the mini-mart to pay. Instantly, he was greeted by a moderately-sized Imp. "Why is it that they always have foreigners manning gas station mini-marts?" he asked as the Imp started to lunge at him. He proceeded to take the pot of coffee that was brewing and throw it in his face. "Self-Defense from 'Ridgemont High.' You want some more?" he yelled as he grabbed the Imp and snapped its neck. "Well, I guess that my gas is free...." Tom proceeded to raid all of the snacks he could get his hands on for a couple of trips and started to leave. "Well, this is a little off..." Tom proceeded to go back in, raid the place of all of their naughty magazines, then headed onto the open road.
"Geez, I wonder what happened..." Tom tried to turn on the radio. He just heard music until he got to NPR. "GREETINGS, MY MINIONS. I AM THE SORCERESS DARTHANIA. OUR TOP STORY, THE MYTHICAL 'LUNAR CRY' HAS JUST OCCURRED. THE DEATH TOTAL IS....VIRTUALLY EVERYBODY WE FOUND! PREPARE FOR MY RULE OF EARTH! NOW, I GIVE YOU THE NEWEST SINGLE FROM THE BACKSTREET BOYS..."
"DEAR GOD, THIS IS TERRIBLE!" Tom yelled. "THE BACKSTREET BOYS? Oh, wait, if everyone's dead...I can get WHATEVER I WANT!" Tom proceeded to head to various places which caught his eye. In each place, he had to fight monsters, but he was rewarded with cool things: All the CD's he could get his hands on at one place, large amounts of weaponry at another. Eventually, he had enough stuff to keep him able to live himself in a post-apocalyptic world.
"Okay. Virtually everyone they found is dead...Think, Tom, Think. If you're going to need a sidekick, who's the one person who has less of a life than you do?"
"Harry, are you home?"
"Tom! What's up! Did you hear about the news on what's been going on? Everyone dying and stuff?" Harry asked.
"Hell, yeah, man. How'd you survive?"
"You know, I was downstairs just chilling. Guess it's lucky you didn't come over to do some stuff, eh?"
"You know it. Listen, we're going to need to get out of here and quick. Monsters are all over the place."
"Where do we go? I mean, we need to find more people..."
"Well, who do you think would have any info on how to get through the new world?"
"Well, I was watching New Year's Rockin' Eve, Jesus showed up before the onslaught, right? And if he couldn't survive, who could?"
Tom was completely silent.
"YOU WATCHED NEW YEAR'S ROCKIN' EVE? YOU IDIOT!"
"Come on, man. I was bored."
"Okay. Let's go. Where would Jesus be, anyway?"
"I don't know. He was over in New York for that thing, right? Let's try there first."
"I like your idea..." Tom and Harry headed over for his car. "Do you think we'll have enough gas to get there?"
"Dude, no one's charging now. We're free to get whatever we want, whenever we want it, for no money at all!"
"Excellent! Ooh, is that the new issue of 'Girl Next Door?'" Harry took the magazine as they headed for the Interstate.
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Note:
I still need two more writers who want in on this. Come on, I'll be your friend...
8 a.m.
I have no life.
I mean, come on, what is there to say more than that? My name's Tom, I'm young, I'm in my prime, I have no life to speak of. That's probably why I was home all of this time. Spending the new millennium night at home watching some movies, eating trace amounts of food, and just chilling in my basement/home. I always said that the stuff you do New Year's Eve will set the tone for the next year. Well, this looks to be rather uneventful. Eh, I'll just go get some food. Fucking starving. Haven't eaten in millennia....What? Mom? Dad? What the hell is that thing? Okay, be calm, a...a...monster of some kind...has just killed your parents....you'll have to get by on your own...and HE'S EATEN ALL THE LEFTOVER CHINESE FOOD TO BOOT? Oh, that's it....
Tom proceeded to go over to the monster and start hitting it. This monster was (fortunately) very weak, so it was a quick move to destroy it.
"Well, I've gotten some vengeance for the lives of my parents and the loss of that leftover Chinese....I guess I'll have to get something to eat." Tom headed outside to the cars. "Hmmm, my car's a piece of shit, their cars are quite good....Well, I'm not going to be coming back here again, so..." Tom proceeded to go back inside. He got some clothes on, picked up his CD's and the CD player he had given his mom for Christmas ("She's not going to need it anymore, I guess," he thought as he took her CD's), went to his own, junky car, took out a small, somewhat used postcard-sized piece of paper containing some bumper stickers, placed one on his father's car bumper, and drove off into the ice and melting snow. Some monsters attempted to come after him while he was in the car, but Tom just ran them down. ("I guess Dad would approve of these," he thought.) He noticed the gas tank was low. "Maybe I should get some more..." he thought.
He headed to the nearest gas station. "That's odd, it doesn't look like there's anyone inside...but it's open..." Tom decided, "Screw this! I'm just lucky now!" He filled up his car and started to drive. Suddenly, he decided to go in. "You know, just in case..." He walked into the mini-mart to pay. Instantly, he was greeted by a moderately-sized Imp. "Why is it that they always have foreigners manning gas station mini-marts?" he asked as the Imp started to lunge at him. He proceeded to take the pot of coffee that was brewing and throw it in his face. "Self-Defense from 'Ridgemont High.' You want some more?" he yelled as he grabbed the Imp and snapped its neck. "Well, I guess that my gas is free...." Tom proceeded to raid all of the snacks he could get his hands on for a couple of trips and started to leave. "Well, this is a little off..." Tom proceeded to go back in, raid the place of all of their naughty magazines, then headed onto the open road.
"Geez, I wonder what happened..." Tom tried to turn on the radio. He just heard music until he got to NPR. "GREETINGS, MY MINIONS. I AM THE SORCERESS DARTHANIA. OUR TOP STORY, THE MYTHICAL 'LUNAR CRY' HAS JUST OCCURRED. THE DEATH TOTAL IS....VIRTUALLY EVERYBODY WE FOUND! PREPARE FOR MY RULE OF EARTH! NOW, I GIVE YOU THE NEWEST SINGLE FROM THE BACKSTREET BOYS..."
"DEAR GOD, THIS IS TERRIBLE!" Tom yelled. "THE BACKSTREET BOYS? Oh, wait, if everyone's dead...I can get WHATEVER I WANT!" Tom proceeded to head to various places which caught his eye. In each place, he had to fight monsters, but he was rewarded with cool things: All the CD's he could get his hands on at one place, large amounts of weaponry at another. Eventually, he had enough stuff to keep him able to live himself in a post-apocalyptic world.
"Okay. Virtually everyone they found is dead...Think, Tom, Think. If you're going to need a sidekick, who's the one person who has less of a life than you do?"
"Harry, are you home?"
"Tom! What's up! Did you hear about the news on what's been going on? Everyone dying and stuff?" Harry asked.
"Hell, yeah, man. How'd you survive?"
"You know, I was downstairs just chilling. Guess it's lucky you didn't come over to do some stuff, eh?"
"You know it. Listen, we're going to need to get out of here and quick. Monsters are all over the place."
"Where do we go? I mean, we need to find more people..."
"Well, who do you think would have any info on how to get through the new world?"
"Well, I was watching New Year's Rockin' Eve, Jesus showed up before the onslaught, right? And if he couldn't survive, who could?"
Tom was completely silent.
"YOU WATCHED NEW YEAR'S ROCKIN' EVE? YOU IDIOT!"
"Come on, man. I was bored."
"Okay. Let's go. Where would Jesus be, anyway?"
"I don't know. He was over in New York for that thing, right? Let's try there first."
"I like your idea..." Tom and Harry headed over for his car. "Do you think we'll have enough gas to get there?"
"Dude, no one's charging now. We're free to get whatever we want, whenever we want it, for no money at all!"
"Excellent! Ooh, is that the new issue of 'Girl Next Door?'" Harry took the magazine as they headed for the Interstate.
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Note:
I still need two more writers who want in on this. Come on, I'll be your friend...