“Finders keepers!”
Waldo* #quote
I started playing a new game with my brother called Heroes of the
Storm. It is most amusing, and I hope my skill builds quickly. It is
team based game with five players per team so cooperation is key and
so is the desire to pull one's own weight. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Vorgynic Vacation
Jvivyi the Vorgyn let the loved the feeling of concrete on his ooze.
He let some of his slime body seep into it to get a good feeling for
it. The Vorgyns moved liked wobbling beanbag chairs and their slime
body was filled with a massive web of bones and muscles floating and
pulling inside of it. Once people got used to the strange sight
people found Jvivyi and other Vorgyns cute since they spoke with a
cute, high pitched voice while wobbling and they moved so
dynamically. They didn't “creep” around like monsters. Jvivyi
looked around with many eyes inside his oozing bodies, another
feature people have to get used to before appreciating the lovably
cute nature of the Vorgyns and appreciated his surroundings.
It was his first time at an Earth shopping mall. He slipped around
while appreciating the sights. On his home planet they built things
vastly differently. The Vorgyns stacked everything tight since they
could squeeze into places. The Vorgyns also slid along liquids or
could chose to immerse themselves inside of them so many things were
artificial waterfalls inside of caves. Artiecture was so different
here. Wonderful, amazing. Wide open. He bobbed and weaved around,
something his people usually did in open spaces. The endearing
quality they enjoyed. He took in the smells through his ooze.
He then left the mall. The place on Earth he'd chosen to take
vacation was Las Vegas. So much wonderful sensations all around him.
Jvivyi just moved throughout the strip. He saw lots of vacationers
like him. They didn't have many gambling locations on his planets so
Vegas was popular. Like many Vorgyn he carried his possessions in a
box. He entered a casino, and ordered a drink.
“Ordering the drink, that's the last thing he remembers?” The
police chief asked the officer that brought Jvivyi later, after he
crashed a car through a pawn shop while wearing a sombrero with his
ooze full of various condiments.
“Yes Sir.”
The police chief sighed, “Another drunk Vorgyn. We need to pass a
law or something.” The chief knew that Vorgyns were more sensitive
to alcohol than humans. But Jvivyi may have as well. He could have
been lying as well and have done something worse. After all, what
happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
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