entry 2

set the scene: you are: running away from a man/ you are sitting on the floor in an empty room.

I'm running away from a man who seems to desperately want to beat me up. He keeps yelling profanities and saying I stole something important from him. I'm not sure if he's referring to his wife or some kind of jewelry or diamonds. All I know is that I keep on running, running all the time. I've been running for a 170 years now. This could be metaphorical it could be literal. These days people live up to a thousand, so it's possible. Our stamina has improved to the point where people are running 170 years all the time.

This guy just won't quit.

plot twist: you miss your flight / I fall into a hole

I fall into a hole.

“fuck!” I yell

the man quickly catches up to me and peers inside the hole.

“well well well, seems as though i've found you you little fuck. Now give me back my !#%!#!#%”

“your what?”

“my !#%!#”%#”

I have no idea what he's talking about. 170 years and not one hole, not one stumble. I kept running and running and running. I don't even know what i'm thinking right now. I finally feel like I need to catch my breath.

“let me catch my breath”

“shut up you son of a bitch, give it back to me right now”

“i'm in a hole right now do you honestly think im in any kind of physical state to give you what you want? I'm not even sure what @!#%#!% is”

“you don't know what %!#%? is?! You invented %#!#%!|

plot twist: you find a novel use for something / small potatoes

“you're small potatoes guy”

“that's a goddamn insult. I'm coming down there to beat your ass”

“no don't”

“okay, give me a reason why.”

“i've got something”

“oh? Is it what I think it is”

“yeah. It is.”

I keep thinking of something I could pull out of my pocket. I don't have my phone anymore, it dropped 120 years ago. No moon stone or lucky gem or anything like that. I'm trying to be clever

plot twist: you fall and injure yourself / someone comes crashing through the ceiling

suddenly van gogh, (a regular sized van gogh, not the one from the clouds one story ago)

crashes down from the sky and lands on the man. They both come tumbling down into the hole

“where on earth am I? Van gogh says, holding a bandage to his ear

the man who was chasing me is unconscious

“who are you?” I ask”

“my name is vincent van gogh”

“what's with the bandage?”

“i seem to have misplaced my ear”

plot twist: you see people approaching / you feel goosebumps

I feel goosebumps. There are people approaching, starting to run faster. I hear them but can't see them.

“yeah! Yeah! They went this way!” they yell. I can hear them creeping faster and faster. They finally arrive at our hole and peer down

“those are the guys who stole our @@#%@%#@#”

me and van gogh know we're in a bad spot. We hug. We even hold the man's unconscious body to us for warmth and comfort. Things are going to get bad in a hurry