"HOLLD ONNNNNN!!!"
Heor didn't look back. Must be for someone else.
"HEY! YOU MISTER WHO'S RUNNING LIKE A CRAZY BUGGALLOO!!!"
"Buggalloo?", Heor stopped and turned back; out of confusion more than out of obligation.
A dark figure was making it's way towards Heor. It seemed really far.
"YEAH, YOU STAY THERE!!! I AM COMINGGG!!!"
Jeez who is this guy. Better come up with an excuse to get out.
As the figure closed in, Heor started improvising his excuse, "Ermm, my dog really needs his Teletubby sippy cup. He can't sleep without dri...wait what in the hel-".
The figure didn't appear small because it was far away.
It appeared small, because it was small.
A small kid stood in front of Heor, huffing. Heor scanned the person thoroughly. He is only half as tall as me but has rock solid abs and well toned muscles. WHAT? Was he conceived in a gym? And why is he only wearing a diaper? Wait, why the hell is he even wearing a diaper?! I mean, isn't he a little too old for it?! And what's up with the weird superman hair twirl? Why isn't it moving?! Is it stuck to his forehead?
After catching his breath, the kid finally said "Daddy, says that cigarettes al' baaaad annd we should stay away from baaad things"
The accent seemed a little off to Heor. Like the wrong pronunciation seemed forced.
"Okaaay. I'm sorry, are you lost or something, kid?"
"Kid?!? How dare you insult me! Do you know who I am?! I'm Cocmi, the best warrior of Doh Land! The Master of Chocolate Coin! Second in Command of the Chief! I'm The man who has won more than 9 battles!!"
"Arrgh, Master of Chocolate Coin", Heor cringed. "Wait, more than 9 battles? You don't know the exact number of battles you've won?"
"Well, my teacher was supposed to teach me two digit numbers long ago, but I chose to go for a Treehouse Fortication lesson instead."
Everything Cocmi said seemed a little off, a little fake. "Ermm yeah, I'm really busy and I need to go. If you're lost then...erm start screaming, I'm sure someone else will surely show up."
Cocmi replied, "Busy? Pfftt, forget such silly stuff. Your destiny is way bigger than all this"
"Yeah, my destiny is that I'll sit on my couch while playing video games and eating pizza instead of talking to a child who has just run away from a costume competition"
"No" Cocmi stared deep into Heor's eyes, "What would you say if I told you, there is more to you than you know?"
"I would say your mom has been letting you watch a lot of action movies. If I weren't so thirsty maybe I would've had a talk with her or something."
"Oh my god. You see, you're the chosen one! There was a prophecy that stated that a man with great thirst will bring the naked truth to the peopl..."
"A prophecy, of course. See dude I used to play such role playing games when I was a kid with my friends. Now, I have grown up so I do all that in videogames. I need to go so.."
"No you can't leave. Our people need you. Don't you see the lights? the winds? the clouds? All of them are signs!!"
"Our people? Is it a Race thing? I can't see you properly in the dark. Are you d...HOLY CRAP AM I LATE", Heor broke off as he checked his watch and darted off.
So this isn't going to happen so easily, is it? Fine. Cocmi sighed.
Annnnd almost there. Just two blocks left. Soo thirsty...
Heor started imagining the tasteless taste of water. The coolness that spread through as the water made it's way through the oesophagus and reached the stomach. The way it just put out the scorching flames and watered the arid and dry regions of a parched throat. It's obviously a magical potion. A gift from the god themselves.
He started imagining how he would sit in the restaurant and order nothing but a glass of cold wate...
Thud.
Heor felt something hitting his head. He couldn't keeping running. He was falling to the ground. He didn't care about what happened. As he fell, his eyes were fixed on the doors that had a huge billboard on top of it that read "L'Ad Plaisment".
Just one freaking block was left. Whoever is doing this is a cruel heartless bastard.
And before going out, he whispered the words that he was going to say in his imaginary scenario, "Could I have a glass of wat..."
And so our hero fell.
WILL HE EVER GET UP?!
JOKES ASIDE, WILL HE PASS THE PROSTATE EXAM HE GAVE LAST WEEK?!
MORE IMPORTANTLY, WILL HE GET HIS GLASS OF WATER?!
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, WILL HE EVER MEET THE B-BOYING DOG, SHAY-G!?
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All I wanted was a glass of water
HumorAlways wanted to hear a story where the main hero's sole motivation was to parch his thirst? Well, now you can. Read this story to find out why the description hardly has any story points. Was the author just too lazy? Or does he have a severe case...
