I was just thinking to myself, this game really just saved our lives. Whatever, I digress.
Going back to where I was, I was running to the laptop to make sure that dumbass didn't start his game without me. I went to sit down at the kitchen table, but the umbrella from earlier had taken my place. To be honest the thing was always a bit tacky. Red and white with a star on the top. I shivered upon looking at it. At that, the umbrella knew I was there. Somehow, it floated upwards and pointed itself towards me. Not only was I incredibly befuddled, but I was also a little bit scared. It seemed to want something, although I couldn't put my finger on it.
That's when it hit me. Well, it almost hit me. The umbrella took a warning swipe at head, missing by only a few inches. I retreated to the living room, digging through my strife deck until I found a piece of licorice. It never hurts to keep it full. I tripped on a shoe, and the umbrella soared over my head. I though I put that damn thing up somewhere, but it may have just saved my life. I brought out the licorice and bit down on it. Since I brought it out of my strife deck, it would do something special. My specibus changed itself from candykind to whipkind, the licorice disappearing and a whipe appearing in my hand. That's honestly my favorite thing about this strife abstratus. Candykind always gave me an actual weapon based on what I ate from the strife deck.
The umbrella did not care for my fancy shmancy strife deck at all, on the other hand. It rushed at me, barely giving me time to roll to the side and get back up. I lashed out with my whip, but the thing is honestly pretty fucking hard to use. It cracked once into empty air before I pulled it back. I started digging through candykind's strife deck, banishing the whip to wherever those things go. I found a pair of candy canes, easily pulling them out and biting down into them. A pair of sick knives popped into my hands, and I crossed them in front of me. The umbrella was in the middle of his second charge, third if I count the one where I tripped, and couldn't stop itself. It could only move slightly up, which it did. One of the knife tips caught in its fabric, and it took a long chunk out of the umbrella as it passed over me.
I took a moment to rejoice in my single blow dealt to the umbrella, when I heard a familiar sigh. I turned to see my roommate standing there, holding the umbrella. My eye twitched a little at seeing her outfit today though. The hoodie with alternating green and white horizontal stripes, along with the stupidly white pants, green hair ribbon, and minty green shoes, was honestly a bit much. My expression and slight shock notwithstanding, she just hid the umbrella from view for the time being. She shrugged at me and took something out of her pocket. It was a card for my sylladex. I looked at the card, and figured that it contained some kind of important object. It looked like a key mixed with an umbrella.
I looked up and my friend was gone, umbrella and all. She had a habit of moving in inexplicable ways and vanishing into thin air. I didn't quite know how she did it. I stood there, trying to remember what I was doing before I had to fight an umbrella. A notification from DigiPigeon snapped me out of my reverie, and I walked back to the kitchen. It looked like Crys finally answered.
CA: ThanksCA: And thanks for the game too
AH: No problem, let me know if you want to play.
AH: Hello?
AH: Crys I swear if you just answered me and left.
I swear if he just answered me and left. I mean I expected him to do it, but still, it's annoying. Anyway, I feel like I've already had this conversation, so I'll just skip it. Going back to the bit of hassling I did with Crys, I just about completely convinced him to play the game with me first. Yeah, Lynn was going to be a bit upset with me, but I guess I could apologize after I finish playing with him. At that point, I finally decided to run the game.
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The New End of The World
PertualanganThis is a story about a young chemist. This story is also about a cooped up bookworm. And it's about a closet-dork surfer. There's also a cool sugar-junkie. This is about her too. Oh and did I mention an apocalypse? There's one of those in here as w...