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[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | ## THE END OF DAYS
The pain was unbearable. Obviously. We all know that breaking a bone hurts, but breaking every bone in your body... that really hurts.
So Death was met with an unusually warm welcome when his twisted and skeletal form manifested itself in front of Kevin.
"Oh thank God you're here! Take me, please... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | "I have spent my existence bringing about an end to yours'. I know more about the end than anyone, and I have learned much about the human race. If there is anything that holds true it is your survival rate, no matter the danger you continue on fighting, searching for something else to keep going, the human spirit is o... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | Forty thousand vampires, only hours away from turning on each other, surrounded the last ragged shreds of humanity.
The survivors formed a circle around the last redoubt, their back to each other. From child to adult, each pair of hands gripped a weapon - submachine gun, spear, crossbow and shotgun - nothing was disca... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Prologue. to the contribution by Nickofnight
It started, and ended, with a flash. Death ad just emerged from a cave in northern Afghanistan where a goatherd had sheltered from a bitterly cold, winter wind. The young man had died in his sleep.
Death stood at the mouth of the cave and watched the flash spread like a wav... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Zoampa really missed hot coffee. A small pleasure yes, but even that would be welcome these days. He used to take his time before an introduction, finding a quiet diner somewhere nearby to sip coffee for awhile. Regardless of the land, he could always find a small diner serving coffee in the realm of the living, humans... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Under the blistering sun, a woman covered in rags tiredly walks. Her eyes squint to protect themselves from the intense dust, thrown into her face by the wind that whips her long, unkempt hair about herself. The bandages wrapped around her feet are bloody and torn, and as time draws, her lopsided gait slows down, until... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | I’ve always been efficient. In fact, I am the most efficient of all of the boss man’s posse. Oops, I need to capitalize the b, in case he knows. Of course he knows. Oops, “He” knows. We had the big release date for the End-all Project, or as you might call it – The “Apocalypse” planned for every millennium, but things ... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Another one bites the dust", he thought. He used to like that song, but now it felt different. Death sat grimly on rusty car watching the human draw his final breathes. It had been 11 years since international disaster lead to the nuclear holocaust, a moment in time not even Death enjoyed. Do you know how hard it is t... | Ever since we figured out we were one of the last ones left in this god forsaken earth, it seems like there has been some sort of guardian angel watching over us. It's really put into perspective how stupid we really are in our day to day decisions.
Some of us at the camp had grown to have a tunnel vision to life. Wak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | What happens to the doctors when there is no more disease? Is humanity better off? Yes, for two reasons. The first is that there are no more diseases. The second is that there are no more doctors.
The doctors on the other hand are not doing so well for themselves. They're out of a job. They've got kids depending on the... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | What happens to the doctors when there is no more disease? Is humanity better off? Yes, for two reasons. The first is that there are no more diseases. The second is that there are no more doctors.
The doctors on the other hand are not doing so well for themselves. They're out of a job. They've got kids depending on the... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | What happens to the doctors when there is no more disease? Is humanity better off? Yes, for two reasons. The first is that there are no more diseases. The second is that there are no more doctors.
The doctors on the other hand are not doing so well for themselves. They're out of a job. They've got kids depending on the... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | What happens to the doctors when there is no more disease? Is humanity better off? Yes, for two reasons. The first is that there are no more diseases. The second is that there are no more doctors.
The doctors on the other hand are not doing so well for themselves. They're out of a job. They've got kids depending on the... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | What happens to the doctors when there is no more disease? Is humanity better off? Yes, for two reasons. The first is that there are no more diseases. The second is that there are no more doctors.
The doctors on the other hand are not doing so well for themselves. They're out of a job. They've got kids depending on the... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | What happens to the doctors when there is no more disease? Is humanity better off? Yes, for two reasons. The first is that there are no more diseases. The second is that there are no more doctors.
The doctors on the other hand are not doing so well for themselves. They're out of a job. They've got kids depending on the... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | What happens to the doctors when there is no more disease? Is humanity better off? Yes, for two reasons. The first is that there are no more diseases. The second is that there are no more doctors.
The doctors on the other hand are not doing so well for themselves. They're out of a job. They've got kids depending on the... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | The office was hell today. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin onto the keyboard below. The man was caressing his damp head with a crazed look in his eyes, transfixed to the computer screen in front of him.
The air-con had died a long time ago, along with it's reassuring whisper. The cool air had dispersed when heat... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | The office was hell today. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin onto the keyboard below. The man was caressing his damp head with a crazed look in his eyes, transfixed to the computer screen in front of him.
The air-con had died a long time ago, along with it's reassuring whisper. The cool air had dispersed when heat... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | The office was hell today. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin onto the keyboard below. The man was caressing his damp head with a crazed look in his eyes, transfixed to the computer screen in front of him.
The air-con had died a long time ago, along with it's reassuring whisper. The cool air had dispersed when heat... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | The office was hell today. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin onto the keyboard below. The man was caressing his damp head with a crazed look in his eyes, transfixed to the computer screen in front of him.
The air-con had died a long time ago, along with it's reassuring whisper. The cool air had dispersed when heat... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | Prologue. to the contribution by Nickofnight
It started, and ended, with a flash. Death ad just emerged from a cave in northern Afghanistan where a goatherd had sheltered from a bitterly cold, winter wind. The young man had died in his sleep.
Death stood at the mouth of the cave and watched the flash spread like a wav... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | Prologue. to the contribution by Nickofnight
It started, and ended, with a flash. Death ad just emerged from a cave in northern Afghanistan where a goatherd had sheltered from a bitterly cold, winter wind. The young man had died in his sleep.
Death stood at the mouth of the cave and watched the flash spread like a wav... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | Prologue. to the contribution by Nickofnight
It started, and ended, with a flash. Death ad just emerged from a cave in northern Afghanistan where a goatherd had sheltered from a bitterly cold, winter wind. The young man had died in his sleep.
Death stood at the mouth of the cave and watched the flash spread like a wav... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | Prologue. to the contribution by Nickofnight
It started, and ended, with a flash. Death ad just emerged from a cave in northern Afghanistan where a goatherd had sheltered from a bitterly cold, winter wind. The young man had died in his sleep.
Death stood at the mouth of the cave and watched the flash spread like a wav... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | Prologue. to the contribution by Nickofnight
It started, and ended, with a flash. Death ad just emerged from a cave in northern Afghanistan where a goatherd had sheltered from a bitterly cold, winter wind. The young man had died in his sleep.
Death stood at the mouth of the cave and watched the flash spread like a wav... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | GLUTTONY - NOT ONLY A SIN OF MAN
IN TIME OF FIRE - MY PIT'S DESIRE
CONSUMPTION OF ALL I CAN
_____
MAN SAW A SKELETON - A REFLECTION OF FEAR
BEETLES - GRUBS - CHEWY CREEK CHUBS
I AM A SKELETON - AND I AM NEAR
_____
STARVING IN MY HOUR DARKEST
SEEDS DOOMED BY ROT OF LAND - POWER TO CHANGE IN MY HAND
FOR WHA... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | GLUTTONY - NOT ONLY A SIN OF MAN
IN TIME OF FIRE - MY PIT'S DESIRE
CONSUMPTION OF ALL I CAN
_____
MAN SAW A SKELETON - A REFLECTION OF FEAR
BEETLES - GRUBS - CHEWY CREEK CHUBS
I AM A SKELETON - AND I AM NEAR
_____
STARVING IN MY HOUR DARKEST
SEEDS DOOMED BY ROT OF LAND - POWER TO CHANGE IN MY HAND
FOR WHA... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Zoampa really missed hot coffee. A small pleasure yes, but even that would be welcome these days. He used to take his time before an introduction, finding a quiet diner somewhere nearby to sip coffee for awhile. Regardless of the land, he could always find a small diner serving coffee in the realm of the living, humans... | GLUTTONY - NOT ONLY A SIN OF MAN
IN TIME OF FIRE - MY PIT'S DESIRE
CONSUMPTION OF ALL I CAN
_____
MAN SAW A SKELETON - A REFLECTION OF FEAR
BEETLES - GRUBS - CHEWY CREEK CHUBS
I AM A SKELETON - AND I AM NEAR
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STARVING IN MY HOUR DARKEST
SEEDS DOOMED BY ROT OF LAND - POWER TO CHANGE IN MY HAND
FOR WHA... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Under the blistering sun, a woman covered in rags tiredly walks. Her eyes squint to protect themselves from the intense dust, thrown into her face by the wind that whips her long, unkempt hair about herself. The bandages wrapped around her feet are bloody and torn, and as time draws, her lopsided gait slows down, until... | GLUTTONY - NOT ONLY A SIN OF MAN
IN TIME OF FIRE - MY PIT'S DESIRE
CONSUMPTION OF ALL I CAN
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MAN SAW A SKELETON - A REFLECTION OF FEAR
BEETLES - GRUBS - CHEWY CREEK CHUBS
I AM A SKELETON - AND I AM NEAR
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STARVING IN MY HOUR DARKEST
SEEDS DOOMED BY ROT OF LAND - POWER TO CHANGE IN MY HAND
FOR WHA... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | I’ve always been efficient. In fact, I am the most efficient of all of the boss man’s posse. Oops, I need to capitalize the b, in case he knows. Of course he knows. Oops, “He” knows. We had the big release date for the End-all Project, or as you might call it – The “Apocalypse” planned for every millennium, but things ... | GLUTTONY - NOT ONLY A SIN OF MAN
IN TIME OF FIRE - MY PIT'S DESIRE
CONSUMPTION OF ALL I CAN
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MAN SAW A SKELETON - A REFLECTION OF FEAR
BEETLES - GRUBS - CHEWY CREEK CHUBS
I AM A SKELETON - AND I AM NEAR
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STARVING IN MY HOUR DARKEST
SEEDS DOOMED BY ROT OF LAND - POWER TO CHANGE IN MY HAND
FOR WHA... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Another one bites the dust", he thought. He used to like that song, but now it felt different. Death sat grimly on rusty car watching the human draw his final breathes. It had been 11 years since international disaster lead to the nuclear holocaust, a moment in time not even Death enjoyed. Do you know how hard it is t... | GLUTTONY - NOT ONLY A SIN OF MAN
IN TIME OF FIRE - MY PIT'S DESIRE
CONSUMPTION OF ALL I CAN
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MAN SAW A SKELETON - A REFLECTION OF FEAR
BEETLES - GRUBS - CHEWY CREEK CHUBS
I AM A SKELETON - AND I AM NEAR
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STARVING IN MY HOUR DARKEST
SEEDS DOOMED BY ROT OF LAND - POWER TO CHANGE IN MY HAND
FOR WHA... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Ah, shit. Shit." Death muttered, wiping the dirt and dust off his cloak. "Ah, fuck." He exclaimed, nearly hitting a building. "Jesus, I really need to talk to the big man about these flight controls.." He said, making a series of quick turns. "Alright. Let's see.." Death whispered to himself, going through an endless ... | GLUTTONY - NOT ONLY A SIN OF MAN
IN TIME OF FIRE - MY PIT'S DESIRE
CONSUMPTION OF ALL I CAN
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MAN SAW A SKELETON - A REFLECTION OF FEAR
BEETLES - GRUBS - CHEWY CREEK CHUBS
I AM A SKELETON - AND I AM NEAR
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STARVING IN MY HOUR DARKEST
SEEDS DOOMED BY ROT OF LAND - POWER TO CHANGE IN MY HAND
FOR WHA... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death’s job had gotten quite stale the last thousand years or so. In the early days of humanity, he made it a game, taking the form of a pretty lady or a crying baby to lead someone away, into the woods or towards a desert where he would take them back to their maker. Of course, doing this for thousands of years was a ... | GLUTTONY - NOT ONLY A SIN OF MAN
IN TIME OF FIRE - MY PIT'S DESIRE
CONSUMPTION OF ALL I CAN
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MAN SAW A SKELETON - A REFLECTION OF FEAR
BEETLES - GRUBS - CHEWY CREEK CHUBS
I AM A SKELETON - AND I AM NEAR
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STARVING IN MY HOUR DARKEST
SEEDS DOOMED BY ROT OF LAND - POWER TO CHANGE IN MY HAND
FOR WHA... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Under the blistering sun, a woman covered in rags tiredly walks. Her eyes squint to protect themselves from the intense dust, thrown into her face by the wind that whips her long, unkempt hair about herself. The bandages wrapped around her feet are bloody and torn, and as time draws, her lopsided gait slows down, until... | Zoampa really missed hot coffee. A small pleasure yes, but even that would be welcome these days. He used to take his time before an introduction, finding a quiet diner somewhere nearby to sip coffee for awhile. Regardless of the land, he could always find a small diner serving coffee in the realm of the living, humans... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | I’ve always been efficient. In fact, I am the most efficient of all of the boss man’s posse. Oops, I need to capitalize the b, in case he knows. Of course he knows. Oops, “He” knows. We had the big release date for the End-all Project, or as you might call it – The “Apocalypse” planned for every millennium, but things ... | Zoampa really missed hot coffee. A small pleasure yes, but even that would be welcome these days. He used to take his time before an introduction, finding a quiet diner somewhere nearby to sip coffee for awhile. Regardless of the land, he could always find a small diner serving coffee in the realm of the living, humans... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death watched as the man placed the shotgun to his head, the piercing ring tallying the rapidly diminishing group of living survivors one fewer.
"Oh come on!" She yelled at the soul sitting in his place as the hollow cask of flesh dropped to the floor. "You were doing so well." Humans had an alarming tendency to choo... | It was a dark and stormy night, why did it have to be a dark and stormy night. One of them came out of their ruined building they call a base to gather water from the rain. In his blind stumbling he almost managed to slip and fall into one of the cracks in the earth after the earthquakes. All I wanted to do for so long... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Another one bites the dust", he thought. He used to like that song, but now it felt different. Death sat grimly on rusty car watching the human draw his final breathes. It had been 11 years since international disaster lead to the nuclear holocaust, a moment in time not even Death enjoyed. Do you know how hard it is t... | It was a dark and stormy night, why did it have to be a dark and stormy night. One of them came out of their ruined building they call a base to gather water from the rain. In his blind stumbling he almost managed to slip and fall into one of the cracks in the earth after the earthquakes. All I wanted to do for so long... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Ah, shit. Shit." Death muttered, wiping the dirt and dust off his cloak. "Ah, fuck." He exclaimed, nearly hitting a building. "Jesus, I really need to talk to the big man about these flight controls.." He said, making a series of quick turns. "Alright. Let's see.." Death whispered to himself, going through an endless ... | It was a dark and stormy night, why did it have to be a dark and stormy night. One of them came out of their ruined building they call a base to gather water from the rain. In his blind stumbling he almost managed to slip and fall into one of the cracks in the earth after the earthquakes. All I wanted to do for so long... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The world was silent after the cataclysm. No birds chirped, for there were no birds. No leaves were heard rustling in the wind, for there were no trees. No cars or trains were heard in the cities, for the cities were buried in ash and rock. Only Death remained.
In a small cave buried deep into the earth, the cultists ... | It was a dark and stormy night, why did it have to be a dark and stormy night. One of them came out of their ruined building they call a base to gather water from the rain. In his blind stumbling he almost managed to slip and fall into one of the cracks in the earth after the earthquakes. All I wanted to do for so long... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death’s job had gotten quite stale the last thousand years or so. In the early days of humanity, he made it a game, taking the form of a pretty lady or a crying baby to lead someone away, into the woods or towards a desert where he would take them back to their maker. Of course, doing this for thousands of years was a ... | It was a dark and stormy night, why did it have to be a dark and stormy night. One of them came out of their ruined building they call a base to gather water from the rain. In his blind stumbling he almost managed to slip and fall into one of the cracks in the earth after the earthquakes. All I wanted to do for so long... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The ocean was calm.
For the first time in its' lifespan, for that matter.
There sat the hooded being, at the bottom of the vast ocean where the ill of the world above - the soot, the ash, the char - would not reach.
A small, white polyp, attached to the ocean floor, waiting until it was ready to become [life](https:... | It was a dark and stormy night, why did it have to be a dark and stormy night. One of them came out of their ruined building they call a base to gather water from the rain. In his blind stumbling he almost managed to slip and fall into one of the cracks in the earth after the earthquakes. All I wanted to do for so long... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Who are you?" Michael yelled at the approaching silhouette that seemed to be dragging itself through the spiralling cloud of red, desert dust, toward them. He raised a hand to his eyes and squinted, trying to get a better look at the figure - trying to decide if he should grab his little sister's hand and run far away... | It was a dark and stormy night, why did it have to be a dark and stormy night. One of them came out of their ruined building they call a base to gather water from the rain. In his blind stumbling he almost managed to slip and fall into one of the cracks in the earth after the earthquakes. All I wanted to do for so long... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Another one bites the dust", he thought. He used to like that song, but now it felt different. Death sat grimly on rusty car watching the human draw his final breathes. It had been 11 years since international disaster lead to the nuclear holocaust, a moment in time not even Death enjoyed. Do you know how hard it is t... | Death watched as the man placed the shotgun to his head, the piercing ring tallying the rapidly diminishing group of living survivors one fewer.
"Oh come on!" She yelled at the soul sitting in his place as the hollow cask of flesh dropped to the floor. "You were doing so well." Humans had an alarming tendency to choo... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Ah, shit. Shit." Death muttered, wiping the dirt and dust off his cloak. "Ah, fuck." He exclaimed, nearly hitting a building. "Jesus, I really need to talk to the big man about these flight controls.." He said, making a series of quick turns. "Alright. Let's see.." Death whispered to himself, going through an endless ... | Death watched as the man placed the shotgun to his head, the piercing ring tallying the rapidly diminishing group of living survivors one fewer.
"Oh come on!" She yelled at the soul sitting in his place as the hollow cask of flesh dropped to the floor. "You were doing so well." Humans had an alarming tendency to choo... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death’s job had gotten quite stale the last thousand years or so. In the early days of humanity, he made it a game, taking the form of a pretty lady or a crying baby to lead someone away, into the woods or towards a desert where he would take them back to their maker. Of course, doing this for thousands of years was a ... | Death watched as the man placed the shotgun to his head, the piercing ring tallying the rapidly diminishing group of living survivors one fewer.
"Oh come on!" She yelled at the soul sitting in his place as the hollow cask of flesh dropped to the floor. "You were doing so well." Humans had an alarming tendency to choo... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The ocean was calm.
For the first time in its' lifespan, for that matter.
There sat the hooded being, at the bottom of the vast ocean where the ill of the world above - the soot, the ash, the char - would not reach.
A small, white polyp, attached to the ocean floor, waiting until it was ready to become [life](https:... | Death watched as the man placed the shotgun to his head, the piercing ring tallying the rapidly diminishing group of living survivors one fewer.
"Oh come on!" She yelled at the soul sitting in his place as the hollow cask of flesh dropped to the floor. "You were doing so well." Humans had an alarming tendency to choo... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Who are you?" Michael yelled at the approaching silhouette that seemed to be dragging itself through the spiralling cloud of red, desert dust, toward them. He raised a hand to his eyes and squinted, trying to get a better look at the figure - trying to decide if he should grab his little sister's hand and run far away... | Death watched as the man placed the shotgun to his head, the piercing ring tallying the rapidly diminishing group of living survivors one fewer.
"Oh come on!" She yelled at the soul sitting in his place as the hollow cask of flesh dropped to the floor. "You were doing so well." Humans had an alarming tendency to choo... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death’s job had gotten quite stale the last thousand years or so. In the early days of humanity, he made it a game, taking the form of a pretty lady or a crying baby to lead someone away, into the woods or towards a desert where he would take them back to their maker. Of course, doing this for thousands of years was a ... | "Ah, shit. Shit." Death muttered, wiping the dirt and dust off his cloak. "Ah, fuck." He exclaimed, nearly hitting a building. "Jesus, I really need to talk to the big man about these flight controls.." He said, making a series of quick turns. "Alright. Let's see.." Death whispered to himself, going through an endless ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death’s job had gotten quite stale the last thousand years or so. In the early days of humanity, he made it a game, taking the form of a pretty lady or a crying baby to lead someone away, into the woods or towards a desert where he would take them back to their maker. Of course, doing this for thousands of years was a ... | The world was silent after the cataclysm. No birds chirped, for there were no birds. No leaves were heard rustling in the wind, for there were no trees. No cars or trains were heard in the cities, for the cities were buried in ash and rock. Only Death remained.
In a small cave buried deep into the earth, the cultists ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The ocean was calm.
For the first time in its' lifespan, for that matter.
There sat the hooded being, at the bottom of the vast ocean where the ill of the world above - the soot, the ash, the char - would not reach.
A small, white polyp, attached to the ocean floor, waiting until it was ready to become [life](https:... | The world was silent after the cataclysm. No birds chirped, for there were no birds. No leaves were heard rustling in the wind, for there were no trees. No cars or trains were heard in the cities, for the cities were buried in ash and rock. Only Death remained.
In a small cave buried deep into the earth, the cultists ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Who are you?" Michael yelled at the approaching silhouette that seemed to be dragging itself through the spiralling cloud of red, desert dust, toward them. He raised a hand to his eyes and squinted, trying to get a better look at the figure - trying to decide if he should grab his little sister's hand and run far away... | The world was silent after the cataclysm. No birds chirped, for there were no birds. No leaves were heard rustling in the wind, for there were no trees. No cars or trains were heard in the cities, for the cities were buried in ash and rock. Only Death remained.
In a small cave buried deep into the earth, the cultists ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The ocean was calm.
For the first time in its' lifespan, for that matter.
There sat the hooded being, at the bottom of the vast ocean where the ill of the world above - the soot, the ash, the char - would not reach.
A small, white polyp, attached to the ocean floor, waiting until it was ready to become [life](https:... | "No! You...can't die!" The man with the scythe found the words hard to utter. Never before had I thought that he would wish people life instead of death. But at last, one had to realize that death is but a finite resources if too few were around to renew it. The first few, the most disheartened and pessimistic of the b... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Who are you?" Michael yelled at the approaching silhouette that seemed to be dragging itself through the spiralling cloud of red, desert dust, toward them. He raised a hand to his eyes and squinted, trying to get a better look at the figure - trying to decide if he should grab his little sister's hand and run far away... | "No! You...can't die!" The man with the scythe found the words hard to utter. Never before had I thought that he would wish people life instead of death. But at last, one had to realize that death is but a finite resources if too few were around to renew it. The first few, the most disheartened and pessimistic of the b... | |
[WP] Everyone in the world has fallen asleep apart from you. There doesn't seem to be any way to wake everyone up. | It had been months since I had spoken to another person.
Well, a real person. I did have voices in my head sometimes saying nonsensical things and sentences I couldn’t even make out.
I was walking through the park again. It was eerily silent. No birds, no wind to rustle the leaves of the trees, the people though, th... | They were all asleep, I’d hoped not forever.
Without missing a beat, I checked on my lover.
Everyone was asleep, collapsed where they stood.
Their bodies on the paths, I’d tried all I could.
They were all asleep, on the floor of my home.
My wife, my sons, I was all alone.
They were all asleep, neighbours an... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | To: James Halper <halper@doublecorp.com>
From: Kate Corman <corman@doublecorp.com>
Subject: Livestock in the server room
Hi James,
I've been getting complaints about people hearing goats bleating in the server room, and blood stains on the floor. I'm not sure what's going on here but we don't allow anima... | "So you're telling me the goats' heads in those pentagrams are keeping our servers up" said my boss, Mr. Raja, his moustache twitching slightly as he said it.
"Yes, sir" I replied meekly. I shift my glance around the room. Clean, simple and straightforward with not a string loose in his room. The more I look, the more... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | "OK, so, you remember the Sharepoint project that got dropped on us a couple months ago?"
"I do."
"Well it was a big rush, right, they had to have it ASAP? So we called up Dell and HP and everyone else we could think of, and it was going to be two week min to get some servers in."
"I do remember you telling me that.... | "So you're telling me the goats' heads in those pentagrams are keeping our servers up" said my boss, Mr. Raja, his moustache twitching slightly as he said it.
"Yes, sir" I replied meekly. I shift my glance around the room. Clean, simple and straightforward with not a string loose in his room. The more I look, the more... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | To: James Halper <halper@doublecorp.com>
From: Kate Corman <corman@doublecorp.com>
Subject: Livestock in the server room
Hi James,
I've been getting complaints about people hearing goats bleating in the server room, and blood stains on the floor. I'm not sure what's going on here but we don't allow anima... | Goat blood on the tiled floor, the animal's corpse on the metal table. The boss walks in, his expression shifting into utter horror: "Charles... What the fuck happened here?"
Charles' demeanor devolved into panic in it's purest form. "B-boss, you weren't supposed to see this!"
"Why are you sacrificing goats in the se... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | "OK, so, you remember the Sharepoint project that got dropped on us a couple months ago?"
"I do."
"Well it was a big rush, right, they had to have it ASAP? So we called up Dell and HP and everyone else we could think of, and it was going to be two week min to get some servers in."
"I do remember you telling me that.... | Goat blood on the tiled floor, the animal's corpse on the metal table. The boss walks in, his expression shifting into utter horror: "Charles... What the fuck happened here?"
Charles' demeanor devolved into panic in it's purest form. "B-boss, you weren't supposed to see this!"
"Why are you sacrificing goats in the se... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | Miles, the head of IT, looked from the dead goat that was covered in blood, to the arcane symbols painted in said blood on the door of server rack 4, back to the goat, and then over at his senior sysadmin. Steeling himself for the answer, he asked, "Alright Howard, let's hear it."
"Rack 4 is our oldest servers, right?... | Goat blood on the tiled floor, the animal's corpse on the metal table. The boss walks in, his expression shifting into utter horror: "Charles... What the fuck happened here?"
Charles' demeanor devolved into panic in it's purest form. "B-boss, you weren't supposed to see this!"
"Why are you sacrificing goats in the se... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | "OK, so, you remember the Sharepoint project that got dropped on us a couple months ago?"
"I do."
"Well it was a big rush, right, they had to have it ASAP? So we called up Dell and HP and everyone else we could think of, and it was going to be two week min to get some servers in."
"I do remember you telling me that.... | "It can't be stopped sir. You don't know the power of Artificial intelligence." Proclaimed Julius.
"If i see another goat in this fucking building it's your job."
"I can't allow that."
*What a knucklehead. Boy's got more nerve than I thought.*
Julius headed to the server room.
The goat, hung by spare wires, was ... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | Miles, the head of IT, looked from the dead goat that was covered in blood, to the arcane symbols painted in said blood on the door of server rack 4, back to the goat, and then over at his senior sysadmin. Steeling himself for the answer, he asked, "Alright Howard, let's hear it."
"Rack 4 is our oldest servers, right?... | "It can't be stopped sir. You don't know the power of Artificial intelligence." Proclaimed Julius.
"If i see another goat in this fucking building it's your job."
"I can't allow that."
*What a knucklehead. Boy's got more nerve than I thought.*
Julius headed to the server room.
The goat, hung by spare wires, was ... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | Oh woe, oh woe,
Oh dreary day,
Come the CEO,
Right away,
To pester - to question,
To demand - declare perplexion,
Though slow, thou knows,
In hurt dismay,
Must proffer CEO,
Explana-
-tion.
One zero, zero one, one, one, zero, one.
We sacrifice this goat not merely for fun,
Some Hero named Nero did, summo... | "It can't be stopped sir. You don't know the power of Artificial intelligence." Proclaimed Julius.
"If i see another goat in this fucking building it's your job."
"I can't allow that."
*What a knucklehead. Boy's got more nerve than I thought.*
Julius headed to the server room.
The goat, hung by spare wires, was ... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | Jack was stunned by what he saw. Dave and Clark were covered in blood. Dave had a large, curved knife and Clark was holding what looked like a ball sack.
A dead, dismembered goat lay splayed on the cooling grate of the IT room server floor.
"Oh, hey Jack" Dave started "probably looks a little weird right?"
"Hehehe" ... | "It can't be stopped sir. You don't know the power of Artificial intelligence." Proclaimed Julius.
"If i see another goat in this fucking building it's your job."
"I can't allow that."
*What a knucklehead. Boy's got more nerve than I thought.*
Julius headed to the server room.
The goat, hung by spare wires, was ... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | "I know it looks bad sir, but if you would just let me explain -" Jeffery was not having a good day. He was likely having a better day than about twenty-three recently deceased goats, but still. There was only so much good drainage and an incinerator for overly large bits of viscera could do. The fume hood couldn't con... | "It can't be stopped sir. You don't know the power of Artificial intelligence." Proclaimed Julius.
"If i see another goat in this fucking building it's your job."
"I can't allow that."
*What a knucklehead. Boy's got more nerve than I thought.*
Julius headed to the server room.
The goat, hung by spare wires, was ... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | ”All right, Joe,” my boss said, drumming his knuckles on the desk, “lay it on me.”
Mr. Richards was a bulky man in his fifties and had been running the IT department for nearly two decades. He was known as a no-nonsense kind of guy, and when I’d been called to explain the goings-on in the server room, I knew I was in ... | "It can't be stopped sir. You don't know the power of Artificial intelligence." Proclaimed Julius.
"If i see another goat in this fucking building it's your job."
"I can't allow that."
*What a knucklehead. Boy's got more nerve than I thought.*
Julius headed to the server room.
The goat, hung by spare wires, was ... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | Jack was stunned by what he saw. Dave and Clark were covered in blood. Dave had a large, curved knife and Clark was holding what looked like a ball sack.
A dead, dismembered goat lay splayed on the cooling grate of the IT room server floor.
"Oh, hey Jack" Dave started "probably looks a little weird right?"
"Hehehe" ... | Oh woe, oh woe,
Oh dreary day,
Come the CEO,
Right away,
To pester - to question,
To demand - declare perplexion,
Though slow, thou knows,
In hurt dismay,
Must proffer CEO,
Explana-
-tion.
One zero, zero one, one, one, zero, one.
We sacrifice this goat not merely for fun,
Some Hero named Nero did, summo... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | "I know it looks bad sir, but if you would just let me explain -" Jeffery was not having a good day. He was likely having a better day than about twenty-three recently deceased goats, but still. There was only so much good drainage and an incinerator for overly large bits of viscera could do. The fume hood couldn't con... | Oh woe, oh woe,
Oh dreary day,
Come the CEO,
Right away,
To pester - to question,
To demand - declare perplexion,
Though slow, thou knows,
In hurt dismay,
Must proffer CEO,
Explana-
-tion.
One zero, zero one, one, one, zero, one.
We sacrifice this goat not merely for fun,
Some Hero named Nero did, summo... | |
[WP] An I.T guy explains to their boss why they're sacrificing goats in the server room. | ”All right, Joe,” my boss said, drumming his knuckles on the desk, “lay it on me.”
Mr. Richards was a bulky man in his fifties and had been running the IT department for nearly two decades. He was known as a no-nonsense kind of guy, and when I’d been called to explain the goings-on in the server room, I knew I was in ... | Oh woe, oh woe,
Oh dreary day,
Come the CEO,
Right away,
To pester - to question,
To demand - declare perplexion,
Though slow, thou knows,
In hurt dismay,
Must proffer CEO,
Explana-
-tion.
One zero, zero one, one, one, zero, one.
We sacrifice this goat not merely for fun,
Some Hero named Nero did, summo... | |
[WP] In a symphony of holy trumpets and angelic chorus, God himself descended from the heavens to slap you across the face. | And it really, really, really hurt.
Now I've been slapped before, I'd bet most people have at some point of other throughout their life, but this was different. It wasn't the physical pain.
This being was omnipotent, he could have disintegrated me with less than a thought, but the blow was just strong enough that I'd ... | Sure it was difficult, but you were never one to shy away from a challenge, you had promised them a show so you were determined to deliver, but with what? what would be so spectacular that everyone would sit up and take notice, and more importantly what would be that spectacular and still be something you could pull of... | |
[WP] In a symphony of holy trumpets and angelic chorus, God himself descended from the heavens to slap you across the face. | "And on next weeks episode of 'Dandy Dans Dangerous Duties' we're going to weld two cans of hairspray together! YEAH! DANGGGGGERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
"Don't forget to SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON and SUBSCRIBEEEEEEEEE"
"Ok and that's a wrap, good stuff today Dan, carving a turkey with a table saw. Priceless." Tim chuckled as h... | "Honestly, it seemed a bit much at the time. I guess I get why He felt He had to do it, but did I seriously need to be branded for life you know?" Ryan Langsford had probably once been an incredibly handsome man, Jessica thought, but not so much anymore. Middle age had softened some of the angles of his face, and the s... | |
[WP] In a symphony of holy trumpets and angelic chorus, God himself descended from the heavens to slap you across the face. | "And on next weeks episode of 'Dandy Dans Dangerous Duties' we're going to weld two cans of hairspray together! YEAH! DANGGGGGERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
"Don't forget to SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON and SUBSCRIBEEEEEEEEE"
"Ok and that's a wrap, good stuff today Dan, carving a turkey with a table saw. Priceless." Tim chuckled as h... | For a moment, I could feel nothing but a slight tingle in my cheek. Then, I felt pain. A lot of pain. I collapsed to my knees as a grabbed the side of my face. God, who had floated down from the heavens on what appeared to be a cloud, while playing some sort of chorus with a beatbox on his shoulder, stood there with a ... | |
[WP] You've just bought a boat. The next morning you receive a Letter of Marque in the mail | (Literally bought a boat today, so ... yes.] ([This model, but not this one.](http://imgur.com/a/wpic4))
It had taken nearly a decade, but my savings finally paid off. I had been shopping for a boat for nearly a year now. My search started with a sport fish Bertram, mid 30's, but my wife thought the boys could use the... | "The owner of this Letter shall be authorized and ordained to-" Ezekiel Fawkes burst out laughing at what somehow wound up in his morning mail. He had no way of checking the ink or paper, but between the flowery overly verbose language and the trappings surrounding the letter itself.... His head shook as he carried it ... | |
[WP] You've just bought a boat. The next morning you receive a Letter of Marque in the mail | The S.S. Weekend Warrior wasn’t your typical privateer vessel, being aluminum rather than wood, a single five horsepower outboard rather than three sails and fifteen feet in length rather than the typical 347. It wasn’t typical but it would do. It would have to. I had received the summons I had been waiting for sinc... | "The owner of this Letter shall be authorized and ordained to-" Ezekiel Fawkes burst out laughing at what somehow wound up in his morning mail. He had no way of checking the ink or paper, but between the flowery overly verbose language and the trappings surrounding the letter itself.... His head shook as he carried it ... | |
Similar to a old thread but that was about a cat. | [WP]You're scratching your dog's ear when suddenly it pops off.At the end of it is a USB plug-in.You plug it into your computer and it says Dog version 1.0.Update to Dog Version 1.5? | Dragging my eyes from the screen down to my now one eared dog who stares back at me as if his ear didn't just pop off leaving a USB port exposed on the side of his head. Tilting his head to the side he'd give a small whine wanting my attention but curiosity wins out. I force myself to look at the screen and click the u... | Dog v1.5.0 Patch Notes
===================
- Disable incest due to abuse on reproduction system
- Update Empathetic Telepathy system - Allows Dog to better read and understand Human emotions
- Enable test mode for self awareness - Untested, may have bugs
- Allow Dog to switch between good Doggy and bad Doggy
- Mi... |
Edit: Wow. Wasn't expecting this response. Sorry bout the mislabeling btw. | [WP] Tell the tale of how Jimmy Neutron, Boy genius, began a long downward spiral that ended in him casting aside his old identity and adopting a new one; Rick Sanchez. | After many decades a long awaited reunion between old friends occurs in Rick’s garage. Sheen, Carl, and Morty stand watching Rick gather supplies and build what looks like a high tech gaming system next to a large screen tv.
“Ultra- Lord!” Sheen suddenly exclaims while waving an old worn action figure.
“Ultra- who?”... | Ya know *uurp* Morty, my real name isn't Rick. Its James. No, shut up Morty. I'm gonna tell you a story.
So, when I was boy, I was really smart and really tried to help people. But, something happened. I was testing an experiment on my friend, Carl, and it went wrong. Horribly wrong. He became completely disfigured, ... |
Edit: Wow. Wasn't expecting this response. Sorry bout the mislabeling btw. | [WP] Tell the tale of how Jimmy Neutron, Boy genius, began a long downward spiral that ended in him casting aside his old identity and adopting a new one; Rick Sanchez. | "R-r-Rick!" Morty exclaimed as Rick portaled through his bedroom wall.
"Hey, *buurr* Morty, how ya doin' my buddy?" Rick stumbled through the portal as it closed behind him, beer bottle in hand. "Traveling the world *uuurr*pens your eyes, Morty, you know that? I should bring you along someday, you'll see what I mean."... | Ya know *uurp* Morty, my real name isn't Rick. Its James. No, shut up Morty. I'm gonna tell you a story.
So, when I was boy, I was really smart and really tried to help people. But, something happened. I was testing an experiment on my friend, Carl, and it went wrong. Horribly wrong. He became completely disfigured, ... |
[WP] An ordinary story, but every paragraph the narrator takes a shot | Having traveled as far as possible without changing course, I stepped out and planted my bare feet on to the melting pavement. I gave the driver a neighborly wave as he pulled away, large columns of black smoke in his trail. My first instinct was to rest, but I knew that resting would only make my journey more strenuou... | Alright kids, sit down and let me weave you a tale. This one is called The Little Mermaid. Once upon a time there was a beautiful mermaid that lived under the sea. She was very kind and courageous, and brilliant as well. However, she was just as curious and often got herself into trouble or into places she shouldn't.
... | |
[WP] An ordinary story, but every paragraph the narrator takes a shot | There was once a village, a small village in the middle of nowhere, a place surrounded by forestry and lakes. On the outskirts of the village is where the hero of our tale resided, on a patch of farmland where he spent his days looking after cows and sheep in peaceful solitude. Our hero's name was Colin, and though he ... | Alright kids, sit down and let me weave you a tale. This one is called The Little Mermaid. Once upon a time there was a beautiful mermaid that lived under the sea. She was very kind and courageous, and brilliant as well. However, she was just as curious and often got herself into trouble or into places she shouldn't.
... | |
[WP] An ordinary story, but every paragraph the narrator takes a shot | Ten little boys went out to dine;
*blam*, and then there where nine.
Nine little boys sat up very late;
*blam*, and then there where eight.
Eight little boys travelling to Devon;
*blam*, and then there where seven.
Seven little boys chopping up sticks;
*blam*, and then there where six.
Six little boys playing with ... | Alright kids, sit down and let me weave you a tale. This one is called The Little Mermaid. Once upon a time there was a beautiful mermaid that lived under the sea. She was very kind and courageous, and brilliant as well. However, she was just as curious and often got herself into trouble or into places she shouldn't.
... | |
[WP] An ordinary story, but every paragraph the narrator takes a shot | Having traveled as far as possible without changing course, I stepped out and planted my bare feet on to the melting pavement. I gave the driver a neighborly wave as he pulled away, large columns of black smoke in his trail. My first instinct was to rest, but I knew that resting would only make my journey more strenuou... | I remember when it first happened. I was walking into a grocery store to buy what I needed for the week. A gallon of 2% milk, some root beer and cream soda, and maybe a steak to throw on the grill.
*PING!*
I had just turned down aisle 7 and was looking at the soup when I saw *him*. A masked man in a light grey tren... | |
[WP] An ordinary story, but every paragraph the narrator takes a shot | There was once a village, a small village in the middle of nowhere, a place surrounded by forestry and lakes. On the outskirts of the village is where the hero of our tale resided, on a patch of farmland where he spent his days looking after cows and sheep in peaceful solitude. Our hero's name was Colin, and though he ... | I remember when it first happened. I was walking into a grocery store to buy what I needed for the week. A gallon of 2% milk, some root beer and cream soda, and maybe a steak to throw on the grill.
*PING!*
I had just turned down aisle 7 and was looking at the soup when I saw *him*. A masked man in a light grey tren... | |
[WP] An ordinary story, but every paragraph the narrator takes a shot | Having traveled as far as possible without changing course, I stepped out and planted my bare feet on to the melting pavement. I gave the driver a neighborly wave as he pulled away, large columns of black smoke in his trail. My first instinct was to rest, but I knew that resting would only make my journey more strenuou... | Being Deaf and diagnosed with depression , anxiety , and possibly OCD really fucking sucks
The struggle to read lips , missing out information , and then giving up completely
I am defeated and alone
Makes me not want to make friends
I don’t want to get out of my home
my safe and warm haven
Just to be disappointe... | |
[WP] An ordinary story, but every paragraph the narrator takes a shot | There was once a village, a small village in the middle of nowhere, a place surrounded by forestry and lakes. On the outskirts of the village is where the hero of our tale resided, on a patch of farmland where he spent his days looking after cows and sheep in peaceful solitude. Our hero's name was Colin, and though he ... | Being Deaf and diagnosed with depression , anxiety , and possibly OCD really fucking sucks
The struggle to read lips , missing out information , and then giving up completely
I am defeated and alone
Makes me not want to make friends
I don’t want to get out of my home
my safe and warm haven
Just to be disappointe... | |
[WP] An ordinary story, but every paragraph the narrator takes a shot | **The Cat in the Hat (with progressive shots of vodka)**
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.
I sat there with Sally, we sat there, we two. And I said, "I found daddy's vodka, let's drink til' we're blue."
So all we could do was to
drink
drink
drin... | Today I'm going to tell you the story of the Scarlet Letter, by the great Nathaniel Hawthorne. The story has been canonized as one of American Literature's classics, and explores complex morality issues faced in a time when giving in to our own human natures was viewed as both detestable and wrong. I'll tell the story ... |
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