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I had partied pretty hard before finally ceasing awareness in my somewhat used up bed. The party was great though, a costume party with plenty of beautiful girls in fantastically sexy outfits. Too many beers, too many cigars. Then I slept, and the dreams were bad, disturbing. I remember something about a gigantic industrial farm combine crashing into my home, it was modified into a killing machine. Suddenly I nearly rocked out of bed by the sound of a explosion of lighting or perhaps a bomb, the room filled with gray purple light, there was a weird storm going on out there. A few more bursts of the chaos got me scared, what the fuck was going on? | I had partied pretty hard before finally ceasing awareness in my somewhat used up bed. The party was great though, a costume party with plenty of beautiful girls in fantastically sexy outfits. Too many beers, too many cigars. Then I slept, and the dreams were bad, disturbing. I remember something about a gigantic industrial farm combine crashing into my home, it was modified into a killing machine. Suddenly I nearly rocked out of bed by the sound of a explosion of lighting or perhaps a bomb, the room filled with gray purple light, there was a weird storm going on out there. A few more bursts of the chaos got me scared, what the fuck was going on? | ||
I decided to head out to my bomb shelter, I first went into the kitchen to grab that bag of walnuts, and a couple of Pepsi's from the frig, I held the big walnut sack in one hand and I held the sodas against my chest with the other arm so I could have a free hand to open the door. | |||
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A long and toxic way back home
I had partied pretty hard before finally ceasing awareness in my somewhat used up bed. The party was great though, a costume party with plenty of beautiful girls in fantastically sexy outfits. Too many beers, too many cigars. Then I slept, and the dreams were bad, disturbing. I remember something about a gigantic industrial farm combine crashing into my home, it was modified into a killing machine. Suddenly I nearly rocked out of bed by the sound of a explosion of lighting or perhaps a bomb, the room filled with gray purple light, there was a weird storm going on out there. A few more bursts of the chaos got me scared, what the fuck was going on?
I decided to head out to my bomb shelter, I first went into the kitchen to grab that bag of walnuts, and a couple of Pepsi's from the frig, I held the big walnut sack in one hand and I held the sodas against my chest with the other arm so I could have a free hand to open the door.