Post by zombie on Oct 4, 2019 7:37:08 GMT -5
Pale and shaking in her old timey bathing suit the young woman stares at her greatest enemy with tears welling in her eyes. She must not let them fall.
"I will not."
The paragon of bad mentorship and influence grins in her face. Aokigahara Zombie wields a sphere of detestation around him that everyone within a thirty foot radius stays clear. It could be his rough exterior, or his attitude. It is this narrator's opinion that it is the smell of rancid three day old alcohol and prostitute binge. Thankfully for greater society he is at the beach. Unfortunately, however, he decided it would be prudent for Fukushima to accompany him. She protested at the early hour of his arrival and release from her prison. Sometimes she gets quite comfortable in her confinement but this man is everything they want to fix in her. She protested and he waved it away.
"Yes you will. And bring some swim wear.”
So now he guides her towards the sea. Why, you ask?
"What am I doing here?"
And Aokigahara finally reveals his intention. He was waiting for this moment since the inspiration hit him daroumd the time the chemicals killed his millionth brain cell and the release hit the latex wall. He just yelled in ecstasy.
"Poseidon. You are going to fuck him up."
He started to walk forward with all the surity of a matador. She had no choice but to follow the red flag.
"How are we going to do this?"
Aokigahara stopped in his tracks like this was the stupidest question in the world.
"What the hell do you think we do all the time. We fight! The target is right there. Get your blood up and attack."
He aggressively rounded on her like the big bad wolf revealing his true intentions to little red. She flinched back but not out of fear. This has crossed that special line that she looks for in the world. This is the level where reality got interesting. The mundane and dreary is about to cross into the extraordinary. These are where the ghosts and yokai roam. Sometimes it takes someone like Aokigahara to take her there.She needed to know more.
"Why the ocean?"
Fukushima now led the way and Aokigahara skipped ariund her.
”Because this is his tool. It took away your family. It held their bodies dead in front of you for you after making you watch them drown
It lubricated your skin so that the electricity could surge through you when Krähe took you. And most importantly of all, because summer is ending and somebody needs to pay."
Fukushima listened to his speech with the attention of a schoolchild wanting their favorite teacher to acknowledge them.
"I'll do it! I am in!"
Aokigahara stopped and pointed at the ocean. He was now the general. He was the conductor of chaos.The architect of this killler instinct budding this this poor young woman.
"Now for a battle cry!"
And they ran forward to battle. There was one thing that came to her head. It was the new rallying point now in what was to come.
"SIBERIA!"
And they crashed into the first wave with their knuckles hitting their target right in the face.
"I will not."
The paragon of bad mentorship and influence grins in her face. Aokigahara Zombie wields a sphere of detestation around him that everyone within a thirty foot radius stays clear. It could be his rough exterior, or his attitude. It is this narrator's opinion that it is the smell of rancid three day old alcohol and prostitute binge. Thankfully for greater society he is at the beach. Unfortunately, however, he decided it would be prudent for Fukushima to accompany him. She protested at the early hour of his arrival and release from her prison. Sometimes she gets quite comfortable in her confinement but this man is everything they want to fix in her. She protested and he waved it away.
"Yes you will. And bring some swim wear.”
So now he guides her towards the sea. Why, you ask?
"What am I doing here?"
And Aokigahara finally reveals his intention. He was waiting for this moment since the inspiration hit him daroumd the time the chemicals killed his millionth brain cell and the release hit the latex wall. He just yelled in ecstasy.
"Poseidon. You are going to fuck him up."
He started to walk forward with all the surity of a matador. She had no choice but to follow the red flag.
"How are we going to do this?"
Aokigahara stopped in his tracks like this was the stupidest question in the world.
"What the hell do you think we do all the time. We fight! The target is right there. Get your blood up and attack."
He aggressively rounded on her like the big bad wolf revealing his true intentions to little red. She flinched back but not out of fear. This has crossed that special line that she looks for in the world. This is the level where reality got interesting. The mundane and dreary is about to cross into the extraordinary. These are where the ghosts and yokai roam. Sometimes it takes someone like Aokigahara to take her there.She needed to know more.
"Why the ocean?"
Fukushima now led the way and Aokigahara skipped ariund her.
”Because this is his tool. It took away your family. It held their bodies dead in front of you for you after making you watch them drown
It lubricated your skin so that the electricity could surge through you when Krähe took you. And most importantly of all, because summer is ending and somebody needs to pay."
Fukushima listened to his speech with the attention of a schoolchild wanting their favorite teacher to acknowledge them.
"I'll do it! I am in!"
Aokigahara stopped and pointed at the ocean. He was now the general. He was the conductor of chaos.The architect of this killler instinct budding this this poor young woman.
"Now for a battle cry!"
And they ran forward to battle. There was one thing that came to her head. It was the new rallying point now in what was to come.
"SIBERIA!"
And they crashed into the first wave with their knuckles hitting their target right in the face.