Waking up from our premature nap, I was craving asbestos. Sam woke up a few seconds later. I pondered about how familiar the voice through the radio was. Getting into the driver's seat made me feel special, like mommy's little sailor, although I was thousands of miles away from my mommy. Driving a boat isn't that hard, especially downgrading from a warship to a small pleasurecraft. The hard part is the sunken trees that exist for some reason.
"You know Conner, that voice sounded like you."
Sam said while packing their rucksack up with some assorted plumage from a seabird.
"I know dude, kinda funky. For some reason I felt a strange connection, even if he was talking about his STDs." I replied.
"I don't like the sound of static in my head either."
"Same" they replied, very drawn out.
On the horizon, a large object jutted against the plains of water. Of course, being young adventurous teens, we went towards it (Cus why not).
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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
