“Slow and steady wins the race.”
Speedy Gonzales* #quote
Today I thought of how labor day
should really be called unlabor day. After all, it's a holiday about
not working right? Why would you call it labor day then? Something
called labor day should be a day where you're expected to work a lot.
After A Weekend In The Bombshelter
Greg sat on the couch in his basement.
The basement stood to be quite the oddball of a room. The basement
was a bomb shelter him and his roommate converted into the ultimate
entertainment room. (At least that they could afford). A massive TV,
all the gaming systems, an absurd library of DVDs, and speakers that
went way louder than they should. Greg blasted those speakers during
a long gaming session while he heard explosion noises that didn't
quite fit in with the game he was playing...but he ignored them. It
was a holiday weekend so he pretty much camped and slept in the room
for a massive several day session. He was totally hardcore about it
and even locked himself in the shelter. (He was a controller hog
sometimes, and the lock on the bomb shelter sometimes let him just
take the entertainment room for himself).
After a nice holiday weekend of
awesome, intense, bomb-sheltery gaming Greg emerges. The rest of his
house lay in ruins. His roommate John is limping, with an improvised
bandages made of salvaged bedsheet over one of his legs and using a
cane made of some large animal bone. Greg looks around to see that
the other houses in the neighboor hood are either in blackened ruin
or currently burning in multicolor fire. He looked up to see the sky
dark green and the Sun pale blue. Black clouds dashed through the sky
quicker than the birds. Greg only saw swarms of bloody doves.
“John? What happened?” Greg asked.
The roommate stumbled towards him.
“The end of the world. Secret terrorist organization launched nukes
at several countries. Responded with nukes. Caused rift to another
dimension to open. Strange forces entered this world. Damaging
reality. Zombies. Monsters. Natural disasters we know and never heard
of before.”
Greg responded, “Wow. Bummer. But
really, dude get yourself together you're talking funny.”
John breathed in then out. “You're
right...I'm sorry. It's just all the shock. I've seen a lot of people
die. But I can't lose myself.”
Greg shrugged. “How about we head
into the basement? Place has enough power and supplies for like
twenty years including all the vitamin D tablets to make up for the
loss of sunlight. We'll just blow this whole end of the world thing
off.”
John laughed. “What would I do
without you man?”
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