Oso Mocoso
18 Feb 2009, 11:47 PM
Eye-in-Tipi was strolling along the colonnades of Philosophy & Spirituality on his way home from his evening class. The night was clear, and stars twinkled brightly in the sky. He was carrying a bundle of books, student things, and his evening's notes.
He walked a long way past the philosopher's square, past the pub and out to the countryside on the outskirts of where the emo-choked Slags ran, their waters teeming with schools of juicy gossip and herds of deeply personal revelations. Eye-in-Tipi stopped for a while to watch the newbs and lurkers fishing on the banks of the Slags.
After that, he wandered down a trail to a clearing he'd made in the wilderness. There he climbed into the yurt where he lived and put down his bag. He lit a lantern, and placed it on an egg crate next to his sleeping bag. He pulled out some of his books, and started in on his evening's reading assignment.
Eye-in-Tipi was about three-quarters of the way through his reading when he heard someone approaching from the trail. Who could that be? He didn't get very many visitors. He carefully marked his place in the book with a bookmark, and set it down.
As Eye-in-Tipi poked his head out of the yurt, something plunked to the ground near him. He motioned his lantern to illuminate it.
A grenade.
"Take that, Townie scum!" cried out a voice.
"OH CRA-"
It exploded, killing Eye-in-Tipi instantly and destroying the structural integrity of his yurt. The Mafia members machine-gunned the yurt and his still form for good measure before taking their departure.
He walked a long way past the philosopher's square, past the pub and out to the countryside on the outskirts of where the emo-choked Slags ran, their waters teeming with schools of juicy gossip and herds of deeply personal revelations. Eye-in-Tipi stopped for a while to watch the newbs and lurkers fishing on the banks of the Slags.
After that, he wandered down a trail to a clearing he'd made in the wilderness. There he climbed into the yurt where he lived and put down his bag. He lit a lantern, and placed it on an egg crate next to his sleeping bag. He pulled out some of his books, and started in on his evening's reading assignment.
Eye-in-Tipi was about three-quarters of the way through his reading when he heard someone approaching from the trail. Who could that be? He didn't get very many visitors. He carefully marked his place in the book with a bookmark, and set it down.
As Eye-in-Tipi poked his head out of the yurt, something plunked to the ground near him. He motioned his lantern to illuminate it.
A grenade.
"Take that, Townie scum!" cried out a voice.
"OH CRA-"
It exploded, killing Eye-in-Tipi instantly and destroying the structural integrity of his yurt. The Mafia members machine-gunned the yurt and his still form for good measure before taking their departure.