Blank Created 11 years ago2013-09-12 12:35:02 UTC by Striker

Autumn came. The leaves of the trees didn't yet catch that beautiful golden color, as it was just the beginning of September. The sun lost some of its power to caress the skin with its gentle rays.
Today, the sun didn't even show up. It was raining... the atmosphere soaked wet.
Brian Banister was watching through his dirty apartment window the birds as they disappeared on the horizon. He held his old pen with his right hand, sketching in the air unrecognizable words. He loved his pen, it was a gift from his father. In front of him, on a brown desk made of massive wood, stood a white sheet of paper. It was blank. Brian felt like an entire tub of lead was balancing on his soul. The delicate movements of his hand changed into contorting motions. He began to feel furious.
"What am I doing? I have to ...Continue the story. The next poster will continue where you left and so on. You also MUST sketch your part of the story. Doesn't matter how talented you are, keep the fun!

"What am I doing? I have to ...

Finish this song, look at my long ass hair, gonna light that bong, I've blue eyes bitch, and I'm here to stay, I could keep writing this up till May!
My name is Banister Brian, you can call me double B, let me tell you something, ain't no body gonna fuck with me!
I've got led poisoning for writing so much lyric, Dostoevsky ain't got shit on this he might as well have been an satiric.
The roof is leaking, them windows are crackin, damn those atoms must really be snappin.
But who cares? I've got work to do, better stay out of my way or I'm gonna bust you up too.
Ain't got no hammer, but got fixing to do, oh what the hell VHE, are you bugging out too?!
Still, I've downloaded the latest, from that guy Pb, he is the greatest, this bitch still don't know you shouldn't be messing with the greatest!"He continued writing on his papers...
The wind blew, bending branches with a gentle sway. The family of mice is hiding in a wall hole, shuddering, they seem to be scared of thunder, and possibly Brian's deadly mice traps. Creaking noises are coming from other rooms, what could it be? One only assumes.

"Creaking noises are coming from other rooms, what could it be? One only assumes."

A wild LaVolpe then entered my room, stating calmly that the neighbours on both sides of my place had just committed suicide because of how bad my song was (and how bad Stojke's post was) and that I (he) should stop immediately before I (he) started the Apoco."I ignored her, putting my pen into my mouth and chewing it as I thought of the next verse.
But something was bothering me, I could feel her eyes on me. No doubt blank-staring me like she did everytime I did something she thought was "stupid".

"That's it!" I said pushing myself off of my chair and pointing my finger at her. "IF YOU KEEP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT I'M GOING TO...."

[And for the record, I'm colorblind, so don't piss all over my hopes and dreams because of color, ect.]

"That's it!" I said pushing myself off of my chair and pointing my finger at her. "IF YOU KEEP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT I'M GOING TO...."

My voice suddenly entered an utter silence, as I saw a wonderfully painful sight out of my window. I stood for a moment, awestruck, only looking like a complete idiot to La Volpe. She turned her head, confusedly, as I stood, wide-eyed at the window. Without saying a word, I darted onto my back porch.

"You're gonna have to see this . . ." I said breathlessly. La Volpe wandered onto the porch in total confusion, but she entered the same status of awe as she stared off into the distance of the city."Aliens!?" La Volpe put it into words. "ALIENS!?"

"I think I know what they've come for.."

"What?"

"My song..."

La Volpe stared at me for a second, and looked back at the destruction; the giant, blue and red machine was turning in our direction, looking from the pile of ash, smoke, and death that once may have resembled a city.

"Why?"

"You'll see!"

I darted back into my drawing room to scrape up my papers from the table and hide them into the pink satchel my confused grandmother got me last Christmas. I was too polite to tell her she should head to a nursing home and keep from driving on the interstate.

Under the realisation the rain suddenly stopped when the aliens came, I grabbed my pink satchel which I stuffed the song into and we both made our way out across the yard.

“See!” I exclaimed pointing at the new billboard the weird guys at the lab from town put up last week.

“Oh yeah! I forgot that was there!” LaVolpe said.

“Remember? Whenever someone writes a song the aliens come and look for it, then they steal it and use it as wallpaper. Haven’t you watched When Mars Attacks?”

“Not really, but you never watched my box set of Are you Being Served with me, so why should I?”“I say!” I said, “An alien invasion is kinda a dumb turning point today. I mean, I was enjoying the rain and the wind and the mice and the pen chewing but now this invasion has made things go a bit bananas.”

We reluctantly began leaving the house and walking past the local school and across the park to get a better idea of the damage, slightly disappointed aliens were introduced this early but shrugging our shoulders and continuing with the story anyway. The big red and blue machine stopped off at the local bar for a quick diet coke because it was time for smoko, which bought us some time to get out of sight.

“We gotta try and reach the ‘song disposal shed’ to get rid of the song. I mean, if the aliens get a hold of this, just think how bad the property market is going to be in a few years!”

“yes,” LaVolpe replied “that sounds like a good idea”

We finally reached Sun Sun Olala Avenue where the song disposal shed was located…

(respect the paint made picture)

“We finally reached Sun Sun Olala Avenue where the song disposal shed was located…”

but it is too late,
aliens infected humans with deadly epidemic virus,
they will drink all diet coke's in the local bar while all people get killed each other. why they should use their weapons to kill silly heads when there is a free coke?anyway
I see store is fortified and there is no way to go inside expect emargency ladders. I found out there is a crowbar inside the car maybe I can bash the window and take it, but there is not much time, zombies getting faster and faster..

La Volpe said I'm so scared..!
he made me angry, I told her shut up
I just need to think about it..

what should I do now? I can search for safeplace, weapon or some survived people..

"Don't you speak to me like that b!tch, I ain't no scaredy cat."1 min sketch for the win~!