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No Place Like Home; Post Apocalypse
Topic Started: Jun 5 2009, 09:50 PM (195 Views)
Strong Guy
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4:30 PM
Date to be added...post Apocalypse

The front door to the X-Factory trembled in anticipation of his every step. Guido hardly seemed to notice. In one hand he was carrying the remains of what was a pretty decent carry on bag before he'd gone on vacation.

A little R & R...heh...

Things never turn out quite the way you plan them. At least this much was true if your name was Guido Carosella. He pushed on the door and it fell forward into the entryway. The loud sound echoed through the hallway and left him absolutely no alternative to making aloud and clumsy return.

It was supposed to have been beaches and bikinis and fancy drinks with little umbrellas and bikinis and thongs and kicking back in the shade and...

After all, he deserved to get away, didn't he? But then the skies turned black and the waves pounded against the shore and Guido tried valiantly to ignore the news. After awhile it was apparent though that the beaches were barren, his umbrella was torn and soaked, and the only thing even close to a thong was his own boxers riding up down under.

And then the chaos began. Rioting, looting, name calling...a veritable Jerry Springer episode...and all in what was supposed to be paradise!

Oh he'd done his part all right. And he'd been none too pleased about it. And now here he was at the mouth of the X-Factory with torn sneakers, a ruined suitcase clutched firmly beneath white knuckles, and a grungie from hell.

He stepped into the place and onto the door. It cracked with a dull thud. "Luuucy," he called out humorlessly, "I'm hooome!"
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