A Trip To Cracker Barrel
Ryan raises an eyebrow and mutters beneath his breath, "Good choice" before the earth beneath him splits, his chair comically tipping backwards as it balances on its hinds over the lava pit. He wobbles and struggles, while yelping for his life. A single fly lands on his head as he gulps and the chair, with him, tips into the crevice. His scream grows faint.
An arm grasps your shoulder, "WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Its Logan, with a face of 1000 terrors.
You and the crew (minus Ryan) breach through the front door of cracker barrel right before it is swallowed by the Earth's crust.
"Fuck" says Patrick. Another hand touches your arm. "Glad I wasn't that guy!" says Ryan. Everyone laughs. Classic Ryan.
You look around to see the end of days. Sprawling the Earth's skin are mile deep ravines eating every trace of everything.
Michael leans over the ravine, horrified at it's depth. Logan looks at Michael, then at you, then back at Michael. He snickers mischievously.
An arm grasps your shoulder, "WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Its Logan, with a face of 1000 terrors.
You and the crew (minus Ryan) breach through the front door of cracker barrel right before it is swallowed by the Earth's crust.
"Fuck" says Patrick. Another hand touches your arm. "Glad I wasn't that guy!" says Ryan. Everyone laughs. Classic Ryan.
You look around to see the end of days. Sprawling the Earth's skin are mile deep ravines eating every trace of everything.
Michael leans over the ravine, horrified at it's depth. Logan looks at Michael, then at you, then back at Michael. He snickers mischievously.