The Prick lay alone in the hospital ward. Slowly she got out of bed. It didn't really hurt, she just got out. It was pretty darn cold where she was. Dressed in a hospital gown, the breeze made it fly up uncovering he modesty. Looking forwards she noticed that there was a massive hole in the wall with a bunch of lizard people climbing out of it. The prick said "Damn, did i really wake up in a cliche post-apocalyptic future? Well, better Gecko-ing"
As she dashed out she remembered Darcitrus's warning. She was literally the biggest mass murderer to ever exist, and the meanest. She stole Josh's drum playing skills, along with the lives of seven billion souls. And then she fell over for some reason.
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Buttermilk Ranch
Mystère / Thrillerin this epic tale a lime makes friends be sure to have lots of fun maybe tree-child love will become legal one day shout out for the dryads
