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[blazing glory]

Mumble through the sedatives.

"Nah..who cares about the paper..I'll be fine..

[Ozarck]

wonky internet today. will update tomorrow, I think.

[SaberToothTiger]

Call my wife and demand her to return home.

[Ozarck]

Spoiler: premptive apology (click to show/hide)

I apologize in advance for the format and somewhat clipped writing style this round. Thinking and caring are a bit challenging these days, but I don't want to let you guys down. The quality might suffer a touch, but on the bright side, I am going to try to include more hijinks and real effects from your insanities for a bit. Nothing major today, but .... we'll see.

Walk to the post office.

6 Annie marches directly to the post office, storms in, and lays all the requisite forms and identification items on the desk, ignoring the line of customers she bypasses on the way in. The man behind the counter looks at her in surprise, white eyebrows arching into invisibility behind his equally white bangs. "What's all this?" he asks.

I-I-I-I nnnneed hhhhhhellllp, ppplllleeeeaseeee.

Articulate my desire for assistance for anyone who can hear me.

2 "P-potat-to. N-no g-go-o-d. P-po-tat-o." Your audience seems sympathetic and encouraging.

Mourn the bum buns. Build a funeral pyre for them. Also so They can't get a DNA sample from you.

1 You fish around in the nearby alley for some combustables, but come up with only soggy cardboard and a copy of Highlights for Children that has seen better days. Nothing lights. It rains on you. A shadow moves in the alley. Is that Them? It must be!

See what's going on in the news

3 Wars and rumors of wars. Violence, a human interest story about chickens in the city, and more tragedy and violence. you think you recognize a couple of names. It gets a little muddy, in there.

Mumble through the sedatives.

"Nah..who cares about the paper..I'll be fine..

3 You mutter a bit. The guy nearby responds. You have the most delightful, intellectual conversation. or some reason it makes you hungry for hash browns or fries or something.

Call my wife and demand her to return home.

3 You call your wife. You call her all sorts of names. In your head. You're pretty sure you only said those things in your head. In fact, she doesn't answer though. Her sister does. "She says you are having one of your episodes. She's not coming home until you are reasonable again. What? I'm not going to say that! ...No, you know what he can be l- ... fine Shesaysshelovesyougoodbye" Click.

[blazing glory]

Fall unconscious.

[wipeout1024]

Say "This is for my job application."

[Teneb]

Decide that since the bun can't be destroyed, it must be avenged. Its destruction was clearly their ploy. Search for a piece of clothing to tie to head. Adopt codename Homeless Snake.

[Xantalos]

Hmm. Attempt to communicate my sense of helplessness.

[Salsacookies]

Well, that's lovely. Let's grab a pizza

[SaberToothTiger]

Ponder about what my wife considers reasonable.

[Ozarck]

Spoiler: the Protector (click to show/hide)

Roll: 6
"This is for my job application."
A manager walks out from the back room just as you are saying this. It’s like fate has conspired to get you what you want today. She looks at you a little oddly, but invites you back for an interview. After some minutes, as she is sifting through your files, she pauses. “Hmm. Tell me about this car accident. It looks like you spent some time in the hospital afterward, and … oh my. Oh dear.” A variety of emotions crosses her face as she continues to read.

Spoiler: The Clockwork (click to show/hide)

Roll: 5
Starn goes out like a light. He slips into a state somewhat like sleep, though more still, more … empty. A state where nothing changes, nothing concerns him, and nothing reaches him.

Spoiler: the investigator (click to show/hide)

Roll: 3
The only cloth that Homeless Snake can find is on his body. He COULD tear up his shirt for a bandana. It’s cold out though, and the shirt is pretty ragged as it is. He does spy, off in the shadows, a figure that must be one of THEM. The destroyers of buns, the enemy of the sane, the poisoners of sports drinks everywhere.

Spoiler: The Quantum Nihilist (click to show/hide)

Roll: 2
“I … need … help.” Stan calls out, slowly. It takes forever to form the words. As he does, Stan’s eye turns toward the figure which shares his space. It, too, is supine on a bed, and it seems unresponsive. It moves not at all during Stan’s struggles, and speaks nothing. Exhausted, Stan falls silent, just as a nurse enters the room and begins to check machinery, turn down the bedding, and examine each of the occupants o the room, briskly.

Spoiler: the Tormented (click to show/hide)

Roll: 5
Jeremy dresses, and heads out into the bleak world, down the street, to the nearest Pizzaria, where he dines in the late morning quiet. The pizza is filling and satisfying. For once, the demons are kept at bay.
 

Spoiler: The Explosive (click to show/hide)

Roll: 5
It’s the same old story: show respect to the customers. Use full sentences and courtesy when selling fireworks, keep all the dangerous stuff locked away from the kids, keep anger in check, and try not to make a big deal about some super conspiracy threatening to destroy us all, all the time. Also, flowers. God knows why, but flowers and chocolates seem to help. Oh and the usual stuff about feelings and listening and respect and spending time with her and the kids and so forth. Sometimes she can be so unreasonable about what is reasonable.

[Teneb]

Stalk after the shadowy figure, must find the truth.

[Xantalos]

Quickly, draw in a breath and keep on repeating 'help'. I honestly forget what I was trying to get help for, but keep saying it anyways.

[wipeout1024]

Talk about how I've been trying to move on.

[blazing glory]

Explore the empty unchanging void.