She laid on the ground. Sick. Decapitation.
- She laid on the ground. Sick. Decapitation. Her head faced east. Her neck bloody and ragged. And in the pool of glistening blood was a slice of apple pie. I lit a smoke to think.
- It was obviously Apple-pie Angus. I felt a slithery shiver negotiate it self down my back.I looked down again at the slice of apple pie next to the corpse, Angus' murder signature.
- The slithery shiver sniffed at the apple pie before slithering out of the front door. I grabbed my magnifying glass and followed it from a distance, hoping it would lead me to
- the source of it's existence. Because I was certain of one thing: I need to end this. Following it, I finally revealed the truth, and as much as I tried to deny it, there was no
- way I could. The truth is supposed to set you free, but I think in this case it just might kill me. I would end this on my terms at least. I looked up at the source and
- fired finger guns at it. "Pew, pew," I said despondently. My impending death was really sucking the fun out of the whole situation.
- I sent again for Bill & Ted but they and the Princesses were gallivanting around time & space. Not even they could dissuade from my course but it sure would be bitchin to hear them
- play air guitar just one more time before I left this eon. Oh well. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead into the winds of time. I could feel the emptiness of space against my
- soul as I started playing "Smoke on the Water". The beautiful moment was ruined by the booing of music store employees, who had to hear the vexing jingle from 9 to 5 every day.
- It didn't matter. I, also known as Ritchie Blackmore, knew the riff was pure magic.
- Started
- 2014-11-30 13:35:52
- Finished
- 2018-12-26 17:16:38
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Woab Dec 28 2018 @ 16:06
Wow. Intense, man!