What would you do with a four minute warning?
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In reality, I would finally gain back my sense of awareness of reality and freak the fuck out about it. I would end up having a heart attack and dying. '
In semi-reality, I would go on 4chan, have a nice glass of Dr. Pepper and some pizza, and have some lulz at what the brilliant people there have to say.
In fantasy, I'd be somewhere up high, looking out at all the chaos, drinking Dr. Pepper (I like it >:c) and laying in the arms of my boyfriend. There would be either Hocico, Pelican, Sleepmakeswaves, Jakob, Elliott Smith, or Borgore playing in the background for the world to hear.
In semi-reality, I would go on 4chan, have a nice glass of Dr. Pepper and some pizza, and have some lulz at what the brilliant people there have to say.
In fantasy, I'd be somewhere up high, looking out at all the chaos, drinking Dr. Pepper (I like it >:c) and laying in the arms of my boyfriend. There would be either Hocico, Pelican, Sleepmakeswaves, Jakob, Elliott Smith, or Borgore playing in the background for the world to hear.
Only 4 minutes?
I'd spend the first 2 minutes yelling at the guy who told me the news, calling him incompetent and asking why the heck he didn't give me a longer warning.
Then I'd spend the next minute sitting down to recover from all the yelling (And drinking a nice, cool Dr Pepper. I like it too Maddyfiren
).
Then I'd spend the last minute drifting off into a daydream, because that's how I roll.
I'd spend the first 2 minutes yelling at the guy who told me the news, calling him incompetent and asking why the heck he didn't give me a longer warning.
Then I'd spend the next minute sitting down to recover from all the yelling (And drinking a nice, cool Dr Pepper. I like it too Maddyfiren
).Then I'd spend the last minute drifting off into a daydream, because that's how I roll.
So...the planet is going to combusted or, shatter or, something of that nature. Lets say The Moon slams into the planet thus killing off the Moon-clingers.
Anyway: with 4 minutes left I'm going to strip naked, walk outside and scream every swear word and racial slur as loud as I possibly can. Not to offend anybody but as a final F-you to every convention and unspoken law of social etiquette. I think I may also piss on some cars.
Anyway: with 4 minutes left I'm going to strip naked, walk outside and scream every swear word and racial slur as loud as I possibly can. Not to offend anybody but as a final F-you to every convention and unspoken law of social etiquette. I think I may also piss on some cars.
Get to my basement then fap. If its survivable my best chance is to be in my basement. If it isn't, I'm going to have a good last couple minutes of life (there is no way I'm getting sex with only a 4 minute warning).
I would sit calmly in my couch for four minutes, waiting to mock everyone who thought the world was ending when it's over.
Of course, noone could correct me for my disbelief.
Of course, noone could correct me for my disbelief.
"Well...Fuck"
Then I'd sit down in a corner, hugging my knees, and think about whether I'd go to the lesbian pool or rollar coaster first when I got to heaven.
Then I'd sit down in a corner, hugging my knees, and think about whether I'd go to the lesbian pool or rollar coaster first when I got to heaven.
I'd grab my boombox and walk down the street blasting Fergalicious and hope people follow me and dance to it. Or do the same but have Sabotage blasting.
Curse the person who told me this.
No seriously, if it were an hour or more prior warning I would be cool with that but 4 minutes is just a punch in the gut before you die.
No seriously, if it were an hour or more prior warning I would be cool with that but 4 minutes is just a punch in the gut before you die.
Take off all my clothes, walk down to the nearest road while telling everyone how I'm the Queen of France, before proceeding to lie down on the road. And wait.