A (pronounced as the letter, as in: A? What kind of plot twist was that??)
When I awakinate (which is the action-packed version of waking up), I am puzzled for a moment as to where I am. Am I in Duston, Ohio? Am I in Las Vegas, Nevada? Am I possibly in the Utah Badlands (although this is more unlikely as I am not yet finished my flashback)? And if I am in Las Vegas, how has that possibly got anything to do with the storyline?
How will I get to Reduced-Price-Mart?
How will I learn who is trying to kill me, and why?
How will I seek revenge against my traitorous ex-best friend Chester, and claim the first copy of Love in Kirkutsk as my rightful property?
I sigh loudly: "Hhuwhagh", and take in my surroundings.
I appear to be in a closet.
Its dark in here, except for a small sliver of light shining through the slightly ajar door, like a small sliver of wood that someone has just removed from their finger and put in a jar for safe keeping.
Suddenly, with great clarity, I realise what has just happened. I'm not in Las Vegas at all! No, I simply have hidden in my closet, run low on oxygen, hallucinated that I somehow teleported to Las Vegas (which in my humble opinion would be outside the realms of possibility in a tense mystery/thriller type plot like this), and then passed out, striking my head against the door, which has allowed it to open slightly, letting in enough oxygen that I have eventually come around again.
Which still leaves me with having to escape my house.
'Right', I say to myself (to which I counter 'Aah, but are you sure its not left?'), 'Time to put this plan into action.'
Leaping out into the hallway, I perform a series of expertly executed forward rolls down into the lounge, duck craftily sideways into the space between two sets of shelves, leap through the open window as quickly as a wildcat, and, keeping out of sight of the snipers by concealing myself behind some handy bushes, army-crawl to the fence, which I scale in seconds, and am efficiently gone from sight.
... what? You don't believe me?...
... but I really did...
...well...
... okay fine! If you must know, as I go to leap into the hallway I become entangled in a large number of clothing articles from the closet, which cause me to tumble down the hallway, into the lounge, and collide with a set of shelves. This causes a whole pack of flour to break on my head, which I react to by stumbling backwards across the room, coughing, and accidently smashing through the window, sending shards of glass, flour, and clothes flying in all directions as I fall into the bushes below. The watching snipers are distracted by the clothing figures apparently leaping in all directions, and the cloud of flour conceals me as I stumble to the fence, trip over the garbage cans, and manage to hit the fence with enough force to break through it into the neighbors property, hidden beneath a pile of old clothes, flour, and kitchen scraps. I stay here until the cloud of flour settles, and luckily the snipers mistake me for rubbish, and continue to believe I am in my house. From there I lie in a dazed state until it gets darker, and then simply get up and wander away in the direction of Reduced-Price-Mart.
Happy now?
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How will I get to Reduced-Price-Mart?
How will I learn who is trying to kill me, and why?
How will I seek revenge against my traitorous ex-best friend Chester, and claim the first copy of Love in Kirkutsk as my rightful property?
I sigh loudly: "Hhuwhagh", and take in my surroundings.
I appear to be in a closet.
Its dark in here, except for a small sliver of light shining through the slightly ajar door, like a small sliver of wood that someone has just removed from their finger and put in a jar for safe keeping.
Suddenly, with great clarity, I realise what has just happened. I'm not in Las Vegas at all! No, I simply have hidden in my closet, run low on oxygen, hallucinated that I somehow teleported to Las Vegas (which in my humble opinion would be outside the realms of possibility in a tense mystery/thriller type plot like this), and then passed out, striking my head against the door, which has allowed it to open slightly, letting in enough oxygen that I have eventually come around again.
Which still leaves me with having to escape my house.
'Right', I say to myself (to which I counter 'Aah, but are you sure its not left?'), 'Time to put this plan into action.'
Leaping out into the hallway, I perform a series of expertly executed forward rolls down into the lounge, duck craftily sideways into the space between two sets of shelves, leap through the open window as quickly as a wildcat, and, keeping out of sight of the snipers by concealing myself behind some handy bushes, army-crawl to the fence, which I scale in seconds, and am efficiently gone from sight.
... what? You don't believe me?...
... but I really did...
...well...
... okay fine! If you must know, as I go to leap into the hallway I become entangled in a large number of clothing articles from the closet, which cause me to tumble down the hallway, into the lounge, and collide with a set of shelves. This causes a whole pack of flour to break on my head, which I react to by stumbling backwards across the room, coughing, and accidently smashing through the window, sending shards of glass, flour, and clothes flying in all directions as I fall into the bushes below. The watching snipers are distracted by the clothing figures apparently leaping in all directions, and the cloud of flour conceals me as I stumble to the fence, trip over the garbage cans, and manage to hit the fence with enough force to break through it into the neighbors property, hidden beneath a pile of old clothes, flour, and kitchen scraps. I stay here until the cloud of flour settles, and luckily the snipers mistake me for rubbish, and continue to believe I am in my house. From there I lie in a dazed state until it gets darker, and then simply get up and wander away in the direction of Reduced-Price-Mart.
Happy now?
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