Confused Destroyer of Planets?
You go downstairs into the kitchen and search through the cabinets for some form of painkiller, although you know it never works.
"Good morning, honey," your mom calls from where she is watching the morning news.
"Morning mom." She's a nice mom... well anyway, back to the headaches. No painkillers work-- These headaches only go away by themselves. And for some strange reason, every time you get one, there's some natural disaster somewhere in the world. It's kind of creepy.
As if on cue, you hear your mother gasp slightly as the news announcer says "...And now, an update on the Tokyo earthquake...."
You groan.
"Good morning, honey," your mom calls from where she is watching the morning news.
"Morning mom." She's a nice mom... well anyway, back to the headaches. No painkillers work-- These headaches only go away by themselves. And for some strange reason, every time you get one, there's some natural disaster somewhere in the world. It's kind of creepy.
As if on cue, you hear your mother gasp slightly as the news announcer says "...And now, an update on the Tokyo earthquake...."
You groan.