that interactive story I still care about
There will come a time when you can and will gingerly stroke a meow-machine. But that time is not now.
You investigate the vehicle crash site. And by vehicle crash site, you mean some human-like creature- with long gloves on, pant legs, and starfish on what appeared to be its boobs, plus the ability to fly- lifting up cars like they're paperweights and chucking them at the buildings.
You are completely and amazingly pissed. This is, if not utter blasphemy, then outright outrageous. Debris and old furniture and items rain down from above, pulled from the and dropping from the sky. What really makes you shocked is when you see a kitten, its mother probably having accidentally left it behind, look your way and mew only to be crushed under an ugly falling loveseat.
You investigate the vehicle crash site. And by vehicle crash site, you mean some human-like creature- with long gloves on, pant legs, and starfish on what appeared to be its boobs, plus the ability to fly- lifting up cars like they're paperweights and chucking them at the buildings.
You are completely and amazingly pissed. This is, if not utter blasphemy, then outright outrageous. Debris and old furniture and items rain down from above, pulled from the and dropping from the sky. What really makes you shocked is when you see a kitten, its mother probably having accidentally left it behind, look your way and mew only to be crushed under an ugly falling loveseat.