hamburgers_rpg

The day begins as slightly cloudy, reminding you of the time your father sat you down for the serious talk of your life, when the business was going south, and your dog waited for you sadly by the screen door for the talk to finish, as if knowing that you'd need a great big dog slobber after the bad news. Days like this leaves your bones feeling nostalgic and yearning. You feel absent, though you don't know what. As your eyes graze upon the heavy weight of the clouds, you see a hamburger suddenly drop down from the sky. It lands in the middle of the road, innocently.

Then another. And another, and another, until the entire street is filled with hamburgers. Soon, there will be too many hamburgers. Will you starve to death from being unable to open the door to your apartment? Will you go mad when the electricity breaks down from the lettuce-filled terror-bringer? Will you drink your own blood when the pipelines break down from being clogged with soggy breadmeat? How many of you will copulate frantically and tragically against the sound of thumping fresh-milked cheese oozing down your windows?

It's now or never. That's right. It's raining hamburgers.

EVENT

QUESTIONS