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and then the bears broke through the barrier. dave couldn't count
them just by looking, there were far too many. he thought of the
teddy bears he had in his daughter's room and how different they were
from the members of the stampede before him. the swath of brown
reminded him of a mudslide, like the one in california he'd seen on tv
a few years ago. dr. o'neill ran past dave and screamed something
at him, but the distance between them was filled only by a deafening
trample. he watched as their camp was torn quickly to shreds by a
blur of auburn and the white of snow. for some reason, though,
dave
didn't feel like
running. a certain chord struck in his mind, and he was compelled
to save the others. yes, he would stall the bears for as long as
he could. he was the strongest out of the expedition
anyways. he would survive, and go home to his wife and
daughter. his thoughts meandered towards his wife, linda.
he hoped that she was making lasagna tonight. dave really liked
lasagna. as the last of the colony ran past, dave sprinted
towards the stampede. their features made more sense as he ran
towards them, the
brilliance of their fur becoming more defined by the second. when
dave
could make out each individual tooth of the one before him, he leaped
high into the air before landing the first punch on the side of
the bear's mouth. dave would always remember the moan that
escaped from his first victim. he smiled at his success.
the bears in front saw
the transgression against their kin and swarmed to every side of dave,
scrambling for any shred of revenge they could manage. dave felt
invincible. an energy darted through every vessel and centimetre
of his body that he simply couldn't explain. it was a shame that
the energy lasted only a half second before the punched bear retaliated
with a
paw swipe to dave's face. he fell to the ground and looked up,
only
to see 9 hungry bear faces, and the 327 bear teeth belonging to
them. it was a dazzling final vision. dave laughed at the
thought of his daughter's teddy bears devouring him.
and then he was eaten.
the end.
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it is the PENULTIMATE week of questions.
remember, we're still stepping it up.
this week's main questions are very self-conscious.
and by self, i mean me.
1. how do we know each other
2. what do you think i think you think about me
3. and for the sake of settling crippling self-doubt/paranoia,
what do you think of me
4. why do you think i quit violin, and music in general, even though
it is the only thing i naturally and effortlessly excel at?
</self-consciousness>
ec
1. do you believe in the fundamental interconnectedness of all
things? (eg dustin hoffman's blanket theory in i <3 huckabees)
explain.
2. are we alone in the universe? explain.
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the questions are going to get tougher and more serious. this is
the last week of easy questions. but you do get one pretty
serious question this week. good luck.
1. the casino was deserted. why?
2. why isn't a unicorn called a unihorn?
3. jaodfijzoijfauogsdhfasokd?
ec:
1. why is the floor above me so loud?
2. for or against premarital sex? why?
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picture taken down so my host wont have too much traffic
graphite (bic mechanical pencil, 7.0 ahaha) on computer paper, scanned, then cleaned up with
mspaint. (god, i'm so unprofessional) 3-4 hours. one of my best non-still life works
yet. (well, that's what i'd like to think) i know the feet
suck, but your critiques are greatly appreciated.
why the crazed ping pong alien freak? just to let you know
that i'm not dead yet. and that i can still somewhat draw.
and that my head is messed up.
...and just voicing an innate desire to play ping pong.
questions resume on monday.
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