Saturday, September 13, 2008
Chapter 11: Fresh Fried Fish, Fish Fresh Fried, Fried Fish Fresh, Fresh Fish Fried, Fish Fried Fresh, Fried Fresh Fish
My feet were sore and bloated red like a pufferfish.
"How far more?" I ground out, imagining myself sublimating after all HPs have disappeared.
"9, 999, 999 kilometers," droned the epitome of beauty, staring straight ahead into nothingness. "Next water station in 999 kilometers."
Geez. Thanks a lot. Way to kill the mood.
This whole new ultra-high tech world has a gravitational pull of about 10 times that of the Earth, I suppose, because after 100 steps, I'd drained as much energy as I usually do a 1000 steps.
What's more, the foot prints I make are like pits. I wonder, if I pushed that I'm-so-beautiful-I'm-radiating-sunlight lady into it, will she be able to get out?
The blasted heat of the pink sun (no kidding) and the gravity had me shrivelled up like a raisin the moment I took my first step.
Suppose I manage to make it to that whatever destination, there'd only be one molecule of me left still solid.
I'd be a sublimated gas trail all the way.
A/N: I JUST CAN"T WRITE COMEDY!! Dang.
Secrets unfolds;
11:53 AM
Chapter done by:
Ferrero13
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