This choice: Cassandra. White Tatoo clad Punky chick... • Go Back... You wake up laying on the filthy futon on the floor that you use as a bed. You're so hung-over you can burly stand, and the sound of your own thoughts are giving you a headache. You're a Tattoo clad, Australian American, Punky, chick, standing 6.0 with a fairly muscular (but not gross) build. You have a crazy green buzz-cut, blue eyes, A hoop in the middle of your nose, and stud threw your tong....
You live in a ratty Devilment reeking of liquor, and weed. You have a history of Mental illness, and an inability to hold a job, or even properly function in Normal Society. So you're living off assistance, food stamps, and SSI for mental disability. Thusly making your life pretty damn easy, you get extra spending cash from dealing weed, and the fact that you nuts and always holding pot makes you a must for any party...
You walk out of your room, and see a strange man sleeping on your couch. "That bloke obviously didn't make it home from the party last night" You chuckle, and make your way past him looking for the TV remote. He lifts his head and moans a little, so you put your hand on his shoulder and whisper "Shhhhhh. No worries Mate, just me. Go back to sleep." He lays his head down and starts to snore again.
You see the Remote in the kitchen just lying on the table. "Sweet." you think too yourself and mosey on over to it. You turn on the TV, and flip it too a gory horror movie, then start to make your self a nutritious breakfast of Coco puffs, and a White Russian. "A little food to settle my stomach, and some hair of the dog too settle me." You giggle.
You look out the window, and see the mail man was here. he left a package by your spooky neighbor's door. You slide on your flip-flops, step out the door, and look around as you grab your mail. "huh, No ones around." You think "What kind of strange things would that weirdo order?" You know Tampering with the Mail is a federal offence, but dealing drugs, and supplying alcohol too miners is too, and that never stopped you. "ill just take it in have a look-see, and if its lame I'll just knock on his door and say I got it by mistake. What's the worst that could happen?" you thought. So You looked around to make sure the coast is still clear, and snatched the package.
You bring it into your apartment, and start to open it. Your so excited You feel like a little girl on Christmas. you can't wait too see what it could be.
You open it and see it's a little, 3 inch long, black, Lazar-pointer. "What the fuck?" You look it over and see it has two buttons on it. An up arrow and a down arrow. "Hmmm, this is kind of lame." You point it in a random direction apply pressure to one of the buttons.
ZAP! a blue light comes out of the end and......
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