Revivial

It had been years since the killening very few were left strong enough to battle. " you see any thing out there slosh? " wurmer asks. " no but I will check again before we leave. " " how about you silver? got the weapons prepared? " wurmer asks silver. " yeah just loaded in the final canister of chlorine gas. " " ahh there you go MR GRIZZ! " says glosh gleefully. All patched up and ready to go! She pats him on the head but hes not amused. Glosh was bandaging up MR GRIZZ from the wounds he received during the battle last night. Slosher wurmer MR GRIZZ and glosh were surviving after killening but not very well. They were set to leave out again tonight but making it across the field would be brutal. A few hours later slosher announced " dinners ready! " every body ate fast as they needed to leave soon. Thous the time came, as the mith of the man and the cave on the primordial of humanity’s existence, a gamer’s life reach the terminal stage of touching grass and inhaling the lovely industrial toxic gas and embracing the concrete made streets of our existence. The door was heavily guarded with numerous locks, all involving traumas about chesnuts explosion, canada dry not being dry, shrimps world war, the ass of the fallen, that bitch motherfucker who thought that bringing pigeons to America was a good idea and the illiness of the the unspoken, oh the sillyness… oh Lord Ricardo Milos, are we worth of your benelevolence? Worth of standing in the same lands where once you blessed them with your love? As the world say, every street lead to either explosive diarrhea or depression, often both with a lactose intollerant ass but who are we to judge the fault of the others? Unless you are an ace attorney judge, then thou shall be the worlds of the god. ( in jail for being brazilian ). One after one the locks fell to the ground, the trial of the final day had come: an explosive guitar, a fake blind child who helped a true blind woman faking being able to see to gain tax benefits, a men with a penis shaped haircut, the cries of the fools who keep watching this eternal show in the deepest limbo of hell echoes thought the world. Finally the last lock fell and slowly the switch screen started to load, a loud rumor was heard in the distance, what was that? And as once kyogre parted the waters, piss started to flood the house of our mystery gang. No one was spared, neither fellas or the tax evaders, as they exale their last breath humanity then realize their foolishness…the world…the world is made by silver’s piss. A light embrace a rotund figure descending frok the heaven, it was doctor robtonik eggman who came to make an announcment…