“I'm having a bad hair day.”
Medusa* #quote
Today I used an “Action Replay” device to input a game code into
one of my old Nintendo DS games. The code I found online was one that
made the game crazy (an xtreme mode, you know its really hardcore
because they didn't put in the “e” to put extra emphasis on the
hardcore letter x.) Fortunately the game lets you save anywhere and
its not one of those ones where you have to restart the level if you
die. Otherwise I'd get frustrated because the easiest foes in the
game were wiping the floor with me. It's fun, but mind-boggingly
difficult. The code makes the foes move so much faster its like
playing football except instead of someone passing the ball like
you're intended to catch it, it's shot out of a cannon.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Death For All
Arnold Enold fished at the lake as he did every Sunday he could for
the past fifty years. As he let his fishing line into the water he
did not see Death in its long black cloak walk up behind him. Many of
the skeletal cloaked creatures would bring souls to the after-life.
They would appear before the ones who pass and guide them. The
transition between the plane of the living and dead is not a simple
one.
Arnold didn't look at Death as it stood next to him. A tug on the
line, a big one! Arnold pulled and pulled. His focus fully on the
fish. He pulled and pulled and with all the might in his old muscles.
The fish soared out of the water and onto Arnold's lap. The thing
flopped and gasped. Arnold quickly dashed over to a cutting board
with the fish and chopped its head off.
The moment the guide waited for passed. Death guided the fish's soul
to the afterlife.
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