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#1
Ahhhh! An amnesiac is trying to eat me!
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#2
"As a survivor of the apocalypse, I need as much sustenance as I can get. Plus, you help with scurvy." Survivor said
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#3
I am but a single mere magical lime, why do you chase me across the land? I want to live!
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#4
"Magical...lime? Even more reason to chase you. I'm also quite hungry. As a survivor in an apocalyptic world, a single life being extinguished is nothing. You shall not be missed much." Survivor replied
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#5
Survivor 2 scratches his nose and looks down at the lime.
"This is a land of few citrus fruits. Like the seas of yesteryear, we need you limes to keep scurvy away."
With a sniff Survivor 2 pulls the rifle off his back and aims it towards the magical lime.
"Now, are you going to come quietly and make some nice mutated-rat ceviche, or are you going to be a bad lime?"
"This is a land of few citrus fruits. Like the seas of yesteryear, we need you limes to keep scurvy away."
With a sniff Survivor 2 pulls the rifle off his back and aims it towards the magical lime.
"Now, are you going to come quietly and make some nice mutated-rat ceviche, or are you going to be a bad lime?"
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#6
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
I give, I....wait. I'm going to die either way, I'll take my chances dodging your bullets!
I give, I....wait. I'm going to die either way, I'll take my chances dodging your bullets!
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#7
"People systematically undercommunicate. We ought to monologue all the time." The lime replied.
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#8
Survivor 2 blinks with utter confusion. Where there once was one lime, now there appears to be two.
"I've been hitting the chems too hard lately."
With a grunt Survivor 2 rubs the back of his head and wonders if the talking limes were actually real to begin with.
"Nah. I just need more chems."
"I've been hitting the chems too hard lately."
With a grunt Survivor 2 rubs the back of his head and wonders if the talking limes were actually real to begin with.
"Nah. I just need more chems."
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#9
Yes, survivor. More chems. I'm not real.
(lime 1 sneaks away)
(lime 1 sneaks away)
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#10
"part of what we do is believe that what we do can be divided into parts." The second lime adds self-importantly.
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#11
Hm. My fellow lime seems pretty philosophical. That oughta distract the first surv-ack. Hi survivor 1....
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#12
"Hello, little lime." Survivor 1 says, grabbing lime 1
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#13
"On the one hand, you'll never see it again, so derive what you can of it for now. On the other hand, it's just a particle in the endless stream of the unique. You're not missing *anything*." The second lime advises before rolling off the edge of the table and onto the floor.
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#14
Survivor 2 drops the rifle and runs both hands through his hair shaking his head.
"Ah man, I- I haven't had withdrawal this bad since Ol' Bertha went and got in my psych-nite stash three years ago. Talking limes. Making me question my reality. Fu-u-u-ck!"
With a scream into the wasteland, Survivor 2 runs off and abandons the limes in search of a fix.
"Ah man, I- I haven't had withdrawal this bad since Ol' Bertha went and got in my psych-nite stash three years ago. Talking limes. Making me question my reality. Fu-u-u-ck!"
With a scream into the wasteland, Survivor 2 runs off and abandons the limes in search of a fix.
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#15
ahem. Survivor 1, you're letting the other lime escape. why don't you put me down and chase it. I swear I won't run.
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#16
"Damnit, survivor 2! Dang. There goes all of our emergency supplies." Survivor 1 grumbled
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#17"You're letting the limes escape, you idiot! We need a cure for the damn zombie infection! Hurry up and catch them!" Survivor 3 yells
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#18
I'm still here on the table. I told you I wouldn't run.
(lime one shouts from a hidden corner)
(lime one shouts from a hidden corner)
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#19
"The only known way to permanently damage those creatures is to stab them with a USB stick and infect their flesh with malware." The second lime remarks to the first from his position on the floor.
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#20
I first put bullet to man many years ago and to this day have never missed.
Far ahead of me three unhinged Survivors in an empty wasteland squabble over Limes that do not exist. I adjust my scope for factors accuracy and luck. My friend Patience reassures me with the same old advice... Is it the way sound echoes? It sounds like what bad friends Hunger and Loneliness say, words that make my finger tremble.
I pull the trigger.
The shot missed...The shot missed...The shot missed...
It was the mirage, I had it calculated but then it suddenly shifted as if light itself protected them.
Regardless now I am a Sniper without bullets. Patience reassures me with the same old advice... or was that Hunger or was that Loneliness.
Far ahead of me three unhinged Survivors in an empty wasteland squabble over Limes that do not exist. I adjust my scope for factors accuracy and luck. My friend Patience reassures me with the same old advice... Is it the way sound echoes? It sounds like what bad friends Hunger and Loneliness say, words that make my finger tremble.
I pull the trigger.
The shot missed...The shot missed...The shot missed...
It was the mirage, I had it calculated but then it suddenly shifted as if light itself protected them.
Regardless now I am a Sniper without bullets. Patience reassures me with the same old advice... or was that Hunger or was that Loneliness.