When you can't leave well enough alone and need to live in your childhood nightmare a little bit longer. An alternate version of what might have happened one universe over from "Radar".
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July 6th at 7:02 PM, Fort Worth, TX: Preston
Ding.
I pause the recording and stop and drink my watered down pop that used to have ice cubes. It's probably just an e-mail from YouTube saying something was posted or someone trying to get me to buy something I don't want, or it's that freaking beanie order they said'd be backordered until the apocalypse comes. It better be the beanies. I look up and make sure the video's not still playing and I look down and click on the e-mail before I realize what it is. Stupid generic weather warning. Why do they even send me this crap?
The National Weather Service in Fort Worth has issued a
* Severe Thunderstorm Warning for...
Tarrant County in central Texas...
Parker County in central Texas...
*Until 215 AM CST.
* At 659 PM CST, severe thunderstorms were located along a line
extending from near Wichita Falls to Graham, moving southeast at 35 mph.
HAZARD...60 mph wind gusts.
SOURCE...Radar indicated.
IMPACT...Expect damage to roofs, siding, and trees.
*PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS...Wind damage with these storms will occur before any rain or lightning. Do not wait for the sound of thunder before taking cover.
SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY inside a sturdy structure and stay away from windows.
"No crap, Captain Crunch. I can hear it's freakin' raining." And I'm inside with noise-cancelling headphones on. People'd hafta be stupid not to notice there's a storm outside after it's been raining for two hours straight now and the wind's cat-calling me through the wall. The butt of my jeans's still wet from that bullshrimp. I told Rob we shoulda just GrubHubbed dinner but no, he had to make me go walk him like a freaking dog to the sandwich place. Next time he's going by himself. He's old enough to find a map and walk a quarter mile down the street.
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July 6th at 8:18 PM, Fort Worth, TX: Preston
"Rob! Get your butt in gear so we can get the frick outta here!" My computer finally shuts off and I grab my mug of coffee and turn the lights off. I'll finish editing the rest of the challenge videos tomorrow. I need a break and some pork rinds and anime. I stop next to his office but the lights're off and I don't hear him clickin' around in there. Figures. Then he wonders why he doesn't have a job. I go check the pool table and there're no derps in here. Kinda sad when everyone's home for the weekend and we're the only ones here. Not like he counts for company unless there's food around. I go halfway up the stairs and I don't know why he'd be up there but I don't understand ninety-percent of the other crap he does, either. "Rob! Come on!"
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