The first thing I saw was a Buoy. It was stuck in a tree. Right above me. Apparently I was flat on my back. Looking up. Now I wouldn't consider myself a buoy expert. But I recognized the buoy as one they used at Guilford Lake. A spot I used to frequent before the world ended.
"Bababooey" I said in response to the thought.
To which a short chuckle came in response. I sat up, looking around to see a vaguely familiar sight. A small campsite. Surrounded by trees, on a hill, with water lapping gently around it.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! It's an island, dumbass!" I thought out loud.
To any bystander, I was a strange boy, waking up from a coma and immediately degrading himself, as was my character by now. On the second scan of this island I saw another, a slimmer figure. Short hair, unseasonal choice of attire, a hoodie, shorts and a wreath of chicken feathers around their neck. Obviously, it was Samantha. They laughed at my bababooey remark to the buoy in the trees. It was faded but the "No Wake". I laughed a good and hearty laugh, like a goose, being strangled with a toy grabber arm. Standing up was a new beast however. (You try standing up after being ripped up and put back together again.) After struggling like a baby calf I stood up, feeling a slight disproportional weight coming from my right arm. My day be so fine then, boom, metal arm.
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Nintendelion 2.69 "You do (not) get bitches"
AdventureThe sequel to Nintendelion 1. This time better written. Actual Canon ending is in the original story, all others are alternative endings written for fun. Story still in progress
