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progresscity2018-05-04 07:06 pm
whatarenext) wrote in progresscity2018-05-04 07:06 pm
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May the Current Day Be There with You
Who: Mike and YOU
What: Mike showed up here
Where: Transport Center
When: Friday
Warnings: A petty nihilistic man from Wisconsin
[Remind Mike not to go rifling in the garbage again. Oh sure, the one thing he could probably hawk on eBay and now he gets wooshed away from the biggest scam of marrying his best friend and some decrepit old guy to some Shining Time bullshit. Well, there goes That idea…
A confused, middle-aged man stands holding a ticket, sighing when he makes a half attempt at braining at what could possibly be happening…and immediately walks face-first towards the portals. Only to stumble back. He tries this a few times. A lot of times. It’s pretty embarrassing for anyone watching.]
Awww crap. Guess they’re closed for the day. Oh well, better look for some more garbage.
[Mike glances down at the item around his wrist...a strap? With the face of George Lucas decorating it? The man sighs. He takes in the wonder and joy surrounding him and thinks out loud...]
Ohhh I get it. This is like Logan’s Run or some crap.
[Mike raises his arm instantly, pestering anyone nearby the transport center.]
Excuse me? I’m over 30 so I’m ready to be lasered now. Or Maze Runnered? Some third dystopian thing?
[He immediately starts wandering around, looking incredibly out of place and lost.]
What: Mike showed up here
Where: Transport Center
When: Friday
Warnings: A petty nihilistic man from Wisconsin
[Remind Mike not to go rifling in the garbage again. Oh sure, the one thing he could probably hawk on eBay and now he gets wooshed away from the biggest scam of marrying his best friend and some decrepit old guy to some Shining Time bullshit. Well, there goes That idea…
A confused, middle-aged man stands holding a ticket, sighing when he makes a half attempt at braining at what could possibly be happening…and immediately walks face-first towards the portals. Only to stumble back. He tries this a few times. A lot of times. It’s pretty embarrassing for anyone watching.]
Awww crap. Guess they’re closed for the day. Oh well, better look for some more garbage.
[Mike glances down at the item around his wrist...a strap? With the face of George Lucas decorating it? The man sighs. He takes in the wonder and joy surrounding him and thinks out loud...]
Ohhh I get it. This is like Logan’s Run or some crap.
[Mike raises his arm instantly, pestering anyone nearby the transport center.]
Excuse me? I’m over 30 so I’m ready to be lasered now. Or Maze Runnered? Some third dystopian thing?
[He immediately starts wandering around, looking incredibly out of place and lost.]
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Can I just sleep during the election?
...Rod? His name is Rod? What is he a contractor at birth?
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And Rod is a robot clone of a tv show host. Sort of. It's complicated.
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Oh a robot. [Greaaaat. Now he has to worry about an uprising.] Can't you just...reboot him? Or run him on a mac?
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[Instead of being stuck with these lousy trading cards.]
He didn't shut down so much as he just kinda fell apart. Like legs falling off and stuff, it was kinda hardcore.
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[He doesn't have to worry about turbo charged weebs.]
Wow, his creator must have been real lazy. And crappy at his job. Kind of like me at basic jobs.