He sat there, perusing the old magazines stacked on the floor by the commode, and wished he hadn't left his phone on his desk. That's when he heard it, the creaking on the stairs like footsteps approaching, in what he thought was, aside from himself, an otherwise empty old house?
The creaking sounds seemed to be coming down the stairs. As Buster sat there, a wad of toilet paper in his hand, a feeling of apprehension came over him. "What is in my house?" he thought to himself.
He realized that his nemesis, @muxxybot was on the loose! (This comment is DQ'd from winning, but is part of the story to show the proper reply mechanic) Thank you, MGT
Buster rose from the couch, prepared for war, only to realize that the kebab in his hand was soggy and not fit for fighting, so instead he turned to his trusty wire wrapped bat, lovingly and unoriginally named batty (kind of like buster).
He then muttered to himself, here I sit.. same as ever, took a dump... pulled the lever. The toilet flushed.. the water flow... here it comes.....a motherload.
@Muxxybot and its cronies had hit this city hard. This had been the first building Buster had come across in weeks to have running water, staying her much longer would be dangerous, though.
The girl was safe though. @Muxxybot would find her soon and Buster knew it. He had a plan, one that needed one man's help, but he hadn't talked to him in years. They both loved the girl. He wondered if her life was worth the differences between them. He had no other options.
So @muxxybot tracked down his long lost mentor @gmuxx and made way to his home. He knocked on the door, anxious as he watched the door open only to find.........
...matches. The world was in tatters. The girl, Chelsea, had established a fortress in the mountains of Western Montana. Buster's clone rose from the porcelain throne and held out his hand, palm up.
"You are lucky we came to your rescue when we did"..
"Rescue..." I asked and by now I became aware of the throbbing in my right hand and I as I tried to hold Maddie to comfort her, my eyes caught the blood stained clothes that used to be where my hand was and I passed out.
One part of him lay limp in the middle of the room, the other stretched out his hand inviting him out. He closed the door behind him and never remembered to return.
***error beep boop****
He sat there, perusing the old magazines stacked on the floor by the commode, and wished he hadn't left his phone on his desk. That's when he heard it, the creaking on the stairs like footsteps approaching, in what he thought was, aside from himself, an otherwise empty old house?
The creaking sounds seemed to be coming down the stairs. As Buster sat there, a wad of toilet paper in his hand, a feeling of apprehension came over him. "What is in my house?" he thought to himself.
The creaking on the stairs suddenly stops and the house becomes eerily quiet.
He realized that his nemesis, @muxxybot was on the loose! (This comment is DQ'd from winning, but is part of the story to show the proper reply mechanic) Thank you, MGT
Buster rose from the couch, prepared for war, only to realize that the kebab in his hand was soggy and not fit for fighting, so instead he turned to his trusty wire wrapped bat, lovingly and unoriginally named batty (kind of like buster).
He then muttered to himself, here I sit.. same as ever, took a dump... pulled the lever. The toilet flushed.. the water flow... here it comes.....a motherload.
@Muxxybot and its cronies had hit this city hard. This had been the first building Buster had come across in weeks to have running water, staying her much longer would be dangerous, though.
The girl was safe though. @Muxxybot would find her soon and Buster knew it. He had a plan, one that needed one man's help, but he hadn't talked to him in years. They both loved the girl. He wondered if her life was worth the differences between them. He had no other options.
So @muxxybot tracked down his long lost mentor @gmuxx and made way to his home. He knocked on the door, anxious as he watched the door open only to find.........
His clone, slumped over the throne, door wide open... The satanic stench of..
...matches. The world was in tatters. The girl, Chelsea, had established a fortress in the mountains of Western Montana. Buster's clone rose from the porcelain throne and held out his hand, palm up.
"You are lucky we came to your rescue when we did"..
"Rescue..." I asked and by now I became aware of the throbbing in my right hand and I as I tried to hold Maddie to comfort her, my eyes caught the blood stained clothes that used to be where my hand was and I passed out.
He forgot that he have meeting at 5pm
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One part of him lay limp in the middle of the room, the other stretched out his hand inviting him out. He closed the door behind him and never remembered to return.
A knock on the door and a hand pushed it open. @sammosk entered the room and saw a still Buster Creavey laying with his eyes closed and mouth slack.
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Yes... There were no other comments when I commented under the one... Must have been simultaneous postings 😞