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So I'm just minding my own business, and I look up, and I see like 8 falling stars! Really pretty shiny ones. And then I see like 8 more! And then there were like 4 more! All in a row, and in a weird pattern.
Then I could see that one of them was a HUGE fireball-thingy, and I said "That'll leave a mark." In my head I wondered if I would be vaporized from the impact explosion, or whether I'd end up scrounging for food in some post-apocalyptic wasteland.
Even though I didn't take cover, I managed to survive every impact. Like a dumbass I just sorta stood there and watched and went "PRETTY! I wonder if that one will kill me." But none of them did, and so now I'm left in this post-apocalyptic world with a bunch of wackos and rednecks.
OK it wasn't THAT bad, but there were a lot of wackos and rednecks. I managed to find out that my sister was alive, and I convinced her to go on a quest with me to find out which of my co-workers was still alive.
The local sports channel had a helicopter still working, and they agreed to help me in exchange for some useless crap I won off the radio station prior to the disaster. It was the main host of the show who wanted the cheap crap, and so I asked his co-host what the hell that was about. She was like "He's just a goober."
So we go up in the helicopter, but we don't get very far before we have to land, because they didn't put much fuel in it. I guess this was because most of the refueling stations had exploded during impact.
We landed in the older part of town, and I look over, and there's this really shitty 'apartment' building that I just so happen to know that one of the VZ VPs owns. That's dream-only. None of the VZ VPs are slumlords in real life.
So, I knock on the door of this place -- it was like one of those no-tell motels, but without the no-tell part and it was an apartment so people lived there for like, years. It must have been rent controlled (does that even exist in Dallas?) because it was mostly old people there.
Back to the tale. I knock on the door, and this old guy answers, and I ask about VP, and he says that guy hasn't fixed the damn heater yet. Then he went off on how what this country needs is a return to old-fashioned family values. I was like "Dude. The world just friggin sploded from 20 meteor impacts. Have you seen [VP] or not?" but the old guy was now lost in his own little world, talking about stuff that probably only happened in his mind.
So, I 'borrow' the old guy's car, and I decide to drive back to the television station that the sports people were at. It was not that far away, but it took forever to get there because of all the debris in the road and random fires and stuff. So by the time I get there, it's nighttime. It's also become a really funky condemned building kind of thing, with like no windows and everything inside was scorched and stuff.
All the people at the tv station were like "We're all going to bed now. We found a random mattress." And they had this like, ginormous mattress and like 15 people piled onto it for sleeping. I tried to go to sleep but I was too hyper, so I went out to scrounge up some smokes. My sister was also out scrounging up cigarettes, but she wouldn't take any from dead people. So I kept hassling her when I found some "Dead guy smokes! OoooOoooOOOOoooo!"
She accused me of not handling armageddon very well, because I stole an old guy's car and took smokes off of dead people.
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How weird was THAT. Actually, I dream of meteor-impact armageddon on a fairly regular basis. And that is my usual response, "Pretty! I wonder if it'll hurt..."