-MegaMan falls into a sort of half sleep against a window-
-the bus ride back takes somewhere between half an hour and an hour, they soon arrive at their destination-
-the Bus Man shuffles down the row and nudges the nearest person-
'scuse me, you're here.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-ENGAGING PROSE MODE-
The room appears a decrepit mess. Robot parts are strewn around the floor, some charred and broken, others cleaved cleanly in two. There are burns on the wall from some sort of explosion, and on the opposite wall is a wooden plaque, riddled with bullet holes, with words burnt into it:
RULES
1. No killing and/or eating others.
2. No resenting others for the good things they hold in their lives.
The forest surrounding the area is wilted and dead, with very few trees surviving. However, it does seem to be on the way to recovery. A good chunk of said forest, however, seems to have been completely incinerated not too long ago by some cataclysmic force.
There are holes in the ceiling from which the upstairs floor can be seen, and the room directly above the couch appears to be spattered with blood.
The kitchen sink is filled with dishes that nobody has cleaned out for at least a month. For shame!
edited 8th Oct '12 3:28:37 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist(Had gotten off the bus and is with the others. Observes the wrecked room in shock, somewhat reminded of the decrepit tenement dwellings back in City 17. Looks over at Alpha and writes.)
"GRACIOUS, WHAT A DISASTER. SHOULD WE TRY TO CLEAN IT UP?"
Derp, ninjad.
edited 8th Oct '12 3:40:04 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-Has a weird dream about a girl sick in bed with a cold, and a woman in white attending her bed-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist