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Bah Humbug; Christmas in Bangledesh
Topic Started: Dec 28 2017, 08:54 PM (56 Views)
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The hazy half-state between reality and dreams can only be reached through the copious use of alcoholic beverages; as spoke Jimmy Ronan. Drunkards, 40% ABV.

Who knew how long this bender had lasted. Jimmy had no idea. Look at the guy. He’s barely standing, ricocheting between walls in the shanty alley like a slow moving pinball. His one good leg is struggling to keep him upright, while his bad leg has better sense and just wants to stay down in the dirt where he belongs. Jimmy would blink and suddenly be a whole new place then the last time he blinked. The cold night air of Buckettown sat on him, chilling his body as he pressed onwards; stumbling somewhere.

Jimmy tripped over something, crash-landing into the dirt. He laid there, breathing deeply as the world spun around him. Distant laughs echoed away from BoBo’s bar. The night air hummed with the sounds of creatures in the distance. Groaning, Jimmy pushed himself up off the ground and stumbled forward again; only to fall back down into the ground. Rolling onto his back, Jimmy looked up at the clear night sky as he lay in the middle of the road.

The starry sky was beautiful. Tens, upon hundreds, upon thousands of bright lights stood out against the dark background. Jimmy blinked, and for once in the night he was right where he was before. He couldn’t place it, but, he longed to be up there. He wanted to be high above everybody, away from here. Away from this place. Away from life. Jimmy sat up, lighting a cigarette.

The smoke wafted upwards in the still night air as Jimmy took a long drag from his cigarette. The harsh smoke smoothed his throat and lungs. Jimmy reached into his back and grabbed the bottle of slosh. Taking a long pull from the bottle, he nearly puked the horrid mixture back into the bottle. Choking it down, Jimmy calmed his crying eyes and shaking bodies with rapid puffs of his cigarette as he struggled to keep his alcohol in.


“Ffffucckkkk….” Jimmy groaned as he kept control of himself. Pushing himself up off the ground, Jimmy sat on his knees and wiped the snot out of his nose. Jimmy blinked and saw a bright array of lights in front of him. Covering his eyes in discomfort as the bright green and red lights ahead of him suddenly shone brightly in the cold night.

Wobbling up to his feet, Jimmy lurched forward to the lights. His eyes slowly adjusted quickly, with each puff of a cigarette it became clearer and clearer. The lights were wrapped around a large tree, with little round balls and other knick-knacks stuck around the branches. Jimmy took a moment and soaked in the view.

The tree was beautiful. It was a solid, healthy green; swaying ever so lightly in the wind. It had an air of health and strength, like it was ready to get up and sprout legs at any moment. The lights shone brightly, illuminating the surrounding area in beautiful shades of green and red. Lights blinked, other’s strobed. It bounced off off the beautifully engraved glass balls and other knick-knacks on the tree. Smiling angels, strange looking radstags, and playing children all were gently hung throughout the tree.

Jimmy took his time admiring it. It was wonderful. Whoever made this really took time and effort into it. He felt...happy? Maybe that’s the best word to describe how he was feeling. Jimmy certainly couldn’t put his feelings and thoughts into words. It made his heavy world feel light. It released some of that constant pressure he felt on his forehead. It made him feel like he didn’t have to drink his slosh.

Jimmy hated it. He hated the damn tree. It made his blood boil. An inescapable anger and frustration and rage came over him. Goddamn this tree, goddamn these lights, goddamn all of it. Jimmy into the tree, knocking away the various branches as they poked, scratched, stabbed at him. Their efforts to stop Jimmy were in vain. Placing his hands against the sticky trunk, Jimmy pushed.

He grunted as he strained to move the massive, thick green tree. Jimmy’s one good leg churned, his bad leg planted into the ground. Almost immediately after beginning the effort, Jimmy paused gasping for air. His hands were on his knees, then rapidly switching to behind his head as he tried to fill his heavily damaged lungs. Coughing rapidly, Jimmy lit another cigarette and took another swig of slosh. Jimmy coughed and spat even more than he originally did, but, he smoked and drank until he felt a false sense of strength return.

Rotating his shoulders and cracking his neck, Jimmy crouched down as low as he could. He sized up the tree and nodded slowly to himself as he figured the best angle for attack. For a moment, Jimmy thought back to the hundreds of drills and practices and games where he tackled, blocked, whatever, all from this position. For a moment he was home. Exploding forward and upwards (as much as his crippled state would allow him), Jimmy placed two hands on the tree. Chopping his one good leg, Jimmy pushed and moved in a coordinated effort. Quickly, the tree began to lean forward.

The giant tree, the beautiful tree, slowly tipped forward. Gravity took care of the rest. Jimmy scurried as fast as he could from underneath the tree. Time slowed as the tree began it’s slow, agonizing, fall to the earth. It landed with an unsatisfying thud, the cracking of glass, and a small puff of dust. The lights flickered once last time before they shut off. It was as if a mighty giant of a by-gone era had finally fallen to it’s knees and died.

A single round ball, which somehow survived the impact, rolled and gently bounced off of Jimmy’s foot. Jimmy considered picking it up. He still felt a sense of that awe and beauty that he had when he first saw the tree. Jimmy stared down at the ball and saw himself, distorted in what little light was around, reflected back at him. Snarling, Jimmy stomped down on the ball and crushed in underneath.

Jimmy turned his back to the whole scene. He lit a cigarette as he walked back to BoBo’s, intent on another drink.
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Good job Hench. If anyone is reading these rewards, please take the time to read the above roleplay, and if you don't like it I will paypal you 100$. Your getting really good at writing this character Hench, maybe now that your involvement in athletics has taken a down turn it feels like you can truely relate to him. Maybe I'm just full of it and your advancing as a writer like we all do. Onto rewards.

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Prewar Snowglobe (Rarity) - It seems like the little town inside has deteriorated alongside the world outside, or the chipped snowglobe has been carefully modified to be an exact replica of some backwater tent village. There's a bar that looks familiar, and obviously once you shake it, it starts snowing!

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Eggnog - Gross, if only there was some liqour to mix with this moldy cardboard drink.

Cognac - Exactly what you wished for! Whatever this "cog-knack" is, it goes down smooth if you're already drunk.
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