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“The Post-Funpocalypse”
(A Classique Doodle from 10/18/2011)
In the months leading up to the apocalypse, people sure seemed to be making it sound like a big deal… but now that it has happened, Brian Hawkins doesn’t get why there was such a fuss. What the heck were they worried about? The apocalypse is awesome.
Still grinning from ear to ear since his dad let him put in the final head-shots to kill the Nuclear Mutants they just came across as they navigate the post-apocalyptic wasteland of Earth, Brian steps back mentally for a moment and reflects on the wonder of it all— out on the open road, less people to deal with, adventure every dang day… he’s even already killed 17 men and mutants and he’s only 9 years old… that’s almost 2 for each year he’s been alive! That’s so cool!
Plus, since clean drinking water is so scarce, his mom isn’t bugging him about taking a bath. She didn’t survive the apocalypse, of course, so she isn’t around to bug him even if there WAS enough water, but still. And last week when scavenging through a pile of rotting corpses, he found a real Indian arrow-head necklace!
The best part, though, is now he finally gets to spend time with his papa… before the apocalypse, dad was always in the office working, traveling; Brian hardly saw him. But now that the rest of his family is dead, he gets all the father and son bonding time a boy could ever hope for.
It just feels nice.
The post-apocalypse is the most fun he’s ever had, and Brian hopes that civilization never claws its way back from the pits of hell.
Originally Posted 10/18/2011
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Boy #83179 (affectionally nicknamed “The Gill-Boy” due to the gills on his neck that enable him to breathe under water) once again escapes from the Under Water Laboratory where dozens of scientists conduct various experiments on him and his mutated body… and like each time he escaped before, he goes and sits by himself at the bottom of the sea so he can have some alone time to think.
His mind wanders as he stares up to the surface of the ocean, the sun dimly shining through the rolling waves above… It all seems to shimmer and sparkle up there.
He knows that other boys his age usually have moms and dads… but he doesn’t. Or did he? Was he taken from them? Was he born with these gills? Or perhaps he was created in the lab he lives in now? None of the scientists have gills… is he a freak? The Boy sighs as he considers which alternative he prefers best.
The Boy takes a peek over the rocky sea-wall and sees the support crew from the Lab searching for him in their Ocean-Probes… he knows that he could hide forever in the ocean depths, away from the scientists and their experiments, they’d never find him… ever. But not being able to complete their research would make them so sad. Plus, they’re not all bad.
He digs his fist into the ocean floor and lets the various pebbles, shells, and tiny sea-creatures slowly float out of his hand. He sighs again.
Boy #83179 swims into sight of the Ocean-Probes sent to find him, and gives himself up.
Originally Posted 8/12/2011
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