The day the grid went down, many were trapped
- The day the grid went down, many were trapped in their home entertainment bunkers. I was out and about, surrounded by lost, panicky people going through early withdrawal. Linkless
- and lawless types like me where suddenly at an advantage. After my sentencing for digital trespassing, I was uncoupled from the net & became self sufficient. My neighbour knocked.
- It was late in the afternoon and I she had not received a formal invitation. I was dismayed by the lack of proprietary that is now what we call polite society. My neighbour stood
- on my doormat, urinating into my flowers with his robe untied. The mailman doodled in my paper and flipped me off. I would accept an informal party invitation if it meant leaving
- Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. I mean, any excuse to get outta here was a good one. Ever since Fred Rogers died, the HOA fees skyrocketed and the train to the Land of Make-Believe
- was shut down to lack of funding. The Museum-Go-Round was replaced with a Walmart. King Friday sighed as he looked over his land; he was just another puppet of the machine.
- This would not stand. King Friday would not sit idly by as rampant corporate profiteering dominated the social landscape of his Kingdom. He knew just what to do.
- That was because he was a dwarf. Well, and because he had The Blackskull's brain in a leather sack. The Dwarf would ask the brain questions. King Friday was afraid of the
- answer to this question the Dwarf asked Blackskull's brain: "How will King Friday die?" He sprinted out of his palace but the Dwarf caught up with him - they always do, you see
- because there's always some owl or something to take pity on the poor stunted benders and carry them off hie and non. King Friday died from internet usage.
- Started
- 2012-11-22 09:47:47
- Finished
- 2013-04-12 22:24:24
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SlimWhitman Apr 13 2013 @ 04:43
somehow a very appropriate ending considering the beginning...