Jul 07, 2007 03:55
Oh my snaps, is that a plane? Is it? Is that a plane flying overhead and over hill, dale and yonder? Stars and whiskers, it is. This is no doubt the first signs of civilisation that some of this town has seen in a very long time! So sad for those that see the plane, though. It seems to be spinning quite a bit out of control! That bird is going down down down, and hopefully once it reaches the outskirts of town and crashes to a deadly halt...well, hopefully it doesn't burn burn burn like a ring of fire burning thing.
Lucky, lucky townsfolken. The plane's not too much in one piece when people reach it, but...well, at least nothing is burning too badly. The pilot, however, is dead. He was, in fact, dead long before he hit the ground. Trips, you see. Identifications, passports and certificates in his case identify him as one Bruce Wayne. There are maps strewn about the cabin, a travel destination has been plotted. Switzerland. One might wonder why, but it's not as if he's doing any talking.
An examination of the plane's contents will reveal clothes, soaps, household supplies, books, a generator, batteries. Medical supplies and food. Quite a a lot of food and supplies, in fact. Enough to feed...well, an entire bunker of people one might suggest. Most of the food, and indeed most of the supplies, are vaccuum packaged. The better to long last. It almost looks as if the man raided a Costco and put it inside of a plane.
itllhurtifido,
thaumogenesis,
naturalsurvivor,
hell,
rp,
outskirts,
cordillageddon,
wrongintheworld