06-16-2015, 04:37 PM
Michael continues watching the insanity going on from the relative safety of the bar, continuing to sip on his delicious refreshing pepsi™.
As one person sounded off nearby hoping for a battle to the death, Michael happily ignored the challenge in favor of savoring his delicious pepsi™ and also not dying. Speaking of pepsi™, where did that faceless shiny bartender run off to? He as almost out of pepsi™…
To his right, Michael suddenly noticed a fresh, glistening can of unopened pepsi™ that hadn’t been there a moment before. It was as if the pepsi™ gods had heard his plee…
From then on, Michael feared the might of the pepsi™ gods.
Suddenly, the sound of… something approaching made itself known. It was ominous… terrifying. Michael turned to the sound as it grew louder, and as he gazed upon the plastic ever cheerful face of that blue train engine, Michael knew true fear.
TOOT TOOT sounded Thomas as he blasted by, leveling the bar into nothing but splinters, planks of wood, and burst pepsi™ cans. Debris flew through the air, raining down upon the beach and a few unlucky beach goers. Michael barely managed to roll out of the way in time and was lucky to be alive.
Even after leaving the bar eradicated Thomas continued onwards, shifting course to soar upwards into the clouds. Eventually he vanished into the sky as his toot toots faded into silence, leaving nothing but a ruined bar and some tracks in the sand to remind those that knew him that he had been here.
Michael opted to just lie in the sand for a while after that incident, unable to quite mentally recover from whatever the hell had just happened. He may never be the same.
More importantly, the bar has been slain. Rest in peace bar, your legacy shall live on in our hearts forever.
As one person sounded off nearby hoping for a battle to the death, Michael happily ignored the challenge in favor of savoring his delicious pepsi™ and also not dying. Speaking of pepsi™, where did that faceless shiny bartender run off to? He as almost out of pepsi™…
To his right, Michael suddenly noticed a fresh, glistening can of unopened pepsi™ that hadn’t been there a moment before. It was as if the pepsi™ gods had heard his plee…
From then on, Michael feared the might of the pepsi™ gods.
Suddenly, the sound of… something approaching made itself known. It was ominous… terrifying. Michael turned to the sound as it grew louder, and as he gazed upon the plastic ever cheerful face of that blue train engine, Michael knew true fear.
TOOT TOOT sounded Thomas as he blasted by, leveling the bar into nothing but splinters, planks of wood, and burst pepsi™ cans. Debris flew through the air, raining down upon the beach and a few unlucky beach goers. Michael barely managed to roll out of the way in time and was lucky to be alive.
Even after leaving the bar eradicated Thomas continued onwards, shifting course to soar upwards into the clouds. Eventually he vanished into the sky as his toot toots faded into silence, leaving nothing but a ruined bar and some tracks in the sand to remind those that knew him that he had been here.
Michael opted to just lie in the sand for a while after that incident, unable to quite mentally recover from whatever the hell had just happened. He may never be the same.
More importantly, the bar has been slain. Rest in peace bar, your legacy shall live on in our hearts forever.
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