>Awake.
>Hey, get up.
>Seriously, come on, I'm trying to write a story here.
Oh, finally.
>Awake.
>Hey, get up.
>Seriously, come on, I'm trying to write a story here.
Oh, finally.
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retrieve arms from cinderblocks
dance
> Get some coffee down your throat Jones, you look like shit.
>actually get out of bed
READ MY WEBCOMIC: http://www.dmoehnke.com
>Ignore commands, roll back over and continue sleeping.
> Seriously, it's around 5 AM! You're missing the best part of the day! Get up!
> Smell the ashes.
Things to click
>Get up lazy bones.
There, much better.
But as it turns out, you weren't actually asleep. You haven't actually slept for about a month now, ever since your wife died. So you just lay there all night. Sometimes if feels like you're sleeping, but only sometimes.
Last edited by alabastermaster; 07-04-2012 at 04:31 PM.
>Smother self with pillow. Life sucks anyways.
figure out if window is bricked up or if you are just close to a brick building
>Check time, fatass.
First off, rude.
Secondly, you can't check the time because your clock has been broken for god knows how long. It's 3:57 every time you look at. Yep, not going moving, at all, oh well. You probably could change the battery, but why the hell would you want to do that.
Come to think of it, why do you even have a wall clock in your room in the first place? No one has a wall clock in their room, dumbass.
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> Well then, walk over to the light switch and turn it on.
>Hello! What's your name?
Right, your name.
Your name is Mitchell Herrick, you're 31 years old, and recently widowed. You thought that when you went to law school, became a defense attorney, made a decent amount of money, and married your dream girl that that your life would just always be wonderful and perfect, but oh man, were you wrong. As mentioned before, your wife recently passed from lung cancer, and ever since there your life has been rapidly spiraling downward into the deepest layers of hell. You lost your job, your home was foreclosed, and you've basically cut off all contact from the outside world. You don't even have the motivation to perform the most basic every day tasks, such as eating and showering, which has turned into an tri-weekly event. Admittedly, you yourself find it pretty disgusting, but you don't actually care enough to do anything about it.
However, you were able to convince your friend Adam to let you move into his very tiny apartment with him. Its not much of an improvement, though. Adam currently makes income for the both of you, by selling trivial items on the internet for very unreasonable prices. Its barely enough to feed the both of you every few days, let alone pay the rent.
You can hardly call what you are currently doing "living".
Last edited by alabastermaster; 07-04-2012 at 04:32 PM.