Screwing around on facebook

So, after this story, I swore that I would not write a story until I had some serious inspiration, since this story is pretty damn derivative. Well, I held out until today. Have my massively derivative story.

Friend: is loading on the tea in hopes to avoid the sickness

Me: Well, it started with the SWAT team. Once they took away my green tea and threw me in the slammer, then it was all over. The beginning of the end.

First, it made you an insomniac. I’d barely figured that out, with the buzz and headaches and new calluses and constant lime green snot that also came with the bug. I couldn’t tell you where it came from. Not that it mattered, since I was soon preoccupied with staying awake so I wouldn’t become a killing machine. It took me a week to figure out that the reports on the progressively uninhibited murderer in the neighborhood were about me; it took me a few more days to find that green tea was the trick to staying sane when sleeping. Barricading myself into the house and watching the news over the next week yielded no more nasty murders, so I figured that whatever was happening to me wasn’t communicable. The next step was to either kill myself in some sterilizing fashion, or turn myself in. I couldn’t decide whether to go with gasoline or bleach when they shot the mug out of my hand and took me in.

I knew I had to die, and quickly. Shiv to the neck didn’t quite work, since… well, I didn’t die. I just procured a shiv in the middle of the cafeteria and didn’t have the presence of mind to do it in private. Lots of blood went everywhere, but I didn’t die. It took a week after I got out of the infirmary for us to overrun the prison: the bug augmented our strength, and when we couldn’t kill, we infected. A whole lot of guys got spit in their faces when they thought they were safe behind bars. The authorities cordoned the area: with the number of new bullet wounds I woke up with, it seems they put up a good fight. After being infected with the bug for a while, it seemed you just couldn’t die aside from complete annihiliation. Like, couple guys didn’t come out of the forest after it got carpet bombed. Those days the few hours I was awake spent looking for tea. by now, I required massive amounts just to stay nurmal. You can’t say I tryd to tellthe authorities, its their own damn fault the shot me in the head than listen to me By time I wake up the urban infrastructure was fallen apart. The green tea supply soon not keep meawake for than hour and night wander wide

time sleep hope their stil some out ther to rea [illegible scrawl]

I seem to like progressing my stories from coherent to decoherency. Except for this next one.

In other news, we’re gearing up to machine ourselves into reprapdom. Also, I have yet to squish this site format to something more column based. Just cause we got widescreen don’t mean we gotta use it all.

Also, I’m REALLY sorry that I’m not posting anything but sucky stories. It’s kind of hard to do anything else with 30 minutes, so I’ll just keep chugging along until I have a big chunk of time.