>>
|
8a5a9a.jpg
Green Twilight Stone
8a5a9a
>>223507
After thinking it over, Greg decided to find a log in his back yard to toss at the house below him. He searches the yard and discovers one out back, which he drags to the front yard and toward the edge. He musters up the strength to lift the heavy log over his head, tossing it over the side with a grunt.
He watches it miss the yard entirely, falling past the edge and down further and further, until it crash through the roof of someone's straw-thatched hut that was barely in his line of vision.
Greg quickly scoots away from the edge to keep any eyes from looking back up at the him. He rubbed the sides of his temples and yelling out into the sky, "Fuck.. FUCK!" as he paced about the yard, randomly kicking at the flowers in his girlfriend's flower bed.
>>223489
He thought about it again; making the jump over to the next house. After throwing that log and destroying that person's roof, he only felt a stronger urge to.
What if he had broken some kind rule to this strange, new place? What if the person he pissed off could fly? With that utmost basic principle of gravity being shattered, all reasonable logic was thrown out the window.
Greg decided to preform a test experiment, squeezing his eyes shut and believing that deep down inside, he had the capacity to fly. He jumped straight up, but vertical leap wasn't increased by any means.
Greg sighed and move to look back over the edge. No one in that thatched-roof hut was outside of their house cursing. The male postulated that he probably killed whoever lived their and strangely felt no sympathy. After all, the circumstances were just a little abnormal and the possible death or deaths involved with the miscalculated toss of the log was rather extraneous in comparison.
Greg bit down onto his bottom lip and continued to think the situation over. The more he mentally measured the distance, the more he realized he could make it onto the roof with one magnificent leap, but he wasn't for sure how bad the outcome would be. In theory, he could even crash through the roof, albeit its blue tiles looked sturdy and capable of holding his mass.
"What to do, what to do..." he says to himself.
|