the young man stood strong.
clad in blue jeans and an orange shirt... he waited patiently, his gaze falling upon the clear blue sky...
this was it.... it was his moment to shine...
the sky swiftly changed to a blood red colour... murderous clouds filled the air... a horrible stench washed over our young man... nearly making him retch.
with no form of warning, the first wave fell...
wave after wave, a never-ending calamity, an unforgiving tide. Torrential rains assaulted our young man... torrential rains of... POOP.
he dodged and he strafed. "to the left! to the left!" he cried, very much like Beyonce.
our young man was quick on his feet... his footwork would have made Maria Sharapova erupt into fits of ecstasy...
however all that went through his mind were.. "WHAT IN THE WORLD DID THIS BASTARD EAT..."
for a split second... concentration slipped out of his grasp, he glanced towards the reel of ever changing numbers above him...
and that was all it took...
that was when.. it struck him... square in the face... right between the eyeballs...
he fell flat on his bum, consciousness slowly fading away...
he spoke out loud.. "is this the end? am i *mmmppff*..." he was sadly interrupted as yet another round struck him again, this time silencing him for good...
too much poo rain ohmygod. this is addictive.
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