All by Aleksi Jakonen
"The judge will see to the punishment! Where is this drunken driver?” Foaming at his mouth, Barabaninian’s eyes darted everywhere as if they’d return to the scene of the crime. “Or perhaps it was their bestial buffalo. I could smell their droppings from my front door. Either way, this buffalo wagon must be found before it escapes the town!"
What’s on a map?
That sounds like a dumb question, but it vastly depends on what the mapmaker wants there to be. Or what they want to leave out.
[Begin apocalypse log #59]
Date = corrupted
Battery = <35%
!!Error = Left limb status non-functional, contact maintenance
Log purpose = “I love the small one for offering mouth storage items to the quiet one. Showcasing human emotion.”
Video = active Sound = active Speech = disabled
The howling wind tightened his hood to cling against his skin. Frost muffled his mouth. “Not yet, Bee”, the rider whispered as he ruffled the stallion’s braided mane. Two braids tangled together, he hadn’t done them as well as Penchant had taught. “Can’t rest yet.”
Wednesday. My eyes were opened to the world right here. I see every sunrise and -set, while others pay attention to more trivial activities, such as… Well, I can’t think of any examples right now. The point is: today is Wednesday.
My hand clasps the end of the table as if the stiff plastic would keep me safe. The laughter dies off but gets replaced with banter from other sections of the party. Red Jacket finishes the turn before getting up to grab his second beer from the kitchen.
