Captain Enema Posted December 28, 2011 Report Share Posted December 28, 2011 [img]http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Travel/Pix/pictures/2008/03/04/Cantina4.jpg[/img] A dusty cantina stands on a lonely dusty road in Ol' Mejico. The cantina is empty except for the tired, heavily armed, bartender and the five men out behind the cantina who are quietly drinking and minding their own business. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evangeline Anovilis Posted December 28, 2011 Report Share Posted December 28, 2011 (edited) [url="http://i.imgur.com/P8P3V.jpg"]One of the five men[/url] was Pyotr P Pyotrow. Silently he looked at the wall behind the bar. It was a nice white-peige wall, but he was sure, there were some weird formations and signs on it. Like, if the wall was trying to signal something to him. Sadly, despite looking at it for the past eighteen minutes and 24 seconds, he had not figured out the meaning of the message. But that was surely the walls doing, because he also knew that yesterday, when he already analyzed the wall, it had a different pattern, and the 47 days before, it also changed every night. But Pyotr would not give up. He would figure out the hidden meaning of the damn wall. Sadly, others were not helping him, stating they just couldn't see the signs the wall was giving him. They all blamed it on poor Pyotr, claiming he had too much Tequila, however the Russian did not agree. They didn't see it because they were dumb, that was it, not some weird cactus liquor. Edited December 28, 2011 by Evangeline Anovilis Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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