Having read the
nonsense about some stupid choose your own adventure game you decide
not to bother. Clearly, this is some sad and lonely fool crying out
for attention. And really, Generia? Come on, it's not even very
clever.
Mind made up you have
breakfast and decide to go for a walk. Once outside you can't help
but notice everyone is looking at you. A fair amount of them are
sniggering. A boy in a hoodie cycles past on a beaten up BMX and
shouts, 'nice pants!' at you. You think about shooting him with your
bow, Shooty, but decide better of it, besides, the pouring rain would
make your arrows slippery.
In horror, you realise
it is to late, you are already playing the choose your own adventure
game and worse, it doesn't start until tomorrow. You turn to go back
home but the trees have closed around the path behind you. You have
no choice but to go on into the suburbs and put up with the twitching
of curtains and constant sniggering about your furry outfit. You try
and find an inn but do not have enough money for a room at the
Travelodge and they think you're a bit weird.
You wander about
longing for a homeless shelter but they have all downsized due to
lack of funding and do not have room. You get ready for a cold and
damp night on the streets.
If you can roll a six
you successfully mug a tramp and steal his sleeping bag.
***Childish nonsense postponed due to ill and small boy being asked to attend the northern ballet.***
***Childish nonsense postponed due to ill and small boy being asked to attend the northern ballet.***
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